Posts Tagged ‘who knows where thoughts come from’

Husband and I were talking a while back about the fact that a friend of ours had asked me to pass along his hello to someone else. (Follow all that?)

Why? Does he like her or something?

Not like that,” I replied. “She’s an adult.

Well, what does that make us?

Oh. Good point.

I seem to be stuck in the thinking that everyone older than me is an adult, and everyone younger is a kid. It’s incredibly self-centered and simplified, and not really accurate.

But is there a word for being in your 20s and 30s? Or rather, is there a word to distinguish that age group from people in their 40s and 50s? And that age group from older ones, and so on, and so forth?

Sometimes the age differences – particularly regarding life experience – seem vast, necessitating a way to differentiate.

But other times, age is truly just a number.

So maybe it’s the terminology.

Maybe it’s the mindset.

Or maybe I just need to get more sleep and stop overthinking adulthood.

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I’ve recently begun to feel that presidential campaigns and Election Day are going the way of Black Friday.

1) They both get earlier and earlier every year.

Sure, Election Day remains on the same schedule (as does Black Friday), but the preparation starts years in advance (or days, in the case of the sales). In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if the (unofficial) campaign for 2016 started about half an hour after the results are announced tonight. And half an hour is generous.

2) They bring out the worst in people.

I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a wave of Black Friday shoppers descend on one of the more popular sales of the day. Supplies are limited and these shoppers don’t mess around. There can be elbowing, shoving, and some definite boxing out. All on minimal sleep.

Leading up to an election, the elbowing, shoving, and boxing out is (usually) all verbal. I’m sure that people still have rational discussions about the merits of each candidate, but you wouldn’t know it from Facebook. I’ll be glad when status updates get back to sports, food, weddings, and babies.

3) Expect long lines and cold weather.

The lead time gets longer and longer, but that doesn’t make the lines any shorter, or the November weather any warmer on the day of. You could spend just as long outside waiting to vote for president as you could to buy a new winter coat. And the coat might last longer.

(No, that’s not an election prediction.)

4) There are lots of promises to get you in the door.

All of those circulars that you get in the mail promise the best sale you’ve ever seen on devices you didn’t know you needed until then. But you don’t see the fine print until you’re checking out. (Buy 1, get 2 free only applies if I get here before 5am?! I have to revamp my whole strategy!)

Naturally, there have been plenty of election promises this time around. And though I can’t fully judge if it’s any different from past years, I know that the fine print is just right around the corner.

5) Both days should be celebrated/concluded with a big glass of wine.

Or choose another beverage of your choice, but seriously, celebrate. The way things are going, there won’t be a lot of down time before the next one.

Election Day does beat Black Friday on sticker distribution.

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One of the overarching themes of both my history and international relations classes has been the Cold War. We’ve looked at the causes, the threats, the politics, and the effects both then and now. So it’s safe to say that I think or talk about the Cold War on a fairly regular basis. And, as much as I think about it in terms of class and lecture, it also makes me think of middle school.

Yes, middle school.

To my recollection, we didn’t study the Cold War in junior high. We were more focused on Ancient Greece and Egypt and the Renaissance. We didn’t get to modern history until high school. And the Cold War was well over by the time I entered 6th grade, so it wasn’t something that I’d grown up thinking about.

The Cold War reminds me of middle school because of a boy.

I met Griff probably the first day of 6th grade, and shortly after that he became my boyfriend. Basically, he walked me to classes, occasionally carried my books, complimented me, and we sometimes talked on the phone. It lasted all of a month.

He broke up with me by having one of our mutual friends come up to me in class and say, “Griff doesn’t want to date you anymore.” And my little 11-year-old heart was shattered. But I survived.

After the breakup, we didn’t really talk at all, save for group projects, so imagine my surprise when Griff started whispering things at me across the classroom, and in the hall. And it wasn’t just “things;” he would whisper the same phrase over and over:

“The Cold War is over! The Cold War is over!”

It was always in a kind of shouting whisper, like he didn’t want anyone to hear, but he was also trying to make his point.

To say I was confused would be an understatement.

I asked my friend, Lesser, what it meant (consequently, she was the one who had helped Griff break up with me, and she was also going out with his best friend), but she had no idea. I think I even asked my mom at one point, also without a satisfactory explanation.

You might argue that the most productive thing would have been to ask Griff what he meant, but that’s just logical. And how many logical 6th grade girls do you know?

Regardless, I never found out his reasoning behind the phrase. And even when we became friends years down the road, I never bothered to ask him. But now, every time we talk about the Cold War in class I think of Griff.

And I wonder if he would even remember saying it.

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  • I do not like all of this rain. It puts me in a dreary mood and stops me from riding my bike. (The drowned rat look is not a good one on me.)
  • I do, however, love this cooler weather and the opportunity to snuggle up in sweaters and under blankets.
  • I am sad that my Eagles embarrassed themselves yesterday.
  • But I’m thrilled that the Phillies will begin the NLDS at home in two days.
  • I’m anxious about the two midterms and editorial I have due next week (and another paper due the following week).
  • I’m comforted, though, by the friends I’ve made who I can study with, and the encouragement and support I’ve gotten thus far.
  • I’m becoming more and more nervous about the Marine Corps Marathon.
  • I’m also becoming more and more excited.
  • I was exhausted getting ready for work this morning (even though I shockingly got nearly 9 hours of sleep).
  • But thanks to my part-time schedule, I’m done for the day, and only have class left.
  • I don’t relish returning to my apartment, considering the mess is stressing me out. It looks like my closet/dressers threw up.
  • Folding and putting away clothes, though, is mindless, and that’s often what I need after class. (That’s not to say it will all get done.)
  • I will probably fall asleep tonight trying to finish the last few chapters of my history reading.
  • And that’s okay because, quite honestly, I find the Enola Gay controversy fascinating.

