Saturday, November 06, 2004

Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"

Average Christian
You're not going to become a minister anytime soon, but you do your best to live your life in a Christian way. This means that although you probably don't attend church every Sunday, you do your best to follow the Ten Commandments, help the needy and generally be an all around good person. Who needs to follow the entire bible anyways? It was written ages ago, and Christ transmuted it by giving his life.

Isn't that a little bit sad? I guess I present my faith as being pretty superficial...that's because I never want to overwhelm or offend anyone. I think I also try to appear vanilla about my beliefs because it's hard to relate to someone who wears such a huge personal choice on their sleeve. This is so hard to explain! My cross necklace isn't a fashion statement or a badge of support for others to see; I wear it because I like to touch it when I'm very happy, sad, or scared, or when I'm just thinking about my life and God. To be cheesy, it's my Jesus security blanket.

Cricket : "Jesus is never mad at us if we live with Him in our hearts!"
Tommy Corn : "I hate to break it to you, but He is - He most definitely is."
I really liked "I Heart Huckabees," but it gave me an existential nightmere. In it, I was shopping at a huge estate sale with my mom (which I've never done before) and we were walking throughout the mansion, which was filled with antique furniture. Suddenly my mom was gone and I was alone. I kept walking from room to room, but they all looked the same (very musty...like the house in Great Expectations). It was trés Kafka-esque.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

Quiz from Caroline's Blog:

13 random things you like
Salty little jalepeño peppers dipped in Hummus (it's so bizarre, but I love it)
piglet
my fish Tutu
British accents
Barack Obama
Being a teacher
Dry erase boards
My Franz Ferdinand cell phone ring that my brother bought for me
Arby's market fresh salads (especially the Martha's Vineyard)
New England
Christmas Carols
Pineapple/Coconut air freshener
My baby cousins

12 random movies
Home for the Holidays
Cinema Paradiso
Alfie (I must see that this weekend!)
El Crimen de Padre Amaro
Dirty Dancing Two: Havana Nights (it popped into my head :>)
Stranger on a Train
When Savannah Smiles
Escape from Witch Mountain
Duck Soup
Azucar Amarga
The Princess and the Soldier
Charlie Brown Christmas

11 good bands or singers (first 11 that come to mind)
No Doubt
Franz Ferdinand
Keane
The Thrills
The Killers
Jem
Travis
U2
Coldplay
Pulp
Elvis Costello

10 things about you... physically
My hair is great for curling or straightening (it behaves)
Blue eyes
Teensy hands
Curved pinkies (which is why I can't play baseball ;>)
Tiny mouth
Pear-shaped
Polish jaw (I guess?)
Low blood-pressure (I used to faint in high school)
A nickle alergy in my left ear but not my right
Size 7 1/2 feet

9 great books
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Bel Canto
Nickle and Dimed
How Race is Lived in America
The Nanny Diaries
The Da Vinci Code (I read it in 12 hours with no breaks)
A Tale of Two Cities
Aráncame la Vida
The Old Gringo

8 favorite drinks
Arizona Green Tea
Piña Colada
Corona
Skim Milk
Earl Grey Tea (preferably Twinnings)
Diet Coke
Veramonte Chardonnay
Horchata (Mexican rice milk)

7 places you love
Hanover, New Hampshire
Oxford
Paris
Anywhere my whole family is
My new apartment
Epcot Center
Barcelona

6 things that annoy you
Tailgaters
Less funding to public schools
Bitter cold
When someone agrees with you and they say "Right?" but as a rhetorical question (I hate that!)
Anything by James Joyce
French haters (j'adore les franceses!)

5 things you touch every day
My hair
The fish food container
My toothbrush
My purse
My necklace

4 shows you watch
Seinfeld (5, 5:30, and 10pm every day! But I don't watch at all those times)
The O.C. (bitch)...it's like tv cotton candy and it comes close to being a satire of itself
Anderson Cooper 360
The Late Show with Conan O'Brien

3 celebrities you have a crush on
Trent Ford
Gael Garcia Bernal
Jon Stewart
(I also had a little crush on Tucker Carlson- because it's rebelious to like a Republican...they're the new "leader of the pack"- so the clip from Crossfire was perfection)

2 people on lj you have kissed
No one, I think (I mean, I don't know if any of them have live journals)

1 letter you like
L...I'm a big fan of glides, but I hate those pesky nasals (they sound like gagging- I wish my name didn't start with one)

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

It's those that are the strongest that God gives the most challenges...we must take that as a compliment and keep fighting!

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

I made my vote count. Now back to life without politics...hopefully.

Sunday, October 31, 2004

Alissa's halloween party was hilarious! Julie dressed as a chain-smoking, beer-guzling pregnant woman with curlers? Classic! Plus, I met people who actually want to go dancing on weekends (instead of just heading to a bar and camping out) and a really nice guy with Peter Sellers glasses. I changed my mind at the last minute about being a hula girl and instead went as Fallon Carrington Cabot (aka Alexis' daughter on Dynasty). It was a little too obscure for most people to guess, but for some reason, a lot of people coveted my silver lamé heels. Is lamé back in?

A lot of my classmates were talking about their futures: how can we plan out our lives so that we have no regrets? Well, personally, I think "no regrets" is a state of mind. BUT, I am so happy that I jumped right into graduate school after college, because I'm one of the youngest in the class and therefore have a lot more time to plan for my future. I'll have a full-time teaching job (and a Masters) by next September! Isn't that crazy?

Happy Halloween, everyone! Feliz día de los muertos! I bought my first sugar skull. Besides which, Halloween officially marks the slide into Christmas. I can't remember who I've told, but my immediate family will only be together for one day this Christmas. My mom will be here until Christmas Day, when my dad will arrive. They're schedules are very tight. So, I told my mom that I want a trip to someplace warm for Christmas. I have half of January off and they will have more vacation days then, so I'm crossing my fingers that they'll buy me a round-trip ticket to Bermuda and a free scooter rental! I'll be a little burnt out by then, especially from the infamous Minnesota winter. But I've never ever been on a vacation where I'm just allowed to sit around and tan, read trashy novels, and watch tv. Our family vacations are always either educational or jam-packed with activities and reservations. And also, all you Wash U students who had the entire summer off (or graduates who've had even more)--- I've only had two weeks off from school since graduation!

Friday, October 29, 2004

Today I wore my snow white costume to school. I pinned my hair under and wore bright red lipstick.
Example

This is what happened:
-My cooperating teacher said that if teaching fell through, I could always get a job on a cruise or at Disney World.
-When I went to the principal's office, he laughed.
-My students kept asking, "Are you Miss Nicole?"
-A boy in the hall asked me if I was the real Snow White. When I said "yes," he turned to his friend and said "I told you so."

I love being in kindergarten, where dressing-up is accepted!

However, I'm not going to wear this to my peer party. They're aiming towards Dolly Parton (why? I don't know) and I would be just a little out of place. I think I'll be a hula girl.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Here is a pulls-at-the-heartstrings story, but it reaffirms my decision to become a teacher.
Today, little Johnny came into class with a new shirt on- it had jack-o-lanterns all over it, which we have been talking about for the past month in books and in songs. He is a small, thin boy with a huge smile and he was beaming about his new shirt. I could tell that he was in a really good mood, even though he can't speak with verbs yet, so he couldn't say it himself. Anyway, he ran over to his table and finished his activity as quickly as anyone else. Johnny sits at the "special ed" table (the implied label which is never used), but when his aide his isn't there, he often works more productively. Anyway, everything was going smoothly. Then, after computers, the special ed aide came.

First, it was fine. However, he kept Johnny at the table after the other children had been sent to the carpet for storytime. The aide let him come over after five minutes, but when Johnny sat down, he was naturally distracted by his untied shoe lace. The aide said, "Johnny, you need to look" [at the teacher]. When he didn't look immediately, the aide physically picked him up and made him go back to his table to write his name over and over for the next 15 minutes. After Johnny did it successfully 10 times, he still kept him there. When we all lined up to go to lunch, Johnny was crying at his table. I'm sorry, but it breaks my heart!! He can't speak any English, so he can't stand up for himself with the teacher. He only wanted to be part of the class, to look at the book with his friends, and not to be kept so obviously apart.

This is who teachers need to fight for: the little children who can't stand up for themselves. If schools are underfunded, these are the little children who feel it first. When children are treated like test scores, these are the children who are needlessly held back. And if we don't create a caring environment in the classroom, these are the children who drop out before graduation. I bet he chose to buy that shirt just because he was excited about what he was learning in school. I'm such a tender heart, but that makes me cry. It gives me a goal and a definite purpose though, too.

Wowza, sorry this post is so long :>

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

All of my friends have been talking about how happy we'll be when the presidential election is over with. I've been trying to think of a way to explain how tired I am of partisan division and angry rhetoric, and I found it...in an article in Time magazine by Garrison Keillor:

"...and what will come of all this on Nov. 3? Some people will pick up the morning paper and save it for a souvenir, and the others will wrap up the garbage in it.

What will reconcile us is what has always restored our sanity, and that is the plain pleasures of the physical world, our commonlove of coffee, the world of apples, the movements of birds, the lives of dogs, the touch of skin. Music. Dancing to music. Shooting baskets. Shooting conservatively, scoring liberally. Lacing up our skates, gliding through the dusk. Having worked ourselves into a fever over the future of Western civilization, we will now begin enjoying our oatmeal again, with raisins, chopped apricots and honey from bees that grazed in meadows of clover."

Monday, October 25, 2004

My karma has an ironic sense of humor.

