What would you do?

I am at work and I just had a feeling like I got punched in the stomach. Looking at projected election outcomes it hit me, what would I do if Obama lost? In 2000 and 2004 I had high hopes of moving to Canada. This year I have nothing. I literally cannot imagine how I would react.

FYI

Don't wear a hat when there are 60MPH winds outside. It's just not a good idea.

If you want to make me cry show me a story about someone who died or lost everything because they got sick and didn't have health insurance. It makes me feel the perfect combination of sad, angry, and helpless. This can lead to awkwardness, like yesterday when I was at the gym on the treadmill and Sunday Morning did a story. Also when I saw Sicko and everyone in the theater responded with the appropriate amount of laughter/frustration, while I was sobbing the whole time.

It's never easy to bring up a difficult subject. No matter how many times you practice a conversation in your head, or if you try to convince yourself not to talk about it, it will eventually get said. I usually end up blurting things out at inappropriate times, then having to pick up the pieces later.

Don't eat uncooked food at restaurants, you will get food poisoning. It is not cool.

Get Smart

My campus has a new building that is very technology oriented. Lights are motion censored, smart boards are used, very 21st century. I have had a class in there all semester after spending most of my college career in a building full of chalkboards. This is a big change.

Last night I started a new class in another building that I haven't really been in before. I got there early to work on the computer, but the room was dark. Seeing that the room was full of computers, and did in fact have a smart board, I figured they must be motion lights. I started walking around hoping the lights would pop on, but they did not. Sighing I set down my tea and bag and jumped around where I thought the sensor might be. Nothing. Then I actually said aloud, "stupid smart room." I went to another building only to discover the computers were down. Maybe that's why the lights didn't come on, I thought, maybe it's all connected. I went back to my building and stood around in the hallway, as opposed to sitting alone in an empty dark room. Another student entered the room and I watched eagerly to see how he would react. He reached over and flicked on the light switch.

Testify!

I am sick of Honey Crisp apples. They are gross but everyone falls over them like manna from heaven. Today I went to the store for some much loved Fuji's and there were none. Why? Because there was a complete aisle of Honey Crisps. I hate them.

I am giving money to Iowa Public Radio tomorrow. I must. I cannot take the guilt any longer. Okay okay, it's free! it's awesome! you need money to turn on the lights! I'll give what I can, and you guys should as well.

Race for the Cure is Saturday. If your running, awesome! If you can't that's okay too, just try to do something for Breast Cancer Awareness month. Cancer sucks.

Full Circle

I do not watch television news. I listen to NPR every morning, and check internet news sites throughout the day. If you know me, then you are aware I hate hearing about weather and rely solely on the weather beacon for updates. One of the reasons I hate local news is that everything has to relate back to Iowa. Every flimsy Iowa link to world events is touted and discussed ad nauseam. It's ridiculous.

That being said, I am now going to tout my flimsy link to the Philadelphia Phillies. Hooray for hypocrisy! Not being able to root for the Yankees, the Cubs, or the Dodgers left me in a bind. I love baseball, and I desperately want to care about who wins the series. Right now my biggest concern is Boston not being in it, but hopefully that won't be a problem for long. Now, why am I rooting for the Phillies? They are the reason I love baseball.

In 1993 I was 11. I don't remember paying much attention to baseball, or particularly caring about it at all. For some reason my family got swept up in that series. Probably my dad was watching it and we all just got hooked. A bitter rivalry formed. My sister, dad, and I were for the Phillies. We laughed and cheered, and Dykstra was our hero. My mom and brother were for Toronto. We mocked them. When the Phillies lost my sister cried and my brother got a Toronto hat he would wear for the next ten years. I learned how much you can care about something you didn't even know existed the week before.

Simple equation

Tons of schoolwork + hatred of my job = an inability to be witty/creative in blog land.

I live for this

Baseball.

I am a stranger in an unholy land. This is my first playoff season without my beloved Yankees. I won't skip school to watch the game, sit in bars on weeknights drinking pitchers with my dad, or have that feeling of nervous excitement at every pitch, every out. Is it October? How can it be. And where is Jeter? My Mr. October, Mr. November.

I am still paying attention, of course. My second favorite team, those lovable Cubs just might make it this year. And I'm rooting for them, even though it would be nice to see Torre's Dodgers win it all. A kind of fuck you Steinbrenner.

I hope the Cubs win it all, but I'll settle for anyone as long as it isn't Boston. Fucking Red Sox.