December 26, 2005
Boxing Day
Happy Boxing Day, everyone! And no, it's not the day you put stuff back in the box to return it. Boxing Day is actually a national holiday in Britain and Canada, stemming from the tradition of filling boxes with gifts and money for the poor.
In honor of Boxing Day, our friends invited us over for tea. It was lovely. We each had a cracker (2c) on our plates, which produced a paper crown for each of us, a little prize, and delightfully cheesy Christmas riddles. What do you get when you cross a snowman and a vampire? Frostbite. Why does Santa have three gardens? So that he can "hoe, hoe, hoe!" We donned our paper crowns, ate cucumber sandwiches and mincemeat tarts, and, of course, drank lots of tea.
December 25, 2005
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Hail the heav’nly Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris’n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die.
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King!"
- Charles Wesley, 1739
December 22, 2005
Cards are not a substitute for talking to your mother.
I seriously got the dry heaves in the middle of the Hallmark store today. There's not a whole lot of selection when it comes to birthday cards for mom. They all have pretty much the same sickening sentiment inside. It goes something like this:
I'm sorry I don't
appreciate you.
As I get older,
I realize what a terrible,
ungrateful person I am.
But it's your birthday,
so here's a card.
All I was looking for was a Happy Birthday, possibly even an I love you, not, Sorry for all the years I mistreated you. If the greeting card industry is to be believed, no one is capable of uttering, "I love you, Mom," and only ever thinks about the nice, mothery stuff she's done once a year. Well, I, for one, have thought about it at least twice.
December 14, 2005
Firsts and Lasts
I never do these things, but I found this one fascinating to think about. Plus, I have a take-home final I'm putting off.
Stolen from Astin.
Everyone has their firsts...
First best friend: Rachel Jackson
First school: Trantwood Elementary
First concert: Point of Grace (how embarrassing)
First screen name: Ich bin M
First funeral: Grandaddy, Christmas of 1991
First pet: my electronic fish screensaver
First piercing/tattoo: got my ears pierced when I was 6
First big trip: I'm sure I must have travelled to Alabama in the days before memory.
First flight: Newport, RI to Atlanta, GA (1990)
First time out of the country: moved to Scotland, age 10
First job: B. Moss, holiday season 1999-2000
First love: Eddie, fall of 1995
Everyone also has their lasts...
Last person you hugged: mom
Last person you kissed: plead the 5th
Last song you heard: Cool Water, Laura Veirs
Last car ride: from the primary school to home
Last time you cried: 2 Saturdays ago when I had to start my thesis
Last movie you watched: Chronicles of Narnia
Last food you ate: cinnamon toast
Last item bought: Unicef Christmas cards
Last shirt worn: turquoise sweater
Last phone call: Yuriy
Last drink: hot tea
Last thing you typed: diagnostic reports
December 09, 2005
I put the rad in grad school.
It is finished. Twenty-two pages of Pam Anderson's frozen strawberry yogurt. I only worked on it for a week, but it sure felt like I got a year older in the process.
December 07, 2005
I should have put my picture up sooner...
Received via email:
My Dearest Meredith,
You are the precious lumpkin cupcake.
You are the apple of my eye (and apples are hella good for you).
When I see your hair wave in the wind (after a few drinks I swear I see your hair blowing) it looks like freshly woven silk spun by the hands of angels.
When you walk by you smell so good people salivate and drool all over themselves while sniffing voraciously at the air that surrounds you.
Your lips look as if they were molded from a rose petal and honey cast. They purse perfectly, and when you speak they move as if being commanded by Mozart himself, art in motion.
Ahhh yes your eyes. So deep, they are deeper than any submarine has ever traveled or will ever travel. They are an endless mystery that beckons all who see them to enter into the back caverns of your consiousness.
Your neck bone. Your neck bone is like a chicken neck bone, but much more beautiful. I ran out of things to comment on because I've only seen one pic of you, so back to the neck bone. Your neck bone draws all who are near to kiss and nibble upon it.
You are the precious lovey lumpkin pookin yummy yum (a technical term). You are artsy fartsy and those who come in contact with you have an uncontrollable urge to lick you all over.
You are... endless.
/cheers
[Name]
December 04, 2005
Fahrvergnügen
Coming soon to a Mirror Project near you!
December 03, 2005
Dissociation
Excedrin is the best thing ever. I feel like I could lift a car. Maybe even write this paper.
Distraction
Hearing Christmas songs being sung downstairs doesn't exactly put me in an industrious frame of mind.
Delegation
Anybody wanna write my thesis for me? No? Well, it was worth a shot...
December 01, 2005
I am everywhere.
I spent Thanksgiving break expanding my digital presence. So if you are looking for me, chances are you will find me.