Floccinaucinihilipilification!

-Do you think I may be too quick to find fault with things and people? -Yeh. -Th' 'floccinaucinihilipilification' process. -Th' what? -Floccinaucinihilipilification!! It means 'the estimation of something as valueless'! -You've been randomly reading th' dictionary, haven't you? -Yes. That and my natural tendency toward antifloccinaucinihilipilification!!

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Thursday, February 01, 2007

Where are they now.....?

Before I moved apartments (for the millionth time), I used to get my college journal. After a cursory skim through the pictures to look for familiar pages, I'd get to the best part - the Class Notes - where brief updates on many classmates and old (and sometimes forgotten) friends awaited. Who was married, who was back in school, who moved halfway around the world and who got a new job? Of course, you had to actually write in and tell the Alumni office what you were doing in order to be featured, which meant that none of my friends ever made it in there (tsk tsk).

But now that the alumni office has lost track of me, despite me sending them my new address. I no longer receive the journal, and have lost track of all those people I didn't really want to know about. How will I ever find out if that cute soccer player ever got married, or where that weird guy down the hall is now? And that annoying know-it-all from stats class..... whatever happened to her.

So we (former roommate and I) wrote our own class notes about some of our friends..... here goes.....

-S has moved to the heartlands of Alabama and has started her very own horse farm. She has discovered the intense satisfaction one can attain from hours spent cleaning and mucking out horse stalls.

-M has moved to Blue Creek, Utah and there might be wedding bells on the horizon as she vies for the position of 3rd wife to a prominent local Mormon priest.

-E has moved to Glacier Fields, Patagonia and is currently undergoing intensive survival training in preperation for the wilderness camp he will be running in the fall.

-A has discovered her calling in Fiji, where she runs a kindergarten school by day and spins for the local club by night. She invites all to join her in her tropical paradise.

-N has renounced the corporate world and found a new career in plumbing. Since it pays as much, if not more than she made before, she will happily service your pipes if you live in any of NY's boroughs.

-R is happily married with a third child on the way. He and his family have moved to a condo in Charlotte, NC where he is rapidly climbing the corporate ladder at Wachovia. He has discovered a passion for suits, and is also becoming a bit of a clothes horse.

-J is teaching English and Social Studies at a local high school in Vancouver. He spends most of his weekends fishing at one of the frozen lakes in the region as he works towards his First Aid certification.

-B operates the most frequently called American Express customer service number in India, where all female clients are patched directly to his line. In his spare time he has taken up gardening and recently won a prize for his tomatoes.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Today....

"When they write my biography, you'll be in the trials and tribulations chapter"

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Tagged

So there's this ..... thing .... (meme?) going around, and I just got tagged by Rosh. Top 10 songs on my iPod (taking into account the fact that I recently restored my ipod and erased the 'most played' list).

1. Gomez - Shot Shot
2. Gomez - Ping One Down
3. K7 - Come Baby Come
4. The Fray - How To Save a Life
5. Ray LaMontagne - Trouble
6. Beatles - I'll Follow The Sun
7. Gomez - Getting Better
8. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Wanna Ride
9. Guster - Happier
10. Sting - Fields of Gold (Unplugged). This just snuck up into the top 10 after Monday's Studio 60 episode.

Passing the tag on to Brand Blue Day.

Monday, July 17, 2006

In the Summertime....

Summer has finally made an appearance. Despite the persistence of April showers that fell through June, summer has managed to break through for a few days here and there. Today is a steamy 90 dF. Which is supposed to make me not want to go home and veg out on the couch, but rather go for a walk, or eat dinner outside, or do SOMETHING that doesn't involve watching more TV. And yet - all I want to do is go home and watch my favorite shows.

The most frustrating part about all the above.....? THERE IS NOTHING TO WATCH ON TV! The bad part about the summer (at least before the unbearable heat and humidity usurp top spot on the bad list) is that all my favorite TV shows go on hiatus. On summer vacation, as it were. So I have to last for three months without the Eppes brothers, and the Gilmore family, and Mer-Der et al. No Amazing Race, and saddest of all - no more Josh Lyman forever. True, there are the few new shows that are pretty decent (I could watch Dule Hill in a coma), but I miss the staples.

Granted that by the time fall rolls around I will be hooked on more shows thanks to Netflix, but in the meantime.....I miss all my tv friends. Re-runs and Netflix are a sad substitute.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Goodbye Leo

Leo McGarry died last night. It was a very emotional night. Had to find a box of tissues to get through it.

Heartbreakingly, it also felt like the beginning of the end. With only a month left to go, it is now sinking in that I will no longer have these characters for company. After 4 years, it's time to say goodbye. The only consolation being that they will appear elsewhere in other forms.

But not Leo. So goodbye Leo. Goodbye John Spencer.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Of visas and cattle sheds

Recently returned from a whirlwind trip home that involved, among other things, a trip to the US Consulate for my brand new H1B (work visa). Over the span of one long day spent standing in many lines, there was little to relieve the unending boredom. Since neither books, nor mp3 players are allowed in the building, there really was nothing to do but stand around and maybe talk to other people. Which made the one highlight of the day particularly entertaining.
After waiting in 4 different lines, we were finally shepherded into the air-conditioned bliss of the actual consulate, where our interviews would take place. Even more blissful - there were chairs. A short while after we were seated, an American walked up to where we were sitting and proceeded to give us a series of instructions and something akin to a pep-talk. He began by introducing himself as the head of the facility, and assured us that in the wake of Bush's visit, they were now back at full staff and he could now begin making improvements to the facility. (But he was addressing a group that had just spent over 4 hours standing in the heat in what we called the cow-shed, and that were being interviewed 4 hours after their appointed time). Seeing the clear skepticism of his audience, he then went on to defend his facility. He argued that the newspapers continually berated the embassy for the long lines and long delays, but they were interviewing over 800 people a day and there were bound to be delays. He would be happy to cut down on the lines, and grant fewer interviews, but that would mean a longer wait to get an appointment. As it is, the wait for an appointment is already 4 months.
Then began the instructions and the pep-talk.
- Smile when you approach the desk.
- I have an accent, and you have an accent. But I have to interview a LOT of people. So I might not speak slowly. Listen to the question.
- Don't take it personally if you are rejected.
- Listen to the question. If I ask you how many children you have and you answer 'Computer Programmer,' you will not get your visa. If I ask you the date of your departure and you say 4 months, you might not get your visa.
His speech seemed to have the desired effect. He got his laughs and there was an audible release of tension in a room filled with it. Of course, he then moved on and the tension built again as we listened to interviews and saw people being rejected for inexplicable reasons. The only source of entertainment then becoming whispered discussions on which line you did or didn't want to be in.
Glad that's over.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

White out!


It's day 2 of the NY blizzard of '06. The second largest storm in NY in 60 years. Prediction - 22 inches in the city by the time it ends. Out here in Brooklyn, my roommate estimates that we're at about 18 inches already, and it's still coming down steadily. So we are holed up inside with not much to do but watch TV. My grand plan to build a snowman in the park is being obliterated by the white out. But we did get to go out in it for a little while. Took a walk to the park last night, when the snow was only a few inches thick. Played in the snow, had a bit of a snowball fight with the roommates, enjoyed being the only people out and stopped to enjoy the absolute silence (in the brief moments between sirens and cars). But then we were back inside and here we shall stay until it is time to return to work tomorrow.
So yesterday was cheesy movie day. Started with Just Like Heaven, followed by Elizabethtown, interspersed with cookies, and a fabulous dinner. Today is Buffy marathon day with Red Eye as backup. Not to mention all the good Sunday night TV to come.