Top 10 Reasons To Give Blood
1. You will get free juice and cookies. mmmmm...nutterbutters....
2. You will weigh less - one pint less when you leave than when you came in.
3. It's easy and convenient - it only takes about an hour and you can make the donation at a donor center, or at one of the many Red Cross mobile blood drives.
4. It's something you can spare - most people have blood to spare... yet, there is still not enough to go around. even broke grad students can spare it!
5. Nobody can ask you to do any heavy lifting as long as you have the bandage on. You can wear it for as long as you like. It's your badge of honor. in other words, milk it!
6. You will walk a little taller afterwards - you will feel good about yourself. not to mention people will think you're a good person.
7. You will be helping to ensure that blood is there when you or someone close to you may need it. Most people don't think they'll ever need blood, but many do.
8. It's something you can do on equal footing with the rich and famous - blood is something money can't buy. Only something one person can give to another. take that rich and famous!
9. You will be someone's hero - you may give a newborn, a child, a mother or a father, a brother, or a sister another chance at life. In fact, you may help save up to three lives with just one donation. i'm a type-o hero! my donor card says so!
10. It's the right thing to do. that's right, all you no-blood-giving heathens.
okay, you're not really heathens. well, you might be, but not for witholding your blood. do try to give blood soon if you can, though, since there is a shortage due to all the cold weather up north. apparently northerners give a lot of blood, and southerners need a lot of it.
and so you can be as good a person as me. and as important as bill gates. take that rich and famous!
(sorry, i've been really enjoying #8...)
27 February 2006
22 February 2006
this just in
A new psychological study has recently shown that spending extended hours in a 4ft x 4ft room that is entirely undecorated except for sixty books bound in solid red, blue or green covers may have detrimental effects on a person's ability to sense such things as heat, cold, hunger, thirst, and wetness.
In one such case, the subject, having been permitted to leave the room after 6.2 hours, walked unsheltered into pouring rain at 57° Farenheit with no detectable signs of displeasure. Some researchers believed they even saw a smile on the subject's face as she headed slowly to an unknown destination.
Studies later showed that the 24 year old white female walked directly to a computer laboratory and began composing a message on a weblog, as known as a blog.
In one such case, the subject, having been permitted to leave the room after 6.2 hours, walked unsheltered into pouring rain at 57° Farenheit with no detectable signs of displeasure. Some researchers believed they even saw a smile on the subject's face as she headed slowly to an unknown destination.
Studies later showed that the 24 year old white female walked directly to a computer laboratory and began composing a message on a weblog, as known as a blog.
17 February 2006
on concreteness.... concretivity.... concretion.... hmmmm.
i've only recently discovered the immediate-gratificationariness...of concrete production, regardless of quality or quantity.
it started with learning to knit back in november (thanks anita!!!). of course, my scarf was hideous at first, and instead of getting better, it has only gotten more hilarious. but the act of producing something that i could feel & hold in my hands & say "I MADE THIS!" was eerily satisfying and even calming during a semester of high stress (when i shouldn't have been doing ANYthing but sleeping, eating and writing).
now i am trying to convince myself that these things i am studying and writing for my thesis, these "ideas" or "postulations" if you will, are in fact concrete. well, they will be once i print them out & hold in my hand a hard copy & say "I MADE THIS!".
at least that's what i'm telling myself. and if it doesn't do the therapeutic trick, then i'll have to go knit something.
but, for now, i can boldly proclaim to the world that i have, indeed, started the concretiary productionation of my thesis! all 462 words of it!!!
and they're rock solid, baby.