Last night, Jenny came over to chit-chat and gripe about our program/professors. I said, "I know I'm going to get sick, since I'm around 11 kindergarteners every day, and I honestly don't have time for that." Well, last night when I was falling asleep, I was freezing cold; I assumed it was because I have no control over the heat in my room. Then I woke up at 2am and I was burning up! So, I took my temperature and it was 100.3, plus my body ached, my eyes hurt, and I had the chills. Those are the exact symptoms that WebMD gives for influenza.

Friday, October 22, 2004

I went to bed at 1am this morning and woke up at 12pm...I guess the week wore me out more than I thought. Last night at 10:30pm, I had a sudden craving for junk food, so I drove to the 24hr grocery store, which is a three minute drive, and bought three bags of "light" chips and then ate 1/2 the bag of low-fat cape cod chips. I think I can write it off as a meal since they were light and made of potatoes. So it's kind of like I ate a baked potato with butter last night at 11pm. Which is reasonable.

Yesterday, I went with people in my graduate school class to a hugemongous Kerry rally. Because we live in Minnesota, it was held next to the stadium, instead of inside it, which would have been much less chilly. It was kind of fun, but I was so far away and so short that I spent most of the time staring at the winter jacket of a really tall guy in front of me and jumping up and down to warm up my toes. Anyway, I never actually saw Kerry, because of those reasons and because I lost my glasses two days ago, but it was fun to see thousands of Kerry supporters together! The news said that there were 20,000 people there. I can't believe the election is so soon. I'm honestly starting to get scared.

I have one issue that's bothering me. I have read polls and articles that suggest that Democrats are inherently more easily scared than Republicans. During the Democratic National Convention, Tucker Carlson said that most Democrats have conveyed to him a fear of our current government and their propensity to make very big mistakes. Yes, I'm scared of that! And then, last week, I told my grandpa that I was scared of President Bush being reelected, because I thought that without the need to campaign again, he would start creating more right-wing propositions. My grandpa told me not to be scared and my grandma said that I needed to remember that the world would not end if Bush were reelected. The media also keeps mentioning that both candidates are using the politics of fear to play with voters' minds. How can President Bush simultaneously say that he'll protect us and that we'll be attacked again, and think that people won't see that incongruency and be scared? Well, I read this in the New York Times this morning:

"In a disturbing article in last Sunday's New York Times Magazine, the writer Ron Suskind told of a meeting he'd had with a senior adviser to the president. The White House at the time was unhappy about an article Mr. Suskind had written.

According to Mr. Suskind, "The aide said that guys like me were 'in what we call the reality-based community,' which he defined as people who 'believe that solutions emerge from your judicious study of discernible reality.' " The aide told Mr. Suskind, "That's not the way the world really works anymore. We're an empire now, and when we act we create our own reality." "

That scares me!

I'm a girl who's afraid of spiders, calories, and physics, but I think it's time for America to stop being afraid to hold our President accountable for his actions and skewed view of reality. There are only 11 days left and I'm sick and tired of being scared!

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

So today at school we went apple-picking. It was adorable. Since only one of the children is verbal (i.e. uses verbs), the entire bus trip involved "Look- apple tree! Look- barn!" ...they pick up new words quickly. It's amazing to watch them improve because it's so rare to see a learning process from the very beginning. For example, Bee suddenly started speaking English today! It was as though she had been sitting on the carpet listening for the past month and just decided that today was her day. Anyway, it turns out that she knows the numbers 1-10. Isn't that just a little bit miraculous? A month ago she was living in a refugee camp in Laos.

I'm having some problems with the two native-Spanish-speaking students. I speak Spanish to them for clarification purposes, but I'm so rusty, so I avoid complex verb conjugation. Anyway, because they hear me speaking it, they assume I'm one of the adults who knows how and start rattling off sentences to me! Most of the time I pretend to understand what they're saying ("Sí, Stephanie!") and then take a minute to work it out. I think Yahayra caught on today because I kept pushing her higher on the swings when she was saying that she wanted to stop (in my defense, I think she was using a subjunctive command form). I felt like such a bilingual fraud! Oh well. For most of the kids, I have no idea what they're saying to each other so they don't even try to speak to me (Have you tried Hmong? It's tricky). Anyway, our bilingual Hmong aid is going to pick up his fiancee in Laos tomorrow, so it will be interesting to see if he acts differently next week. It will be interesting for her too, I'm sure, since apparently she's only 21 and speaks no English, and he looks like he's about 50.

I'm going to go carve the pumpkin I got at the orchard. Tomorrow my friends and I are all rallying for Kerry (he's visiting again) and then John's coming to stay for the weekend.

PS- Has anyone seen the clip of Jon Stewart on Crossfire? Well, if you know me, you know that he's my favorite, and his message -that debate shows have become simply partisan stereotyping- is so true. I'm tired of politics...even if GWB wins, at least that means he'll have only four more years to screw up the world. If John Kerry wins, it will be one huge party on Nov. 3rd!

Monday, October 18, 2004

I woke up to an empty apartment this morning...it's a widdle bit sad :(

My brother went back to school yesterday and my grandparents left early this morning. We had so much fun this weekend, though!

On Friday morning, my cousins gave us a tour of their elementary school. Then G&G and I drove down to Northfield...and we got stuck in traffic for an hour on the highway. Traffic jam has new meaning when the other people in the car can't stop talking about how elitist John Kerry is! Grr.

On Saturday morning, our whole group -the aunts, the twins, the five Hartnetts, my grandparents, John and I- went apple picking. It was absolutely freezing though! We just filled our bags really quickly, while the babies screamed, and then jumped back on the hay wagon. It was worth it to eat donuts and cider in the tent with the fiddle players and watch my cousin Eli dance (he's 1 1/2). Then John and I went to a Kerry rally in Minneapolis...there is so much momentum here! I got a "Christians for Kerry" pin. It's been starting to offend me that Bush supporters take a moral and religious highground, as though Kerry supporters are sacreligious. We had to drive to the Kerry headquarters to buy John a huge sign for his dorm's hallway. Later, John and I went to IKEA and got his missing chair part (so the seat isn't on the floor of his room anymore), and went to dinner at a sports bar in the Mall of America. The Red Sox were winning the entire time we were there- it was creating completely false hope. Anyway, we then went to see Jerry Seinfeld, which was his birthday present. I couldn't stop laughing, but it was mostly because Jerry was on the stage and it's kind of surreal. My favorite joke was about weather forecasters. He said "if 5-day forecasts were really for 5-days, you would only need them every 5 days." I honestly never thought of that.

Sunday morning my little party went to St. James on the Parkway. And my uncle Chris showed up! Living here is like constant Christmas because before moving to the Twin Cities, I only saw these relatives during the holidays. Then I dropped John off at the commuter bus with his huge sign...the bus driver almost refused him service (for partisan reasons)! Then I went to the Lessin-Burris's for dinner. My little cousins all helped me make scenary for my lesson plan on prepositions. Then we ate dinner and compared the pies from the annual post-picking bake-off. The cream-cheese custard apple pie won.

Well, anyway, this morning I'm so tired and feeling like I'm behind already for this week. But I love going to see the kids every morning! My student teaching position is easy like a bake oven and the kids are cuteness personified. And I realized that I'm starting to dress like a kindergarten teacher. How you may ask? Today I'm wearing warm brown pants, socks, and suede clogs, and a pick toggle sweater. It's a slippery slope towards corderoy jumpsuits and gaudy holiday pins! Yikes.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

What I've learned so far about public education:
There are huge inequalities between the best public schools and the worst. I was so lucky; I grew up in one of the best. In 5th grade, we put on a musical version of Beowulf and took a weeklong trip to Mystic Seaport in Connecticut, where we took part in authentic whaling excursions! That is so unique, though. Two years ago I worked in downtown St. Louis in a preschool classroom. The school was failing and its funding was being cut. The children were fed only plastic-covered, processed food, and never any vegetables. Now, I work in an ESL kindergarten classroom in St. Paul. I am so hopeful for these children! They need money and support to learn English...and they're 5 years behind typical American children. These children are being tested and their scores affect the amount of funding which the school will receive. Our children are not test scores! Rewarding schools that are already ahead is taking away money from schools that actually need it. It's not about equality of funding, it's about equity. There are many more issues that need to be addressed in inner-city schools and rural communities. Right now, No Child Left Behind is grossly underfunded. That is neglect of children who need education the most.
Example
It's time to start providing for the Anthonys and Bees (another one of my students!) of the world. I really didn't need to learn whaling songs (which I unfortunately still remember...although I've forgotten everything I learned in calculus:)) I wish I could have given some of my funding to them.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Sleepiness...
I woke up this morning and got dressed and made-up (well that sounds stupid, but it's true) all before I ate breakfast. I swear I haven't done that since high school! Then I drove to my elementary school and spent all morning in the classroom. I love the kids! They are so sweet, even though I don't understand most of what they're talking about: they speak Lao, Vietnamese, and Cambodian, and I don't. I work with Anthony, who is so smart, although can't say "three" yet, so avoids it as much as he can which is so cute. But my cooperating teacher is so inclusive- she's like, "create your own lessons, do whatever you want." I bought my Snow White costume last week, which was outrageously expensive, but I wrote it off as a teaching expense. Besides which, I look like Snow White now -especially with bright red lipstick- and the kids are learning about witches. This is possibly the most fun I've ever had for class credit! I'm really excited for our apple-picking trip next week!

