I may be the only one

I have come to a realization courtesy of Questionable Content that I may be the only woman in my class and educational cohort whose ideal man is NOT Mr. Darcy.  I find Darcy vaguely obnoxious, for all that he is sure that he is better than everyone else, he's not as smart as Elizabeth and he doesn't show himself to be introspective or an intellectual (in the current sense of the term). Thinking about it, I get the feeling that my "ideal" man does not, and perhaps could not, exist in literature. At least, not in good or interesting literature.

I prefer the people I associate with to communicate openly, honestly and authentically and let's be real, good communication kills a good plot 9 times out of 10.  My idea of a romantic partner is someone who makes me laugh and is unabashedly honest; all of this witty back and forth and all of the intrigue and he-said/she-said is great on the page, but bores me in real life.

Why My Hummus is Mild

For lunch today I decided to put my cuisinart to use and make some hummus, Boybee got me canned hummus-pea-things (what are these called in English?) and we garlic and lemon juice so I got to cuisinarting.

Just as I was adding the whole garlic gloves (in addition to the garlic olive oil we made from Jules) and the lemon juice to my partially cuisinarted hummus, a GIANT black spider jumped out from behind the toaster oven! I called the cats in to get it and they came but the spider had already darted *in to my cabinets* - ick!!! At that point, the hummus was done, and if it wasn't, I was done with the kitchen so I took my carrot sticks and my ~hummus and left. It isn't that bad since most of the garlic got chopped up, but it would be better if there weren't still almost whole bits floating around and instead being mushed and diffusing their deliciousness throughout the hummus.

The moral of this story is, if you don't like spiders don't live in a 100-year-old building in the spring.

The End of the Semester

It is official, this semester is about 9x10^3984598 times better than last semester.

By this week marker last semester I had written over 100 pages worth of papers that I barely cared about (painful for me and my poor professors) and could only sleep a few hours a night before I had to get back to the grindstone. This semester, I have written a few boring papers, but they were at least short and had a lot of relevance to what I want to do with my life and most of my assignments have been interesting and increased my learning. I have four major papers left to the semester and I have already started one of them (due in a week). After Friday of next week I have work left and will have work left until the last day to turn in grades for the semester, but at least I wont be killing myself and I will enjoy doing a lot of it.

I will keep my practicum at the Hospital, which I *love,* until the end of the summer. Right now I am starting the process of finding a practicum for next year and already have a few leads. Next year's practicum will have a big influence on my course work and my job prospects after graduation so it's really exciting.

On Fat, Beauty and Health

"I'm beautiful, and I'm also fat. And those two things aren't opposites." - a freind

I think that this should really be the take home message here. I cringe sometimes when I read articles about fat (both pro and con) because they rarely have anything to do with health and everything to do with looks and moral judgements.

There are three issues and I feel like it is harmful to *everyone* that they're not seperate and understood - the Fat issue, the Beauty issue and the Healthy issue. You can be fat, healthy and ugly; fat healthy and beautiful; fat unhealthy and beautiful; thin healthy and ugly; thin unhealthy and beautiful; etc. in any combination because those three things are related but not on a one-to-one basis.

By lumping those three categories together, fat people who are beautiful but unhealthy decide to eff their health because they are fat, gorgeous and proud of it, skinny people who are unhealthy but good looking do that exact same thing and to the same bad results for their health. Some fat people who think they're not beautiful but are in fact healthy put themselves on ridiculous, unhealthy diets (as do some skinny people who feel the same way) and that's equally damaging.

If everyone could seperate fat from beauty from health (the way those things are actually pretty seperate) it would make the whole conversation a lot easier and whole lot of people would be a lot better off.

Let's try that again

I keep starting posts, saving them as notepad docs and then throwing them away because I'm just not feeling it any more. Mainly it's this feeling that I don't have that much interesting to say or the time to say it in. It turns out that grad school is really busy.

The most exciting part of my life right now is the de-shed thingy we got for our cats this evening. It's a hair thinner and I think that it might be made out of magic and rainbows. Feanor *hates* being brushed and usually puts up a fight when we try so we cornered him in the kitchen and although he wasn't pleased he didn't hiss or try and run away from us.

In other news, if X happens and Y is a sure bet for Boybee and I acheive goal Z, then we may be stepping up our plans for Opperation Q to deploy at the end of this summer.... Eeeek! :)

It really is lovely

After class tonight Boybee ran to blockbuster and grabbed Michael Clayton. We missed it in theaters mainly because it didn't look that interesting - the magic of the Oscars showed us the error of our ways so of course we needed to watch it (he also renter Elizabeth: The Golden Age). It starts weird and artsy, then it hooks you in and becomes a pretty compelling drama. The best part is Tilda Swinton - I'm a big fan.

Now I am enjoying the beginning of Spring Break - I have a class tomorrow evening but work's cancelled and the class is a med school course so it means that there will be free indian food for dinner. Got to love how they bribe the med school kids, as if my 913$ a credit hour isn't good enough for them (ok, so I got a scholarship but still, it's the principle). We may go to a friend's lake house for a bit, but it's still up in the air. I also have this big project to take care of out in the middle of nowhere and a living will to write. At least this nowhere has wineries and Boybee is on hand to supply hugs while I cry my way through the written declaration of how I want to die, which is not in the least depressing to me, no sir.

Suboptimal Waffles: Stay in School

I just told Boybee that I was working on my paper, so obviously I should be updating my poor forgotten blog.

Recently I have been working the 9 to 5 in addition to school and to be honest, I really love the classes I am taking but I'm just not feeling the school thing. Oh well.  I've been taking refuge in geekery and have started a 7th Sea role-playing game with some friends. It allows me to be creative without actually be productive thus bipassing my over-active anti-productivity drive.

Now to go see why my kitchen smells like wet-cat mixed with burnt popcorn and a potato!