[the Rock explaining what I will deliver to the Big Bad Thesis Boogeyman on April 1st, 2006]
it started with learning to knit back in november (thanks anita!!!). of course, my scarf was hideous at first, and instead of getting better, it has only gotten more hilarious. but the act of producing something that i could feel & hold in my hands & say "I MADE THIS!" was eerily satisfying and even calming during a semester of high stress (when i shouldn't have been doing ANYthing but sleeping, eating and writing).
now i am trying to convince myself that these things i am studying and writing for my thesis, these "ideas" or "postulations" if you will, are in fact concrete. well, they will be once i print them out & hold in my hand a hard copy & say "I MADE THIS!".
at least that's what i'm telling myself. and if it doesn't do the therapeutic trick, then i'll have to go knit something.
but, for now, i can boldly proclaim to the world that i have, indeed, started the concretiary productionation of my thesis! all 462 words of it!!!
and they're rock solid, baby.
[the Rock explaining what I will deliver to the Big Bad Thesis Boogeyman on April 1st, 2006]
12 February 2006
too hot to handle
at a ripe young fifteen years, i, pressured by the weight of family tradition, began what i still consider my fall-back career if i ever get too cynical about ivory tower academia: waiting tables.
the danger of such a pursuit at such a young, naïve age? actually expecting other servers to be as sincerely *nice* as i myself once strived to be.
don't misunderstand me-i had my very bad days as a server. but when is it ever logical to be rude to your customers? it is much more satisfying to be overly nice to them and walk away with more of their money.
i write this after a double-dose of athens apathy in the realm of customer service. apparently if you wear clothes that are more than 30 years old and listen to The Clash, that entitles you to be obnoxious to all the normal lowlifes that eat at your restaurant with the sole intention of making you work unreasonably hard. you know who they are, those jerks that expect refills, ask how the vegannaise tastes and generally want you to be *nice* to them. ugh.
then these same high maintenance egotists have the nerve to go to a coffee shop and request their latte "extra hot." as if you should know what that means. you're only a barista, for crying out loud. what are you supposed to do? use a thermometer like they do at those *suburban* coffee shops?
please. this is athens. if you don't like our nonchalant ineptitude, then go to starbuck's, you yuppy middle-class student.
(next time i will, thanks.)
the danger of such a pursuit at such a young, naïve age? actually expecting other servers to be as sincerely *nice* as i myself once strived to be.
don't misunderstand me-i had my very bad days as a server. but when is it ever logical to be rude to your customers? it is much more satisfying to be overly nice to them and walk away with more of their money.
i write this after a double-dose of athens apathy in the realm of customer service. apparently if you wear clothes that are more than 30 years old and listen to The Clash, that entitles you to be obnoxious to all the normal lowlifes that eat at your restaurant with the sole intention of making you work unreasonably hard. you know who they are, those jerks that expect refills, ask how the vegannaise tastes and generally want you to be *nice* to them. ugh.
then these same high maintenance egotists have the nerve to go to a coffee shop and request their latte "extra hot." as if you should know what that means. you're only a barista, for crying out loud. what are you supposed to do? use a thermometer like they do at those *suburban* coffee shops?
please. this is athens. if you don't like our nonchalant ineptitude, then go to starbuck's, you yuppy middle-class student.
(next time i will, thanks.)
08 February 2006
Tripoly
i have finished the task i assigned myself this morning 36 minutes ahead of schedule. which means i can finally justify writing the post that has been steeping in my brain since last saturday. trust me, it's never good for something to be in there that long, lest it undergo gross distortions...
saturday. that was the day i worked (and chatted intermittently) for eleven hours at panera, during which time my darling husband cleaned our apartment.*
it was obviously quite thoughtful and selfless of him to do this, but what really struck me was how thoroughly he cleaned the place. we're talking dishes washed, carpets vacuumed, mirrors polished, bath tub and shower curtain scrubbed. and all clean enough to impress a wife with somewhat ridiculous standards of clean.**
so as i relaxed that evening, i thought of recent conversations about serving with our whole heart, as unto the Lord. no wonder it's pleasing to God when we put our full effort into something. i liked coming home to a clean house, but what was really touching was how hard darren worked to clean it.*** even though nothing we can do will ever fulfill what God deserves from us, even our imperfect attempts reflect a desire to please Him. i think it's that desire, not the work itself, that pleases Him most.