Then I went to class...my teacher is completely soporific (such a useful SAT word). She speaks like Mr. Rogers and her lessons are so simplistic. Today, after spending 45 minutes discussing our homework assignment in groups, she asked if we wanted to keep doing the activity. We all (30 of us) looked at each other to try to think of a nice way to say that we thought the class was pointless and we were bored out of our minds and couldn't believe we were paying thousands of dollars to attend the class. Finally, Audra said, "Um...well, honestly...um, not really." I feel bad for my teacher, but how can you teach us to be teachers when you can't teach us yourself? We started laughing because Audra had said exactly what we were all thinking. Oh well. Only 8 more months;)

Monday, October 11, 2004

My grandparents arrived this evening. They brought so many bags that it looks like they're moving in.
Anyway, I was just watching NewsNight on CNN and they showed a clip of George Bush saying that John Kerry wants to make terrorists into a "nuisance" but that he wants to kill them all. I swear that Bush said that the war couldn't be won just a month ago. So I made an angry sigh (like "grr...sigh") and my grandpa, who was in the kitchen, asked what was wrong.

Me: "George Bush is driving me crazy!"
Grandpa: 'She's making coffee."

It's going to be a long 11 days... :)

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Here is further proof that the Patriot Act is unconstitutional:

The Promise of the First Amendment
By ARTHUR OCHS SULZBERGER JR., chairman and publisher, and RUSSELL T. LEWIS, chief executive, The New York Times

Published: October 10, 2004

Last Thursday, a federal district judge ordered a New York Times reporter, Judy Miller, sent to prison. Her crime was doing her job as the founders of this nation intended. Here's what happened and why it should concern you.

On July 6, 2003, Joseph C. Wilson IV - formerly a career foreign service officer, a chargé d'affaires in Baghdad and an ambassador - wrote an article published on this page under the headline, "What I Didn't Find in Africa." The article served to undercut the Bush administration's claims surrounding Saddam Hussein's nuclear capacity.
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Eight days later, Robert Novak, a syndicated columnist, wrote an article in which he identified Ambassador Wilson's wife, Valerie Plame, as an "operative on weapons of mass destruction" for the C.I.A. "Two senior administration officials told me," Mr. Novak wrote, that it was Ms. Plame who "suggested sending Wilson" to investigate claims that Iraq had tried to purchase uranium ore from Niger. After Mr. Novak's report, several other journalists wrote stories in which they said they received similar information about Ms. Plame from confidential government sources, in what many have concluded was an effort to punish Mr. Wilson for speaking out against the administration by exposing his wife as a C.I.A. operative. The record is clear, however, that Judy Miller is not one of those journalists who reported this information.

Because the government officials who revealed Valerie Plame's status as a C.I.A. operative to the press might have committed a crime in doing so, the Justice Department opened a federal criminal investigation to find whoever was responsible.

During the course of this investigation, the details of which have been kept secret, several journalists have been subpoenaed to provide information about the source of the leak and threatened with jail if they failed to comply.

On Aug. 12, Ms. Miller received a subpoena in which she was required to provide information about conversations she might have had with a government official in which the identity and C.I.A. connection of Mr. Wilson's wife might have been mentioned. She received this subpoena even though she had never published anything concerning Mr. Wilson or his wife. This is not the only recent case in which the government has subpoenaed information concerning Ms. Miller's sources. On July 12, the same prosecutor sought to have Ms. Miller and another Times correspondent, Philip Shenon, identify another source. Curiously, this separate investigation concerns articles on Islamic charities and their possible financial support for terrorism that were published nearly three years ago. As part of this effort to uncover the reporters' confidential sources, the prosecutor has gone to the phone company to obtain records of their phone calls.

So, unless an appeals court reverses last week's contempt conviction, Judy Miller will soon be sent to prison. And, if the government succeeds in obtaining the phone records of Ms. Miller and Mr. Shenon, many of their sources - even those having nothing to do with these two government investigations - will become known.

Why does all of this matter? The possibility of being forced to leave one's family and sent to jail simply for doing your job is an appalling prospect for any journalist - indeed, any citizen. But as concerned as we are with our colleague's loss of liberty, there are even bigger issues at stake for us all.

The press simply cannot perform its intended role if its sources of information - particularly information about the government - are cut off. Yes, the press is far from perfect. We are human and make mistakes. But, the authors of our Constitution and its First Amendment understood all of that and for good reason prescribed that journalists should function as a "fourth estate." As Justice Potter Stewart put it, the primary purpose of the constitutional guarantee of a free press was "to create a fourth institution outside the government as an additional check on the three official branches."
The founders of our democracy understood that our government was also a human institution that was capable of mistakes and misdeeds. That is why they constructed a First Amendment that would give the press the ability to investigate problems in the official branches of our government and make them known to the public. In this way, the press was sensibly put in a position to help hold government accountable to its citizens.

An essential tool that the press must have if it is to perform its job is the ability to gather and receive information in confidence from those who would face reprisals for bringing important information about our government into the light of day for all of us to examine. Without an enforceable promise of confidentiality, sources would quickly dry up and the press would be left largely with only official government pronouncements to report.

A quarter of a century ago, a New York Times reporter, Myron Farber, was ordered to jail, also for doing his job and refusing to give up confidential information. He served 40 days in a New Jersey prison cell. In response to this injustice, the New Jersey Legislature strengthened its "shield law," which recognizes and serves to protect a journalist's need to protect sources and information. Although the federal government has no shield law, the vast majority of states, as well as the District of Columbia, have by now put in place legal protections for reporters. While many of these laws are regarded as providing an "absolute privilege" for journalists, others set out a strict test that the government must meet before it can have a reporter thrown into jail. Perhaps it is a function of the age we live in or perhaps it is something more insidious, but the incidence of reporters being threatened with jail by the federal government is on the rise.

To reverse this trend, to give meaning to the guarantees of the First Amendment and to thereby strengthen our democracy, it is now time for Congress to follow the lead of the states and enact a federal shield law for journalists. Without one, reporters like Judy Miller may be imprisoned. More important, the public will be in the dark about the actions of its elected and appointed government officials. That is not what our nation's founders had in mind. *

I'm scared that Bush will be reelected. It's past just my conscience and my beliefs; I'm beginning to feel physical knots in my stomach at the thought of giving him the power to enact even more damaging rights, environment, and education bills.

I think there should be a word for the fear of continuing George W. Bush's immoral and uncompassionate decisions. Does anyone have a suggestion?
-nicole
It's been a busy weekend!
On Friday night I hosted a debate party for my class...we were so excited that Kerry finally mentioned No Child Left Behind, because we're a bunch of future teachers and could listem to the candidates talk about that for 90 minutes! I didn't see anyone I knew from Washington University, even on the CNN pre-debate shows, but my friends and I enjoyed the woman in the flag shirt and the cute guy with square glasses. Was it me or did John Kerry always refer back to Nikki? Jake thinks that that was the only name Kerry could remember. My question is: does Bush knowingly receive $84 a year for having stake in a Timber business?

On Saturday I went to meet my parents and my brother at St. Olaf for parents' weekend. First, we went to the Jesse James museum, where we learned so much about a bank robbery. During the tour by the elderly owner, my mom kept saying "I'll be darned," because there isn't much else to say when someone tells us that the actual clock from the bank was found only 100 miles south of the town, 30 years ago. Afterwards we went to the St. Olaf homecoming game and barbeque. The Ole (their team name) fight song is so sweet: it's really slow, like a drinking song, and the refrain is "um yah yah, um yah yah..." repeated over and over! My brother has a radio show called "The Donner Family, " and their slogan is "come eat with us" (because it's at lunch time). It's just a bit morbid, but I guess pretty creative too.

Last night I went to Jenny & Jakes to play games. It's so great to have nice neighbors. Jenny and I reminised about when Ricky Martin was still hot ("Vuelve") and Jake did physics parlor tricks. I didn't get any sleep, though, and I have to do all of my homework really quickly before my parents come up this afternoon.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Do you attend Washington University in St. Louis? Do you want to be on TV?

CNN will have an outdoor broadcast space there on Friday. All of the shows will be taped there and there will be opportunities for students to ask questions of reporters, political analysts, and campaign managers! (I'm such a freak for being excited about that). Anyway, if I were there, I would make signs, camp out there all day - it's a worthy enough reason for skipping class- and get on tv!

Possible questions: How is President Bush planning on reversing the huge deficit that is growing bigger every day? How will he safeguard social security for our generation? When will he begin funding education to the extent needed by No Child Left Behind?

One possible sign to make (and if you're as big a marker-nerd as me, this will be the best part):
Side 1- The Economy, Education, Health Care, Social Security, the War in Iraq.
Who's gonna save us? (*from the song by The Living End...quite apropos ;) )
Side 2- Kerry, Edwards! Help is on the way!

I hope I get to see at least one familiar face on tv Friday night!:)

My grandparents and I finally agree on something political: the campaign season is too long!
Being the well-informed retirees that they are, my grandpa and grandma recently attended a conference in Ottawa about Canadian politics (isn't that one of the most random things?). Anyway, they learned that the campaigns there are only permitted (by law) to be about thirty days long! Wouldn't that be so nice? I am so sick of the rhetoric...that could be because I'm watching too much CNN, though. My dad sent me an email last night and said that I obviously need to stop;) Dad, a girl's gotta stay informed.

Anyway, I had heard about the Canadian system from Jean Chretien, the former Prime Minister of Canada, when he came to speak at the U of M. Another interesting tid-bit about politics up north: their bureaucracy is so much smaller than ours! When he was minister of the park system, he told his wife that he would create a state park for her (he told us this story with a really thick French accent, which made it a lot funnier). So he flew to the capital, and discussed with the Minister of the Northern Territories. Which was him. And he agreed. Then he talked to the Minister of Native Indian Affairs. Which was him. And he agreed too. Finally, he asked the Minister of the Cabinet, which was also him, and he agreed. So he created the park...and he never had to talk to anyone else!

