One of the best vacations I've ever had was visiting Cris in North Carolina last year. And, it's been just about a week or two over a year since I've been there. I'll be there for the last few days of the election (Sunday thru Wednesday), getting out the vote for Obama. And enjoying Mom's cooking and playing with the dogs, I'm sure.
I figure, the other Cynthia (though she calls ME the "other" Cynthia), who can't even vote in this election, is going to her nearest swing state (NV or CO...?) to get out the vote, what's my excuse, when I'm a grad student with a relatively lax and flexible schedule? I just need to look up 12 articles on Facebook while I'm there...
Besides, NC just feels very recuperative. I think I could use that after being burned out by all the midterm-y type of things the last few weeks.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Forensics question
If my fingers are wrinkled and pruned from being in the shower too long, will I leave fingerprints?
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Creepy Facebook...
I just posted on my Facebook status that I "smell like coffee" (because I was just at Think Coffee with Sara earlier today). Suddenly, on my news feed, out pops Tania's status, who is "having a coffee kind of day" (4 hours before my post), and Mikella, who "wishes she had coffee" (two minutes after mine). Note, while Mikella's status may have been a response to mine (though possibly unlikely), I certainly didn't see Tania's status before posting mine. And it certaintly wasn't on my news feed.
Coincidence? Or am I being stalked by the Facebook gods? I guess an easier explanation is that Facebook will push whatever It (yes, I believe It should be capitalized) finds up to visibility on your news feed, so you can find...friends...doing...similar things as you?
Facebook smart? Or Facebook creepy?
Coincidence? Or am I being stalked by the Facebook gods? I guess an easier explanation is that Facebook will push whatever It (yes, I believe It should be capitalized) finds up to visibility on your news feed, so you can find...friends...doing...similar things as you?
Facebook smart? Or Facebook creepy?
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Unexpected Joy
It's been a hard transition to New York. I'm home in LA this weekend for what I'd hoped, and what is turning out, to be a recuperative weekend (NYU thinks we should sit at home on Columbus Day and repent about Western colonization and the horrible things done in the 15th century).
Juliana and I made caramel apples yesterday for Game Night tonight at Casa de Patel. The caramel didn't turn out perfect. We burned it slightly, and when we dipped the apples in, the caramel was still hot, so it blistered on the apple. Not the prettiest caramel apples, but they sure were good, though after trying it out, realized they were probably the worst party food ever. One bite glued your teeth together. We might have overdone it on the caramel bit.
People seemed to enjoy them tonight though. And we played Celebrity and Werewolf, then sat around and watched Chris Rock talk about the only time it's appropriate for a white person to use the word "nigger". My voice is almost completely gone, which might be why I kept getting killed off in Werewolf --- because I was "quiet".
More people than expected showed up - many familiar faces - people I've gotten to know through these game nights, people to whom I may not be very close (and actually some I've only met once or twice), but who are just fun and relaxing to be around. And an unexpected feeling of camraderie in trying to figure out who to kill off next. Or trying to figure out what modern day writer looks like a zombie.
I also met a fellow NU alum tonight. This is rather amazing. She took part in the hunger strike in 95 so that I was able to minor in Asian American Studies in 2000. How small a world.
And tonight was the first time since moving to NYC that I laughed so hard it hurt. And couldn't stop. That felt wonderful.
I've never been a huge fan of LA, as everyone who knows me probably knows. But I've realized, in the 48 hours since I've been home, that it's not the city that makes memories and induces nostalgia - it's the people. Seems like such a duh thing to say at 3 in the morning (plus I'm sure I'm not being too eloquent), but I really didn't expect to enjoy being back in LA as much as I am.
And, for those of us who were on the floor laughing about this....
JUST NECK!
Juliana and I made caramel apples yesterday for Game Night tonight at Casa de Patel. The caramel didn't turn out perfect. We burned it slightly, and when we dipped the apples in, the caramel was still hot, so it blistered on the apple. Not the prettiest caramel apples, but they sure were good, though after trying it out, realized they were probably the worst party food ever. One bite glued your teeth together. We might have overdone it on the caramel bit.
People seemed to enjoy them tonight though. And we played Celebrity and Werewolf, then sat around and watched Chris Rock talk about the only time it's appropriate for a white person to use the word "nigger". My voice is almost completely gone, which might be why I kept getting killed off in Werewolf --- because I was "quiet".
More people than expected showed up - many familiar faces - people I've gotten to know through these game nights, people to whom I may not be very close (and actually some I've only met once or twice), but who are just fun and relaxing to be around. And an unexpected feeling of camraderie in trying to figure out who to kill off next. Or trying to figure out what modern day writer looks like a zombie.
I also met a fellow NU alum tonight. This is rather amazing. She took part in the hunger strike in 95 so that I was able to minor in Asian American Studies in 2000. How small a world.
And tonight was the first time since moving to NYC that I laughed so hard it hurt. And couldn't stop. That felt wonderful.
I've never been a huge fan of LA, as everyone who knows me probably knows. But I've realized, in the 48 hours since I've been home, that it's not the city that makes memories and induces nostalgia - it's the people. Seems like such a duh thing to say at 3 in the morning (plus I'm sure I'm not being too eloquent), but I really didn't expect to enjoy being back in LA as much as I am.
And, for those of us who were on the floor laughing about this....
JUST NECK!
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Tuning
I made a fascinating discovery today in the shower.
While brushing my teeth with my sonic toothbrush and humming "Wish I Could Stay" from the Once More, With Feeling soundtrack (for those of you who are not in the know, it's the Buffy Musical), I hit a note that resonated beautifully with the whir of the dental device in my mouth.
That's right, ladies and gents, my sonic toothbrush vibrates in the key of E.
Of course, not having perfect pitch and all, I had to find that note on my guitar. I'm not like Yvonne - she can hear a car honk and tell you that the horn is blaring an F#.
While brushing my teeth with my sonic toothbrush and humming "Wish I Could Stay" from the Once More, With Feeling soundtrack (for those of you who are not in the know, it's the Buffy Musical), I hit a note that resonated beautifully with the whir of the dental device in my mouth.
That's right, ladies and gents, my sonic toothbrush vibrates in the key of E.
Of course, not having perfect pitch and all, I had to find that note on my guitar. I'm not like Yvonne - she can hear a car honk and tell you that the horn is blaring an F#.
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