sunday. our pastor preached on giving, i.e. not holding back time, money, energy in our service to God, to the church and to others. i.e. serving with your whole heart and with all your trust in Him. it is rather easy to justify withholding these things, since they are in high demand in our day-to-day lives. but if we trust God and are willing to let these things go, He replenishes us and enables us to do more.
wednesday. in a mostly unrelated event, this morning i unconsciously applied to my wrists the same perfume i've been wearing for, oh, 8 years or so.**** folks seem to like it, but i can't really smell it anymore. for some reason, while i was studying in the library, i suddenly caught a whiff of it. it reminded of the two aforementioned events, each in their own way a sweet fragrance on a hectic day.
and it reminded me to thank God for all the ways He blesses us without holding back.
*the main reason i was at panera was that i find it very difficult to work at home when the apartment is so dirty. this is because, as some of you know and others may be shocked to learn, i suffer from a lethal combination of mild type-A tendencies and severe procrastination tendencies. in other words, i do my best, most obsessive cleaning when i should be focused on other, more time-sensitive tasks.
**when she actually does clean something
***and i don't exactly deserve that kind of service the way God does.
****Tuscany, that is. i remember loving it when i was 16, and my friend Katie wore it everyday.
saturday. that was the day i worked (and chatted intermittently) for eleven hours at panera, during which time my darling husband cleaned our apartment.*
it was obviously quite thoughtful and selfless of him to do this, but what really struck me was how thoroughly he cleaned the place. we're talking dishes washed, carpets vacuumed, mirrors polished, bath tub and shower curtain scrubbed. and all clean enough to impress a wife with somewhat ridiculous standards of clean.**
so as i relaxed that evening, i thought of recent conversations about serving with our whole heart, as unto the Lord. no wonder it's pleasing to God when we put our full effort into something. i liked coming home to a clean house, but what was really touching was how hard darren worked to clean it.*** even though nothing we can do will ever fulfill what God deserves from us, even our imperfect attempts reflect a desire to please Him. i think it's that desire, not the work itself, that pleases Him most.
sunday. our pastor preached on giving, i.e. not holding back time, money, energy in our service to God, to the church and to others. i.e. serving with your whole heart and with all your trust in Him. it is rather easy to justify withholding these things, since they are in high demand in our day-to-day lives. but if we trust God and are willing to let these things go, He replenishes us and enables us to do more.
wednesday. in a mostly unrelated event, this morning i unconsciously applied to my wrists the same perfume i've been wearing for, oh, 8 years or so.**** folks seem to like it, but i can't really smell it anymore. for some reason, while i was studying in the library, i suddenly caught a whiff of it. it reminded of the two aforementioned events, each in their own way a sweet fragrance on a hectic day.
and it reminded me to thank God for all the ways He blesses us without holding back.
*the main reason i was at panera was that i find it very difficult to work at home when the apartment is so dirty. this is because, as some of you know and others may be shocked to learn, i suffer from a lethal combination of mild type-A tendencies and severe procrastination tendencies. in other words, i do my best, most obsessive cleaning when i should be focused on other, more time-sensitive tasks.
**when she actually does clean something
***and i don't exactly deserve that kind of service the way God does.
****Tuscany, that is. i remember loving it when i was 16, and my friend Katie wore it everyday.
06 February 2006
if you can't beat 'em
steal from 'em!
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Jennifer!
- Jennifer can be very poisonous if injected intravenously.
- According to the story, Pinocchio was made of Jennifer.
- South Australia was the first place to allow Jennifer to stand for parliament.
- Only 55 percent of Americans know that the sun is made of Jennifer.
- Jenniferocracy is government by Jennifer.
- In Vermont, the ratio of cows to Jennifer is 10:1!
- If a snake is born with two heads, the heads will fight over who gets Jennifer.
- All gondolas in Venice must be painted black unless they belong to Jennifer!
- If you lie on your back with your legs stretched it is impossible to sink in Jennifer.
- Olive oil was used for washing Jennifer in the ancient Mediterranean world.
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