I'm really excited to see my parents this weekend! It's funny: they called me this week just to chat...I don't remember them ever doing that before! ;) I think they're getting bored of being empty-nesters. But their new interest is hilarious: my parents have taken up frisbee golf! Haha. Honestly. They bought all of the equiptment last week and they told me that the salesman seemed stoned. My dad said they're going to try to raise the demographic of the frisbee gold course in Ann Arbor. They also enjoy hanging out at Starbucks in the evening. My parents are like teenagers again! It makes me so hopeful- it proves you don't have to become "middle-aged" if you don't want to. And they deserve it, since they only spent 9 months married before they had kids and they've worked so hard for the past 22 years; it's about time they got to do all of the fun stuff they missed out on in their 20's!
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Typical disc golf players. My mom and dad might stand out a bit.

Monday, October 04, 2004

Example
Oh, for cute photo-op's sake!

Sunday, October 03, 2004

I just saw a commercial for George Bush in which they showed pictures of terrorists and their victims and then said "These people want to kill us." I can't believe that the party has resorted to that! It is the politics of cynicism and fear. They might as well say "You should be very scared. Vote for Bush or you'll probably die." I think it's true: during an election year, the electorate is treated like we're stupid and swayed by our emotions.
What do people have against the French all of the sudden?

It started with the Freedom Fries, but now there seem to be a common belief that the French are elite and weak, which is apparently the opposite of what Americans should be.

Has President Bush been to France? Does he have any French friends? Why does he keep laughing at them and making them the punch line for every campaign joke?

They were so sweet to me when I was broke in Tours, when I offered to wash dishes to pay for a hostel room, when I got on the wrong train twice (twice!) in one day, and when I got on a bus with no money. (I'm sorry, everyone. I probably enforced the French sterotype that Americans are stupid. Oh well). Additionally, have the people who vilify the French as elitist foodies ever had a crepe with ham and gruyere? Well, it's practically a pancake with meat and cheese in it, which sounds like a fatty idea that Americans would have and enjoy at sports games.

So... I support you, Frenchies! Vous etes super!

Saturday, October 02, 2004

This morning I did my first door-to-door knocking for Kerry. It was super fun! I got to pass out yard signs and stickers too. The former Governor of New Hampshire, Jeanne Shaheen, spoke at the instructional meeting about the dirty tactics that the GOP is using to disenfranchize minority voters:

-In Florida, they are mailing Hispanic voters letters saying that they must apply for absentee ballots, but then never sending them those in the mail.
-In southern Ohio, they are sending people letters saying that if John Kerry is elected, their Bibles will be taken away.
-At Universities around the country, they are trying to spread the idea that students will lose scholarship money if they vote.

Since there is so much emphasis on the swing-voters, I didn't feel like there would be very much for us to do in Minnesota, since Kerry still has a lead here. However, the practice of turning African Americans away at polling centers is occuring here too. I met a family today who said that they weren't allowed to vote in the primaries because their middle names apparently didn't match the registration records. That makes me so mad! So everyone, make sure you are registered and that you bring two forms of ID, plus proof of current address to your polling station on November 2nd!! We can't let Bush win by surpressing votes for Kerry!

Thursday, September 30, 2004

I have nervous knots in my stomach...I'm like a pretzel.

Here is what Kerry needs to do tonight:
-Bring up the promises that Bush made during the last campaign, like that he would not send any troops into a war unless there were enough troops to win and there an exit plan. He would allow drugs to be imported into the country from Canada.
-Emphasize that Bush has no record to stand on.
-Explain his decision to vote against the $87 billion dollars and why his opinion has changed about Iraq.

It would be so very nice if Bush would make a mispronunciation of something important or have a freudian slip and say that he went into the war because Saddam Hussein tried to kill his father. I had an argument with Eric, from class today, who thinks that Bush will win no matter what because he has the most affective negative strategy...that no matter what, Bush will keep calling Kerry a flip-flopper and use misdirection to confuse people.

Okay. I'm going to cross everything and go eat cookies at the Debate party.
I'm going to do a follow-up tonight!

Monday, September 27, 2004

I was just in line at my new favorite coffee shop, when a man -who saw my Kerry pin- said to me "How can you like John Kerry? He's an awful, horrible man. George Bush is such a nice man." I couldn't think of anything to say...I was just staring at him in disbelief and embarassment, when it dawned on me: that's so stupid. So I said, "Wait, are you kidding?" And he smiled and laughed and said, "Of course!" I heart my neighborhood.

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Oh my gosh...has anyone seen Extreme Makeover: Home Edition? It plays on my emotions so much! It's like watching the happiest day of a family's life; they definitely play up every sentimental angle. It makes me cry...and it's a reality show on abc! The designers left the widowed father's bible open on the desk next to the deceased mother's bible and they were both on the same page about eternal love. It's almost maudlin, but it's so compelling. Maybe tv executives will realize that the spontaneous moments of happiness and grief are much more beautiful than greed and betrayal (and a bunch of attention-needy people who are performing for a prize). I loved the moment at the Emmy's when Garry Shandling brought the two "normal" people onstage and unblindfolded their eyes and took off their headphones! And then they both started crying, and the man said that he respected all of the actors there, and the woman said "Hey, Matt LeBlanc." It was so fun!

Last night I slept on my cousin Maria's trundel bed...I made a deal with her that I would spend the night if she went to church with me today. I know that you can't bribe someone into religion- actually it was just because I don't like sitting alone. So we went together and it was fun...we colored the story of the rich man and Lazarus the whole time. I also found a new study spot!

Finally, I dyed (I just saw that typo and edited it. Honestly, how many people read that and thought, "how did Nicole ever get into Wash U?") my hair on Thursday night. It's dark brown with a faint auburn tint. I'm going to be Snow White for Halloween, now, so I just have to find a cute costume (I'm going to be student teaching in a bilingual kindergarten classroom, so that's Blancanieves to them!) Our group of future ESL teachers has started "Board game Thursdays"...we're such a wild and crazy bunch! It was really fun though- we played word games. And now I'm on the lookout for an economist of my own...tweed is hot, when a guy can pull it off.

Okay, watch the debate on Thursday! I'm going to a debate party...you know what Sammy Jo says, "I don't believe in the Republican party or the Democratic party, I just believe in parties." We all get really riled up about No Child Left Behind, though!

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

When the war with Iraq started last Spring, I listened to the song "Peace Train" by Cat Stevens over and over again. It's so optimistic and idealistic about spreading peace! (It's also super catchy). So I was really suprised yesterday to read that the artist formerly known as Cat Stevens was deported for being on a terrorist watch list.

"Yusuf Islam is perhaps one of the most widely known and respected personalities in the Muslim world. He has a long history of promoting peace and reconciliation and condemning terrorism," said Nihad Awad, executive director of CAIR.

Islam was the second high-profile Muslim in recent months to be barred entry to the United States. Swiss-based Islamic scholar Tariq Ramadan was prevented from taking up a lecturing post at Notre Dame University in Indiana in August after the U.S. authorities revoked his visa with no explanation.

CAIR said treating mainstream and moderate Muslims as terrorists sent the wrong message. "This does not help the war on terrorism, it just makes it harder," Awad told a news conference.

The incident prompted British Foreign Secretary Jack Straw to raise the issue in person with Secretary of State Colin Powell (news - web sites) at the United Nations (news - web sites) in New York.

"The foreign secretary raised the Cat Stevens incident with Colin Powell and expressed concern that this action should not have been taken," a British Foreign Office spokeswoman told Reuters in London.

Muslim groups in Britain also decried the deportation of Islam, who heads a trust that oversees Muslim schools in the country.

"This incident comes only to confirm the farcical and ultimately draconian standards and practices exercised by U.S. immigration authorities," said Anas Altikriti, a spokesman for the Muslim Association of Britain.

I hope that this will finally make the Patriot Act a point of debate. It's so easy to say "I am willing to give up some of "my" freedom for the sake of safety," but I have never been asked to. It's just so sad that a figurehead for peace in moderate Islam is being treated like a threat.
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It's anti-American and I'm scared that it's going to create so many more problems.

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Yesterday my brother came to visit. I picked him up at St. Olaf's, where I met his RA. He has Bush posters all around his door, so I was starting to write "Kerry '04" on his message board (as a joke) when he came out! It was really embarrassing- he was really cute (like all Republicans, it seems, except those in the government). Then we ate dinner at Johnny Rocket's Malt Shoppe...it's so sweet! Afterwards, we drove downtown to go to the Keane concert, but when we got to the club, the show had been cancelled. Grr. So we went to see Garden State at 10:10, and then I had to drive him back to school. I didn't get back until 2am. I'm a girl who needs her sleep...I couldn't get much done today because I'm so tired.

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

So it turns out that my brother is a joiner. I really didn't expect this at all! He called me back this evening and it was just like the phone call that Bridget Jones pretends to have.

Me: Hi, John.
John: Hahahaha. Oh, hi.
Me: What are you laughing about?
John: (Muffled talking. Room erupts in laughter). What?
Nicole: It's me! (yelling) Your sister!
John: Oh...hey! Yeah, I have to go. We're giving a girl pie for her birthday, then we've got to plan our radio show.
Nicole: You're doing a radio show?
John: Yeah. (Muffled talking) Um...yeah, me and two girls. It's like "John and his girls."
Nicole: Are you okay?
John: Yeah, okay, I've got to go...(Room erupts in laughter again).
Nicole: Okay, I love you, but you don't have to say it back (jokingly).
John: Haha. Yeah. Bye.

I can't believe that was my little brother! He's like a puppy off his leash. Apparently the nights of staying home with my parents and watching Masterpiece Theater was all a farce. He's now a ladies' man with a radio show and a dorm room full of people who laugh at everything he says. I was absolutely not prepared for him to be so happy and adjusted after two weeks. I was so worried, apparently for no reason at all.

