Read Banned Books

"It's such a vicious and dangerous thing to begin," she wrote. "Besides, banning books is so utterly hopeless and futile. Ideas don't die because a book is forbidden reading."
-librarian Gretchen Knief

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=95190615

Oh yeah, I'm a dork

This weekend I was at my parents looking through old pictures. I need a picture for work and it's supposed to be from high school, but younger staff can use one from age ten on to make it harder to guess. Going through the box of photos I noticed that from the age of five to around sixteen there were no pictures of me. None. I was giving my parents a hard time because there seemed to be tons of my siblings, what's the deal? (This might be a good time to mention that I have a textbook case of middle child syndrome). They looked at me like I was crazy and my dad said, "You never wanted to be in them, you were so shy." I kinda yeah whatevered them and forgot about it.

This morning, I'm brushing my teeth listening to the radio and all of a sudden I was like; oh my god as a child I got grounded twice. From reading. I am a huge dork. How could I forget my shy nerdish roots? Maybe it's the fact that somewhere along the way reading, documentaries, NPR, and PBS became cool. At least to me. Or maybe I found the right balance of extrovert to mix in with my true loner self. Or it could just be that I grew up, and stopped giving a shit about what other people think.

Che cazzo?

In class last Thursday we were talking about how women influence media and culture, and how culture influences women. After talking about plastic surgery and celebrities we started talking about make-up. After a student brought up that make-up is now marketed to girls as young as six or seven this is what my (female) professor said:

"When I was growing up in the Bronx the only girls that wore make-up before they were in their late teens were the Italians. (Pause) And they were fast. (Longer Pause) Sorry Libby."

What am I supposed to say to that?

New York, New York

I'll miss you.

Ha.

I post so rarely it's starting to look like I no longer exist. Sorry, but due to school and some health issues I haven't really had the time or humor to post lately. Hopefully things will calm down soon. Hope you miss me.

Pour some sugar on me

Last Saturday might have been the most wholesome day I have had in awhile. As this is obviously rare, I thought I should document it.

The day began walking to the farmers market at 7:00 in the morning with my friend. There we consumed the most delicious food ever created: Pupusas.

Thanks El Salvador!

While at the market we discovered that it was the last day of the year to pick blueberries, and they closed at noon! We walked home and after a brief garage sale detour we were on our way.
Photographic evidence:



MMMM...blueberries.

After cleaning up we headed to the East Village for disappointing art and delicious Vegetarian Dolmathes.

Finally my friend spotted this sign and we could not stop laughing.



Finally this town is getting chocolate milk! What took so long?

Hello Random

Everyone who can should go vote today, I know you don't think it's a big deal, but it is! Just do or else the terrorists win.

I've busted out my grandma sweater. If you see me between now and March sorry, but I am cold.

I didn't get my homework done.

Reading anti-abortion billboards out loud is hilarious, due to the fact they are prone to exclamation points. Try it. What!! Embryos are tiny babies!!

My friend is marrying someone I loathe. What could be more depressing?

Off the market?

I previously posted about wearing an engagement ring to work as a deterrent to being hit on by creepy guys. I considered it, but then decided against it.

Last weekend my grandfather gave me a very pretty engagement ring that was his grandmothers. I have been wearing it on my right ring finger. The last two days I've had moments where I feel like a guy has looked at me and seen the ring. Does an engagement ring on your right hand have meaning? Should I not be wearing it? Guy's what would you think if you saw this?

$%^#!

I watched the RNC last night. I must be suicidal because seeing it almost made me have a stroke/heart attack, yet I watched anyway. I hate Sarah Palin. I hate Rudy Giuliani. Watching Palin speak caused me to scream at the TV, forgetting I live in an apartment. I yell hilarious things too, such as, "you bitch, that is factually inaccurate!"

I also took some photos to give you a chance to see that I am not exaggerating about my TV:





And to show Ms. Palin how I really feel:

Boring

I have a lot going on right now but none of it is very interesting.
Here's my average weekly schedule:

Monday: work 8:15-5:15
Tuesday: work 8:15-5:15, school: 5:45-10:25
Wednesday: work 9:00-1:30, school 2:00-2:50, work 3:45-8:15
Thursday: work 8:15-5:15, school: 5:45-10:25
Friday or Saturday: work

During the week I'm pretty much school/work focused, which sucks. Today I managed to wake up at 5:30 so I could go to the gym for 20 minutes. Woo Hoo!