And if this is the most that I have to complain about, I think things are going pretty okay. And I am very very grateful for that.

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First of all, thanks for all the well-wishing yesterday! Class went better than I’d hoped, particularly considering it was economics. And, even without my Wonder Woman lunch box (or rather, I suppose for grad school it would be a dinner box), I’m ready to go again tonight.

And now that I can be completely calm and carefree about my own experience, I can reflect on some of the things I noticed yesterday.

You see, some of my classes are on the undergrad campus. And so, when I biked down yesterday I had to dismount sooner than expected – due to the hordes. I don’t know if you’ve noticed (or, if you remember from your own college experience), but freshmen are incapable of walking in packs of fewer than five. They are the biggest proponent of the “strength in numbers” theory, and I get that. But it also made me realize that the only difference, really, between freshmen and tourists is a fanny pack.

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Think about it:

1) Travel: They both travel in packs, and manage to take up an entire sidewalk, regardless of the size of the group. I suppose it’s understandable (though not appreciated) when the group is five across because they simply can’t stand not walking next to each other. But it boggles my mind how just two people can take up the same space. Regardless, let’s try either a) the buddy system – walk with a partner, or b) walk like you like each other. You don’t have to hold hands, but we’re not in middle school dance mode either, so you don’t have to be quite so far apart.

2) Directions: Now, tourists are more likely to ask a stranger for them (though, after the Criminal Minds episode I watched last night, I won’t be stopping to help), but the similarity comes in when they don’t ask. Both tourists and freshmen have this habit of stopping dead in their tracks to pull out a map/look around/debate which way they want to turn. I’m going to say this as nicely as possible: if you don’t want me to run face first into your back (or run you over), MOVE TO THE SIDE.

3) Escalators: It’s not stand-in-the-middle-and-marvel-at-the-fact-that-you-don’t-have-to-exert-any-energy-to-get-to-the-metro. It’s stand right, walk left. I don’t know why this is so hard, but I’ve seen countless first year grad students doing it, too. Please stop. Seriously.

4) Monuments: This is more of a “know your surroundings” type of thing. You will be scoffed at if you confuse the memorials of Lincoln and Jefferson. Or if you don’t recognize the White House. And especially if someone says “the Mall” and you ask about shopping. I wish I could say I’d never heard that…but I’d be lying.

5) Wonder: Not all of the similarities are negative. In fact, the way that both groups wonder at and enjoy a new city is fantastic. They get excited about seeing the aforementioned monuments, or catching a glimpse of the motorcade. They love the ties to history, and the newness of discovering these things for the first time.

Which means that I was wrong. The fanny pack isn’t the only difference.

Freshmen will eventually acclimate. At some point they’ll look back over a list like this and be just as frustrated with a new throng of freshmen, and the continuous influx of tourists. And they’ll also become a little bit jaded, over the monuments, and only seeing the motorcade as an interruption to their busy day.

Tourists, on the other hand, will never realize that you actually can walk on an escalator.

But they’ll always be awed by the city.

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It may seem contradictory, but after my week away I’m both exhausted and rejuvenated.

It was exhausting because it was a long week. At camp we’re on the go from 7:30am until well after midnight. And sometimes the day starts even earlier if I decide to run before breakfast.

But, at the same time, it was rejuvenating because it was just so much fun. The people I work with there are family, and the middle schoolers who come are so full of energy that it’s often contagious. In a good way.

I’d been feeling a little drained before I left. I was stressed and snappy and overwhelmed and I just needed a break. Now that I’m back, I feel like I’m really ready to live up and enjoy these next four weeks before grad school begins. I’m ready to continue checking things off my summer list and my 25 list (both of which I’ve made progress on – yes!) and to ride the high that comes after camp…even if it’s only temporary.

For now, I’ll play catch-up at work (and on blogs), same as any post-trip, but I’ll say this: being away has been exactly what I needed.

Game on.

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*Or, fuck, marry, throw off a cliff – I suppose it depends on how strongly you feel.

I know that you may not all feel as strongly about the LOST series finale as I do. And that’s understandable. Before I started watching (and caught up on 5 seasons, plus a few season six episodes, in 2 weeks), I didn’t get the appeal. But now, well, addicted is a good word for it.

So, in honor of the finale this Sunday, I bring you a few characters from the show, and you decide who you want to date, dump, or marry (my answers are at the bottom).

*All photos are taken from these two lists. I may not agree with the order, but I love the idea.

Group 1:




Group 2:

Charles Widmore

Ben Linus


Group 3:




Group 4:

Eloise Hawking



For me: 1) Toss Boone, “date” Desmond, and marry Sawyer. In a heartbeat. 2) Toss Ben, date Locke, marry Widmore. 3) (Did you think I’d skip the ladies?) Marry Penny, toss Juliet, date Kate. 4) Toss Zoe (could not STAND her), date Eloise, marry Rose.

Thoughts? Is anyone else as excited for the finale as I am?

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