Oooh, today I discovered that all lectures at the alumni center are catered by a gourmet italian restaurant and everything's free. I may just have to start going to lectures more often. Like every day after class.

Monday, September 13, 2004

There are many evils in this world and our country that I close my eyes to in order to remain happy. I pretend not to know that I'm eating actual animals (which is easy as long as they don't still have eyes), I overlook the fact that my car pollutes the environment, and I reinterate my lack of power as an excuse for not taking more initiative in helping others as much as I can. However, I think that America is becoming too numb to the conditions of war and I wish that would stop. It's one thing to ignore the environment, livestock, and volunteerism, but horrible things are happening in Iraq and the American people are starting to think of them as commonplace. Today in Faluja, our air force bombed a US army jeep by accident. The soldiers were evacuated safetly, but later some Iraquis jumped on the burning vehicle to celebrate. One local reporter was covering the action live nearby by camera, when he was killed by the American troops who decided that they couldn't leave the jeep, however damaged, for the insugents to pillage. His last words- "I'm dying"- were shown live on tv. Isn't there something supremely horrible about that? How can we liberate the Iraquis and destroy them at the same time? Why did the reporter die? There isn't a reason anymore that isn't somehow based on political spin and misdirection. He couldn't have died to remove Saddam from power, because Saddam is currently in prison. It couldn't have been because his government had powerful weapons because Secretary Powell said that none will ever be found. I think that killing in vain is murder and war is not an excuse, especially this one.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

Yesterday I went on a shopping blitz through the Mall of America. I love it! There are over 400 stores and they're grouped by type. I bought the best pair of pants in the world at Rampage- they honestly feel like pajamas. Then I bought another at New York and Co. and a floral button-down shirt, a long brown skirt, a pink sweater, a fall jacket, and a gray pair of pants at Old Navy. My credit card is still hot... I must stop this.

After I finished one lap of the mall (which is about a mile), I went to see "Cellular." It's so good! Definitely a must-see popcorn movie...especially the scene in the cell phone store; that is completely something I would do (if, hypothetically, I ever use a gun to hold someone up).

Anyway, I had volunteered to do literature distribution today for Lydia Lee, who's running for school board in Minneapolis. Well, I arrived at the pick-up site at 10am this morning (after spending an hour desperately trying to get to Arthur Ave. NE, which deadends THREE times as you drive north) and they handed me literature about Diane Loeffler, who's running for State Rep. I was like, "hmm...I'm here to help Lydia Lee," and the woman giving me the literature said, "Well, I'm Diane Loeffler, thanks for helping." I was so duped into this and since I'm a pushover (or maybe charitable?), I did it anyway. It was a workout! 10 blocks where all the houses had at least 10 steps leading up to the front door, in the burning sun! I hope Diane Loeffler is actually a good candidate, because I had never heard about her until today. Actually, I don't even know what Lydia Lee supports: Scott Dibble, who I originally wanted to help run for State Senate, told me to volunteer for her. And people wonder why my age group is cynical about politicians! Though, I guess I can understand why politicians assume that their constituents are stupid and not paying attention to issues:)

**Challenge of the Day**
Please post your favorite joke(s)! I can never remember any (except the "na-CHO cheese" one) and I know that some ECM people know some good ones...remember the IHOP fat tuesday dinner? John, will you post some of yours too?

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

I love my parents so much. They're so kind and funny, and most importantly, we understand each other when we're together in a way that is hard to find outside of my family. First, we're all independent New Englanders. That means that we often either appear shy or arrogant, but it's only because the midwestern hyper-friendliness doesn't feel natural to us. Secondly, we usually do things ourselves instead of waiting for others to join us...it's not because we're shy though, it's just because we don't "need" people around to be happy. We want to make good friends, but we don't necessarily need them, so it's trickier. And, as New Englanders, we also hate mindless chit-chat. (I'm not a cranky old woman, honestly, it's just a state of mind!) We always end up having philosophical discussions about religion or politics. And I love how compassionate and dedicated they are: they're going to plan a mission trip together, since a doctor and a chemist are always needed; and my dad's going to organize a yearly family reunion for just the four of us, since John and I are both out of the house now.

Yesterday I was so confident when I said goodbye to them. I'm a graduate student, after all, and I have my own beautiful apartment and semi-loyal fish. But this day, the first of the fall semester, was so stressful and exhausting and...I miss my parents! I spent two hours this morning waiting in line to get my loan approved (so I can actually enroll in the classes I started today), but my number wasn't called before class, so I had to give up my space. Grr...I'm going to have to do that again all tomorrow morning. Anyway, then I went to class, which is with all the same girls (and one guy), but it was kind of annoying because everyone is so chatty all the time! I'm sorry to be such a downer, but I don't always enjoy the false "Oh my gosh, how were your past two weeks??!!! What didya do?" Everyone in my class is nice, but I grew up in the frigid mountains of New Hampshire where we just don't do that- unless you make sure the person has had their coffee. Then I went to buy my textbooks. Cha-ching! I carried all 50 pounds of them back to my car and then drove to the grocery store. When I have days like this, I should honestly stay out of all stores, since I'm in an altered state of contientiousness and spend wildly. I also eat really bad food. Like friend chicken and pringles for dinner.

I will be fine, though...it's just post-first-day jitters. My schedule is crazy too. When I first saw it, 1:25-4:25 four days a week, I thought it sounded like a breeze and maybe I could work a little. I realized today though, that those are only inclass hours; I also have about four hours of student teaching every day, probably in a distant suburb.

When my dad send me his pictures, I'll post them here- including me on the carny spinning torture ride at the state fair! It's just amazing how many foods can be eaten off a stick: hot dogs (obviously), corn, cheese, candy bars, pickles, jalepeños and cream cheese, and, my favorite, french toast. Maybe food just tastes better on a stick. I'm going to keep investigating.

I love my parents so much. They're so kind and funny, and most importantly, we understand each other when we're together in a way that is hard to find outside of my family. First, we're all independent New Englanders. That means that we often either appear shy or arrogant, but it's only because the midwestern hyper-friendliness doesn't feel natural to us. Secondly, we usually do things ourselves instead of waiting for others to join us...it's not because we're shy though, it's just because we don't "need" people around to be happy. We want to make good friends, but we don't necessarily need them, so it's trickier. And, as New Englanders, we also hate mindless chit-chat. (I'm not a cranky old woman, honestly, it's just a state of mind!) We always end up having philosophical discussions about religion or politics. And I love how compassionate and dedicated they are: they're going to plan a mission trip together, since a doctor and a chemist are always needed; and my dad's going to organize a yearly family reunion for just the four of us, since John and I are both out of the house now.

Yesterday I was so confident when I said goodbye to them. I'm a graduate student, after all, and I have my own beautiful apartment and semi-loyal fish. But this day, the first of the fall semester, was so stressful and exhausting and...I miss my parents! I spent two hours this morning waiting in line to get my loan approved (so I can actually enroll in the classes I started today), but my number wasn't called before class, so I had to give up my space. Grr...I'm going to have to do that again all tomorrow morning. Anyway, then I went to class, which is with all the same girls (and one guy), but it was kind of annoying because everyone is so chatty all the time! I'm sorry to be such a downer, but I don't always enjoy the false "Oh my gosh, how were your past two weeks??!!! What didya do?" Everyone in my class is nice, but I grew up in the frigid mountains of New Hampshire where we just don't do that- unless you make sure the person has had their coffee. Then I went to buy my textbooks. Cha-ching! I carried all 50 pounds of them back to my car and then drove to the grocery store. When I have days like this, I should honestly stay out of all stores, since I'm in an altered state of contientiousness and spend wildly. I also eat really bad food. Like friend chicken and pringles for dinner.

I will be fine, though...it's just post-first-day jitters. My schedule is crazy too. When I first saw it, 1:25-4:25 four days a week, I thought it sounded like a breeze and maybe I could work a little. I realized today though, that those are only inclass hours; I also have about four hours of student teaching every day, probably in a distant suburb.

Friday, September 03, 2004

There are a lot of important stories in the news today:
-The horrible hostage crisis in Russia (Ukraine?)
-Hurricane Frances
-President Clinton having heart surgery
It must be such a crazy day for President Bush...well, I guess only if the White House is actually run exactly like on The West Wing :)

I spent all this morning obsessively cleaning my apartment so that it's clean when my mom arrives (a swiffer wet-jet really is a girl's best friend)! I also continued my annoying streak of having anxiety attacks when I don't know where my family is, since I hadn't heard from my parents since before they left home yesterday afternoon. Car accidents still scare me more than anything, so I prayed all morning (while swiffering)- which now seems silly and paranoid, since my dad just called to tell me they're an hour away- but over the past 7 hours it helped so much.

So now I'm going to pray for the three situations above until my family arrives. I wonder if anything tragic or miraculous will happen today. I think that the British tradition of saying "God save the Queen" should be used in the United States instead of "God bless America." Most people pray that God would bless all nations and people. I think I'm going to pray for our leader for guidance and wisdom instead...God save the President.

Thursday, September 02, 2004

"No dejaremos a ningún nino atrás." Hmm, it's been happening for four years!

Education is not a race to the finish line, Mr. President.

Maybe that's way millions of Hispanic high school graduates *in the state you governed* drop out of college before one year, since they have only been taught how to take a test.

(^My message to the President...everyone else can skip it. When he reads my blog, then he'll understand ;) )

My grandpa has almost the same cadence and intonation of President Bush, as well as the same mannerisms (although not the accent). That's why I do like the President...I would like to invite him to a barbeque and hear him tell jokes!
But how can we ignore a generation of public-schooled children?

I also don't think that starting an unending war, like another cold war, is a hopeful campaign for our country. Couldn't we address each terrorist cell individually and case specifically? Why haven't we found the Al Qaeda leaders yet, those who actually caused the largest act of terrorism in our country's history? I'm tired to being told to be afraid of the terrorists and to anticipate future terrorism. How can President Bush be at once so aww-schucks and attacking-without-question?

Are we really "the greatest force for good on this Earth"? Are we doing enough for victims of AIDS in Africa?

OMG! The terrorists don't hate our freedom! I don't think it's sour grapes. They hate our arrogance, our wealth and consumption in comparison to the rest of the world, and our lack of global cultural conscience.

I'm sorry I'm so consumed by the Republican National Convention...but I get knots of fear in my stomach when I think about George Bush winning another term.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

I found a way to psych myself up (politically)...Listen to the speech by Barack Obama from the Democratic National Convention! It's just too easy to become apathetic, especially since both candidates are now flip-flopping AND my grandma keeps calling me and telling me that I need to "make up my own mind" and "not just vote the way my parents do." Bottom line: she wants me to vote Republican. Good grief. My parents have never indoctrined me with set ideals. But I bought the speech from itunes and now I can listen to it whenever I need a political boost!

My parents and my brother arrive tomorrow to deliver John to St. Olafs. Some alums who are in my Masters program have explained that "dry campus" actually means "very-very-wet, but-secretive-about-it campus." I have to keep reminding myself that he's no longer the little boy who labeled everything in our house with permenant markers!

ps-Is anyone else watching (or did anyone watch) Zell Miller's speech at the RNC? Wowza..."He's not a slick talker but he's a straight shooter." I hope no one votes based on that trait! I finally looked up John Kerry's voting on the $87 million for troops, and he didn't flip flop at all. The president made last minute changes which Kerry had said he wouldn't support. This all makes me so heated up. It's time for orange sherbet.

Sunday, August 29, 2004

So apparently a Hispanic family has my phone number on speed dial and keeps dialing it accidentally. I got a message on my answering machine and there was Latin music in the background and people chatting in Spanish. Then someone called me this afternoon and I heard the same thing. This is all pretty bizarre to me!

Saturday, August 28, 2004

I tasted my first cheese curd yesterday! That makes me an official Minnesotan. It's exactly what I thought it would be: deep-fried cheese. Who ever thought of that? What else can be fried, I wonder? Fried pizza would be good.
The people who made this website obviously had way too much fun frying!

I also officially changed my position on Jesus-hair. It was an in-joke with my high school friends because Mara wanted to add it to our list of 100 best male characteristics (which we all made at a sleepover in 10th grade), but I was vehemently against adding it. It felt kind of sacriligious and I also thought it couldn't be possible without looking mullet-ish (not that I think Jesus had a mullet ...or if he did I'm sure he pulled it off:) ). Anyway, I went back to the fair tonight and now I've officially changed my mind. I think the New Hampshire girl in me is attracted to the nuts-and-berries/rugged look.

Kind of on that topic- but from a COMPLETELY different point of view- my little brother is growing out his hair and growing a beard. My little brother! It's so disconcerting.

Friday, August 27, 2004

This past week has been so exhausting! I babysat for my three Hartnett cousins everyday and they all slept over at my apartment last night, and in the process, I unfortunately got to meet the devilish side of each of the sweet children. I think that everyone hides the most irrational side of themselves from their friends and extended family; my aunt and uncle couldn't believe them when I said that my dad was a yeller when I was little- he hides that impatience from them at Christmas and John and I aren't as pesky as we used to be. Anyway, my cousins apparently don't understand that social norm and freely express their irrational anger and frustration in my presence. Every day this week we did something fun: Monday was the science museum, Tuesday- the zoo, Wednesday-the Mall of America, Thursday-sleep over at my house, and today we went to the State Fair. And so everyday I witnessed each of them breakdown at least once (thankfully, never all three at once!). Usually I could pull that child aside and either pleasantly request that he or she stop punching me, or try to distract him or her. Today at the State Fair, Maria became a complete rascal! She's normally the sweetest little 5 year old with cute Shirley Temple curls. I guess she was tired of walking, so she started hanging on my arm whenever I held her hand. Then she started hitting me with her Snoopy fan and then punching me with her fists. Argh. It wasn't even that annoying, except I guess I need to try to establish some control, even though they are my cousins. So I finally reverted to do a fireman carry (I think that's what it's called) so she was over my shoulder and therefore couldn't kick me. On top of her meltdown, the State Fair is outrageously overpriced- $37 for one adult and three children just to enter! Then there were no food items less than $2.50 (a plain hot dog) and each carny ride cost about $4.00. So, in conclusion, my trip to the State Fair was the most frustrating "fun" experience ever, and I felt like such a miser, but honestly! I really don't have any income to speak of.

I took the three of them to a big playground this week and I ended up having a long conversation about my highlights with a 10 year old on the see-saw. Some children have a much more sophisticated understanding of fashion at a really young age then I will ever have. Anyway, she noticed that my highlights were grown out and recommended a stylist who could fix that. I explained that I couldn't afford highlights and she explained that 6 weeks is the maximum life-span of even the most professional job. Oh well. I thought I had my haircare down to a science. I was just thinking though- and this is so random- why can't shampoo companies make a line of hair care products that address all of the problems that one individual might have? I mean, I could buy "frizz-ease" shampoo because my hair is naturally frizzy, or I could buy "springing curls" shampoo which would excentuate my waves. Or, I could use something that would make my hair smell like fruit or flowers; I could buy intensive conditioning shampoo for color-treated hair, or I could buy shampoo specifically engineered for brunettes. Okay, that was long, but this is my actual question: Is it just scientifically impossible to put all of those ingredients in the same bottle (they would combust?) or are the companies just playing upon my desire to meet all of my hair needs and so they know I will eventually buy each of their products?

There are only 10 weeks until the Presidential elections! I think I'm going to volunteer for the Minnesota branch of the DNC, or at least for Kerry's campaign. I'm on a guilt trip: today I added my signature for Nader. It was absolutely not out of support- I think his campaign is a waste of time and young adult passion. It was because the poor woman at the teensy Nader booth at the fair spent five minutes explaining NAFTA to me (as I nodded without understanding anything) and I felt so bad, since he's obviously not going to accomplish very much at all, so I signed it. So there it is: if Bush wins Minnesota, a swing-state, due to Nader's votes, it's all my fault. But, if those Naderites spam by email inbox, they will be sorry!

Tomorrow I'm going to a birthday party for a state senator with my aunt. What do you buy a senator you've never met?

ps- Mike, I think that Starbucks is going to be my only legacy at Wash U. I hope SALT will meet there once to remember me:)

Saturday, August 21, 2004

Update: my fish is a survivor! She still looks kind of ragged, but she had a near-death-by-drain experience after all.

This week I've been working on improving my apartment, but it's all been by happenstance. I went for a run around Lake Calhoun two days ago, and on the way back up my street, I saw a cute sewing desk sitting in someone's yard (with a "free" sign). I had such a hard time carrying it the two blocks home! Then today, I stopped at a yard sale and found a beautiful 2 by 3 foot mirror with antique gold trim that matches my chandelier perfectly and it was only $20, so now I have that too! This is the first place I've lived that I really want to decorate- Wash U housing was pretty much hopeless, so I didn't even try. Before school starts, Jake is going to come with his tools and help me paint my bedroom Marigold Orange. He's a pro, doncha know? Hopefully the brightness will prevent seasonal affective disorder, which I guess everyone gets here! I'm really scared for my first Minnesota winter! Eve, if you read my blog, where are you living here? We should meet up for coffee! Well, tonight I'm going to make Newman's Own Bombolina Chicken (an award-winning recipe:) while watching more West Wing. That show is like crack! I love it. It helps so much to start from the beginning too.

I got something really exciting in the mail this week too: a John Kerry '04 sweatshirt hoodie!

Monday, August 16, 2004

Oh panic attack! I was just washing my fish's bowl, when she jumped out when I was transferring her and flipped down the sink drain! She was down on the garbage disposal level for 5 minutes as I screamed and tried to feel where she was and pick her up! She kept flipping out of my hands and I was crying...OMG, it was so horrible! I finally got her out and she wasn't moving and I put her back in her bowl and how she's finally eating again, but I feel like the worst person! The human propensity for emotional connections is so amazing...I mean, she doesn't know that I did that to her, she probably doesn't feel fear- she only knows when she can't breath. But I was thinking the whole time that I would hate myself if I killed my fish and every time I washed dishes, I would have to think about it. She's just floating in the corner of her bowl now and breathing slowly, and I still feel so guilty. What makes me need to care for a tiny fish? Do psychoneurologists understand anything about that yet?

In Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, the characters erase each other from their memories after a bad breakup. There are definitely some emotional memories I wish I could forget...I think the only thing you learn from those experiences is empathy. But with close calls, like fish going down the drain, I learned to never transfer her in the sink again. So it was a learning experience. And it got my heartrate to it's target level!

Thursday, August 12, 2004

I have a question: are we too idealistic in college to choose a career based on future income?
I do want to be a teacher because I love children and doing creative activities and coloring with fruit-scented markers; but, will I eventually wish I had just majored in business, retired super-early, and then spent 40-ish years doing what I actually liked? Last week, my Aunt said that she really wishes she had chosen a financially lucrative career because money ultimately creates so many problems at home. Ugh. I got mad at my friend Eunice because she worked in a business job that she hated, but wouldn't leave because she was paid so much. And I always considered B-school majors to be somewhat greedy:) Just kidding, Caleb! I started thinking about money because I've been running at Lake of the Isles, a really posh neighborhood. There's a house that looks right out of tuscany and I started wondering if I could ever have my own bocce ball green with fountain. Where is the line between dreaming and greed? When you cut down your dreams about the future, is it "settling" or being realistic? I don't know if I would fit in in my dream life anyway...I already feel out of place in my parents "mews," so maybe I would feel out of place if I got my dream house. Well, can you tell that this is all procrastination? I have to finish my homework! Honestly, I have one class a week and I still can't get my homework done.
Wolfgang Puck Salad

8 cups fresh spinach leaves
1 cup dried cherries
6 oz. blue cheese, crumbled
1 cup candied pecans (dip nuts in butter, coat in brown sugar, then broil until bubbling)
balsamic or olive oil dressing

This is such a good recipe!
I found a nice starbucks today, in St. Louis Park, MN. Coincidence? I don't think so.

Sunday, August 08, 2004

I've never bought running shoes based on how cute they look, but I found these and I couldn't resist...
Example
I also went to see the Bourne Supremacy last night with Jenny and Jake. It was really good!

Saturday, August 07, 2004

This is one of my favorite songs...

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind

I love this song because whenever I feel powerless, it reminds me of how much power each person has to affect and improve the lives of others. God has really given us each so much humanity and potential for service. And my hands are incredibly small! (Which is why I'll never be a concert pianist:)...I can barely reach an octave).

Friday, August 06, 2004

Cha cha...I bought a fish today! She's a fighting fish and her name is Tutu (because she's blue, white, pink, and teal, and it looks like she's wearing a tutu).

Thursday, August 05, 2004

brain mush...
I'm starting to use my metacognitive skills (I learned one thing in edpsych) and I've realized that if I use my brain to write a paper and do a project, then the next day-when I need to start studying for the linguistics final exam- it will be completely exhausted. So, my brain is on vacation, even though I really need it so much right now! There should really be a word for this- if anyone knows it, please tell me. It obviously happens to all students. My dad makes up new words all the time, but they never seem to catch on. One was "soo," which is used like "too," to imply excess. It distinguishes "Soo much pizza" from "So, what's for dinner?" It makes sense to me:) Last week he came up with "hot turkey," which is used to explain what happens when you attempt to stop an addictive habit (smoking, caffeine, etc.) for a while, but can't and then get back on the wagon all at once (ok, that's alcohol, but you get the picture). Then you go overboard and it's like an overdose...hot turkey! It makes sense because it's the opposite of cold turkey. I stopped drinking caffeine cold turkey during lent but then went back hot turkey after a week...it was so bad! OMG, two hours until my final and I've only reviewed a third of the vocabulary. Work, nicole!

Thursday, July 29, 2004

ok, superquick, I have two papers to write in forty minutes, then I'm supposed to meet my linguistics friends for sushi, then I'm going to a John Kerry party in Eden Prairie!  I got five hours of sleep last night, but I finally found my paper mode mind this morning...all you wash u people know what I mean.  I drank two huge cups of tea and then I would write a paragraph then run one lap around my apartment!  (It's so cute- my kitchen has two entrances, so I can do laps:) I wonder how many it takes to make a mile...the people downstairs must hate me!)  Anyway, I was so hyper!  Bsing was the most useful college skill.  Anyway, now I have two to write and I have to get in my paper zone again.  Katy- your dad is probably the nice funny guy on the bus.  Someone's creepy when they demand your last name before they'll get off the bus.  That's my new rule.  So, Andrew, how was that chicken?  Oh, I was talking to my grandpa tonight and he said he's going to try to make my brother be Republican...um, no.  That's way too family ties.  I told my grandpa that he wishes that they had more smart people on their side and I think he hung up on me!  I called back and my grandma said "he's done talking."  I really hope he knows I was kidding!

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

This must be short because I'm budgeting my time to the hour this week- sorry to people who helped me overcome the crazy scheduling last time, but I need to do it again! Anyway, yesterday I was sitting on the bus and a man came and sat right next to me (which is like those obnoxious things to do on a bus lists, because there were only two other people on the bus). He kept asking me questions and touching my arm and even when I gave all the cues that I didn't want to talk (like looking out the window with determination, putting my headphones on, and reading a book) he kept asking me personal questions. So I started lying and hoping he would leave soon...I told him my name was Nicole Brown and I live in Madison. Afterwards, I felt bad because people used to just be able to talk to strangers without such suspicision, and so later, I asked my dad how people treat him on the bus (although I know he could never be that creepy!) He said that two women ride the bus from the same stops with him everyday and have never even acknowledged him, and said that they probably think he's invisible. Is that how it makes men feel? Because honestly, we (girls) today are bombarded with so many stories about what can happen to you if you don't act defensively all the time, that it makes it almost impossible to trust any strangers. So I explained that to him- do other guys feel that way? On the other hand, people today should understand that you can't sit down right next to someone and ask for their last name anymore because our society just isn't that safe, and if you don't abide by those rules, then you're just kidding yourself and are asking to be labled "creepy guy who rides my bus on mondays." I'm still sad that I can't talk to strangers anymore, but I would definitely say "hi" to someone on the bus whom I had met somewhere else or through a friend! Is being over-cautious making us a society of strangers?

Monday, July 19, 2004

yes! I just dropped EDHD 5003, which means that I have three classes, from 12:20-4:30 Mon-Thurs and one on Friday morning. This will be so much better...I'll have time to think and maybe visit my cousins during the week. I am such a happy camper:)

Last Friday I went to the new IKEA superstore next to the Mall of America. There were literally thousands of people there! It's so amazing- the store is set up like a museum, with only one path for going through. There are hundreds of rooms set up with the furniture arrangements and you just write down the aisle and bin number of what you like and then pick it up at the end of the "tour." I bought beautiful $5 curtains, a fancy cheese grater, heart-shaped ice cube trays, and a book shelf and tv unit. I wore my flip-flops and I have no upper-body strength, so picking up my furniture in the warehouse alone was super-hilarious for people watching me, I'm sure! I kept sliding across the floor while pushing the dolly. Then I had to wait in the check-out line for an hour, but the cutest kids in front of me sat on my dolly too and we all played games on my cell phone. I also got cable this weekend, so once I get dsl on Friday, everything will start to be easier.

I went running on Saturday and somehow found Paul Wellstone's grave (which my Aunt hadn't been able to find all year). I guess I don't know very much about his campaign, but I remember John Edwards saying that he was a great champion for the underdogs of society. I hope the Kerry/Edwards presidency can do that too, especially for the public education system. As a future teacher studying the Minnesota Standards for Education required by No Child Left Behind, it seems like the program is mismanaged and underfunded.

I hope everyone has a good week.
Top upcoming thing to look forward to: The Olympics in three weeks!!

Thursday, July 15, 2004

I just took my Educational Psychology final exam!! OMG I'm glad that class is over. It was way too much busy work.

I've been so busy in the last few weeks that I'm starting to be really excited about anything not having to do with school. Tonight I'm going to go to Loews to pick out the paint color for my bedroom!! (See the exclamation points? I'm really so excited:)). Having this much work has definitely made me appreciate how boring my parents' daily life seems- I usually chastise them for going to Home Depot for fun, but I think I understand now. Anyway, my color options so far are: Melon Popsicle, Return to Paradise, or Tuscan Gold.

In case anyone else needs to know too, the ECM alumni (us or a- whatever) Blog address is:
http://ecmalum.blogspot.com and the password for posting is the name of our house.

My other plans for the weekend are to buy a bookshelf at the new IKEA superstore and get a pet fish. I'm going to buy a little yellow one and name it Chiquita.

I can't think of anything else, because the only thing I've done this week is study. I highly reccommend that you rent "Before Sunrise"

if you're going to Blockbuster, because it's so romantic and beautiful...it's kind of like "Reality Bites," but with two people in love in Vienna :) But if you rent it, then you can go see the sequel, "Before Sunset," which is in theaters now. I sound like a commercial, but it's just so good!

TGI-almost-F, everyone.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

I just saw my cousin Eli take his first steps! He's such a sweet baby and he already looks like a lumberjack:)

I'm so glad this week is over. I met the chaplain at the Episcopal Center at the U of M today (apparently the "the" distinguishes it from U of M). Anyway, the space is very swanky compared to the Rock, but I started to feel nostalgic because it's much less homey. Downtown is so far away from my new apartment though, so I may go to a super-ritzy church that's down the street. It's called St. Stephen the Martyr, and if it's possible, it looks more like an anglican church than SMSG. There are huge, fancy iron gates around a quad with beautiful flowers and a stone bridge and terrace that go over the river behind the building itself. I think it's probably "high church," but I grew up with that and I've kind of missed it over the past 8 years in Michigan.

I'm going to go see Spider-man 2 at the Mall of America tonight. If you've never been to the MOA, you should plan a trip;) because it's like the 8th wonder of the modern world! There's an amusement park inside the mall with roller coasters and a log ride, and there are over 400 stores!! It's so hard to describe how big it is- my best guess would be as big as an airplane hanger, but I've never been in one, so maybe not.

The amusement park is called camp snoopy:)

Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Classes are so strenuous this week! It's only the 3rd week of the term and we already have midterms (because it's so intensive). It's made everyone really cranky at school because none of us get any sleep or have lives anymore.
My days are so boring:
6am-wake up
7am-bus to campus
7:55-9:55 class
12:20-2:20 class
2:30-4:30 class
4:40pm-bus home
dinner
homework until 11pm every night!
It's annoying, but I need to keep telling myself that I'll have a Masters in a year and start my student teaching. I'm so excited because my mom and brother are coming to Minneapolis this weekend to help me move into my first apartment. I haven't been inside it yet, but it's big and in a really fun neighborhood. I think I'm going to get a fish to keep me company when I'm not busy (which is never right now, so it should all work). I hope everyone is having an amazing time this summer and if you're an ecm alum, please go to the blog- ecmalum.blogspot.com (password: the name of our house) and post your new experiences!

Friday, June 25, 2004

I just saw "Fahrenheit 9/11." It finally showed scenes that so many people have never seen: peaceful, happy families in Iraq before the war. I think it's so easy to imagine that it's a country of crazy extremists running around the sand dunes with huge weapons and killing innocent people at will. At least that's all we're shown. Iraq, and especially Baghdad, was so civilized. And obviously, the people had the same dreams for their lives that we do. There were images of little children playing on swingsets in their backyards.

On September 11, I went to the service at Graham Chapel and then sat outside in a prayer circle with some other students. I hadn't thought about it for so long. Anyway, we each went around and offered prayers. I have always feared the vigilante attitude of President Bush, so I prayed for the thousands of people who were going to be killed just because people from their country had done this to the United States.

While I watched the movie, I actually felt physically sick with the thought that our country had torn apart so many Iraqi and American families with this invasion. Can anyone actually explain the validation for the war anymore? I honestly don't think that capturing Saddam Hussein is enough of a reason. Wasn't there a way to remove him internally? Did we really exhaust every other option? There are so many countries living with oppression and genocide- why haven't we liberated those people?

The Iraqis are fighting back so much now, and I feel like I understand why: if you lived there and had nothing to do with the government, and the United States invades and decides that you and your family could be justifiably killed or taken captive at any time- and then abused- simply because you live there, wouldn't THAT justify fighting back? The poor people have decide between Saddam Hussein or this. It makes me so furious that I live in America and have almost no power to stop these horrible things from taking place.

It also makes me mad that the Bush administration convinced our country that this war WAS justified. I supported the war against Afghanistan. When Bush said that there were WMDs and links to Al Qaida in Iraq, I trusted him. Now, I'm so scared that he'll be reelected. Here's is a link in which congress concludes that he misled America on many counts: http://www.fas.org/irp/congress/2004_cr/h031604.html.

Post what you think, especially if you saw the movie too. I'm home alone until tomorrow night :( And I'm so mad at psycho dog, but being mad about Iraq lessened it...even when he jumped onto the kitchen table and broke a glass and then grabbed my favorite high heeled shoe and ran around the house biting it! grr.

Thursday, June 24, 2004

whew! This week was so much work! I woke up this morning at 5am to write a "personal choice question" for Education and Human Development. The funny thing is that it's really easy so far. So good news all you graduates- Wash U does prepare you for graduate school! I'm kind of sick of my schedule though...it reminds me of high school because I have the same classes every day with all the same people and we actually do the questions in our textbook at the end of each chapter! My pdq assignment was to choose one of the Minnesota Standards for Teaching and write a question about it. Well, as proof of my awesome undergrad education, I couldn't figure out what that meant for the longest time. I thought maybe it was a test of how creative we could be in analyzing the nuances of the concept. The standards are like "Teachers must listen and give feedback to students," etc. So I actually emailed the TA and she just told me to write a question! Finally, I chose standard 6.M: "the teacher must understand the culture and community of the students." My question was: "Why must the teacher understand the culture and community of the students." See how much like high school this is? When I turned in my last assignment with a footnote, the TA wrote "Excellent!!!" next to it. So this time I used 6. I'm sure it's going to get a lot harder soon though. Anyway, I'm in such a good mood because it's Thursday and I don't have class for three days! Tonight I'm going to go for a long walk with the dogs, then organize my aunt's refrigerator (which I'm really excited about because I can't stand how messy it is), and I'm going to sleep in tomorrow morning, do homework all day, then go see Farenheit 9/11 at the Mall of America! BTW, will someone please listen to Keane and tell me how it's so amazing! I need someone else in the world to have heard about them so I don't seem super-crazy.

Sunday, June 20, 2004

You know that feeling of complete frustration and lack of control? I'm feeling it so much this weekend. It's making me so depressed that all of my family is on our reunion without me, and that feeling is compounded by the fact that I'm living alone in a city where I don't know anyone. Additionally, I'm dog-sitter for the most obnoxious and out of control black lab in the world! Grr. His name is Jack and he has to be crated all the time when he's in the house or he sprints around, eating or breaking things and knocking me down (he literally knocked me on my back and jumped on top of me yesterday). He also eats all of the other dog's food, which means he's eaten 2 kidney pills already today and I don't know what to do about that. I hate being away from my family when they're in such perfect memory-making mode; the last time we had a family reunion it started so many catch-phrases and was such a blast, and this time I'm the only one not there. OMG, I know I'm such a whiner, but I feel so desperately deserted with psycho-dog. So, I'm going to go work at Caribou coffee. Does anyone have advice about missing out? Oh, and I called my dad to wish him happy father's day and my mom had given him a present without telling me, so I had no idea when he thanked me for it. So he said, "Well, it's the thought that counts" sarcastically, which makes me feel like such a horrible daughter.

Saturday, June 19, 2004

Every summer I fall in love with a new band. This summer it's... Keane. It's so so good and I listen to them so much that I kind of getting sick of some songs. But if you like Coldplay, then you'll love it! And, if you're one of the people who I forced to listen to Travis (like the SALTers), and you liked them, then you'll definitely like it. (BTW, did you guys like the mixes at all? I hope so!:))

Thursday, June 17, 2004

More studying...yuck.
I started graduate school on Monday and so far it's pretty repetitive. I swear, one class in second language acquisition was enough! It's a joke with my family that I always end up hating everything I learn about the field I'm going into- I don't like Spanish Literature or music very much, and I hate cilantro:). But the reason that I don't like learning about second language acquistion in that I'm not studying for the scientific aspects; I just want to help children learn, especially those who always seemed to be overlooked. For everyone who reads this, please pity me a little bit, because I have class from 7:55am-4:30 every day except Friday- I really miss 5-day weekends.

On the other hand, I love living here because I can hug my baby cousins all the time! They're one year-old twins, a boy and a girl. I'm going to see if I can teach them sign language so they can communicate before they have the oral skills to speak.

Tomorrow, my entire extended family on my mother's side are going to Door County Wisconsin for our week-long family reunion. sigh.

ps-I saw the golden gopher mascot waiting for an elevator yesterday. Maybe it's a sign of good things to come!:)

Thursday, June 10, 2004

My life is like a whirlwind...
My brother graduated from high school on Saturday, my family moved into our new house on Monday, and now I'm living at my Aunt's house in Minneapolis until I move into my own apartment on July 4th. Oh, and this monday graduate school starts!!
I think that this is the first time that I've been ready to leave my parents...as most people realized, I really wasn't ready when I went away to Washington University. I cried last night because I won't see my dad until September, but I think that maybe I was just so stressed out from this week. In every other respect, I'm so excited: my apartment looks nice (at least from the outside), I have intensive classes starting in a subject I'm actually interested in, and I get to see my cousins so much more!
So many people I know are doing amazing things right now too, so I can always bring myself down to Earth when I feel overwhelmed.
Anyway, I wanted to describe my parents' new house, because it's such an ironic move. Their first house (with me) was a gross, roach-infested, married-student apartment in Ann Arbor. Now 22 years later, when their youngest child is going away to college, they live in a five story townhouse on mainstreet! It's the most incredible location for a house in Ann Arbor and it's beautiful. Their are 7 flights of stairs (not floors, though) and they're actually hiring an interior decorator. I'm so happy for them and I hope that they have fun when John leaves, since it will be only the 10th month they'll have spent married without kids:)

Friday, June 04, 2004

I'm starting to think that no one reads my blog (or at least no one comments!). Last night I went to see Harry Potter at 12:01 am with my brother. It was so good! I think I liked it even better than the first two because it was more eerie. Alfonso Cuarón is much better at foreshadowing and flow than the first director...but I guess it's silly to analyze Harry Potter too much. I think I might reread all the books this summer.

Thursday, June 03, 2004

Have you ever noticed that some of the most beautiful or wonderful things in the world are slightly imperfect...this is my "French" theory. I don't know if it really makes sense, but I think that French people understand that perfection is too sacchine and suffocates your imagination; when things are slightly bitter, frayed, dissonant, or bittersweet, it makes you create perfection for yourself. I think that Americans have a proclivity towards overconsumption because we're always satisfied with products, and then the desire for perfection must be constantly rekindled with new purchases. It's almost an addiction. If some people could accept imperfection, maybe repressing the need to buy would be the next step. I love the French (no freedom fries for me, please!)

Anyway, these are some imperfect things that I love:
1. Arizona Green Tea...it's kind of bland and tastes like watered-down honey, but I can imagine it being sweeter while I drink it.
2. "You Can Count on Me." OMG :) I love this movie because it portrays a character who's flawed and can't be changed, but his family accepts that and loves him anyway. And because I have a little brother, the last scene makes me cry, because I'm scared of that too, but it's a natural change that everyone has to endure.
3. My great grandma's ring...it was a graduation present. It's not beautiful, or what I would ask for in a ring, but it represents her immigration from Poland during World War I and her struggle in American society. And embraces something kind of chintzy-looking and making it a fashion statement is what French fashion is all about! So I put it on my gold cross necklace, so that I have my faith and my family heritage hanging near my heart.
4. Paintings by Paul Klee. He is my favorite artist because so many of his works show childlike innocense and distortion. Even though he can draw very well, he chooses to use the style to make you think and I love it! Especially "The Ventriloquist," the painting in my profile.

Have you embraced imperfection? Share a story!
-nicole