Non- sequitur (or Summer, where'd you go?)

It's almost six am on Thursday morning, I've been awake since four-ish, and there is something outside my window that sounds like a balloon dying a slow, painful, squeaky death. If I were in a city, no one would notice as every other sound would mellow out into the equally obnoxious yet subtly pleasant white hubbub of urban existence. When you live in a rural central valley, you can hear an owl sneeze from a mile away (do owls sneeze? In fact, do birds sneeze at all? A better example: That tree that fell and no one was near it to see would definitely still make noise because you'd hear it from across the valley).

Here's the thing about falling off the face of the planet: you'd probably die. So I'd say this blog and I fell about part way, approximately a teaspoon out of a tablespoon's worth of mass-induced gravitational pull. I hate comma splices. I really hate stuffing and lox and mole. I think that makes me a bad Mexican-American Jew. Alex thinks I'm crazy because I picked around the chocolate chunks in my coconut chocolate chip ice cream. He had chocolate ice cream smeared on his face like a failed Scottish rebellion (slightly redundant statement, yes?)/ American football/ wail-on-Custer kind of Indian warrior. So whom are you going to believe?

Yes, okay, I may be freaking out a little, but that's understandable, right? At this time on Saturday morning, almost exactly 48 hours from now, I will be getting in to a Uhaul truck with Patton (oh, right, P.S. (And by P.S. I mean "We interrupt this program to bring you... the middle of the program.) I got a cat, who's still only a kitten at the age of a valedictorian's GPA in months old, and I named him Aurelius Patton Boabdil. I call him Patton or APB. Everyone else calls him the general. He's nuts, but he's fucking adorable) and moving my life further yet towards the north pole as I take up residence at a boarding school in Maine. People keep telling me it's still southern Maine, that the county is still a couple hours drive north, and really, it isn't that far up. Um, excuse me, but your average yearly temperature is approximately one degree colder than Moscow, Russia; I grew up in a border town in Arizona. This is the fucking northeastern tundra! Did I mention that I start Sunday at noon? And that I leave Saturday? And that I have approximately negative 2/3 of a cup of life packed into my brown sugar?

Thinking of my life in relation to the measurements of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies really puts things in perspective.

And that concludes the middle of the program.

Pretend Soup: Life After College Post #1

I have finally figured out what I want to do with this blog now that I am no longer a student in school. I continue to have many (mis)adventures throughout my everyday life, no matter where I am and what I am doing, so that part of the title stays. However, the initial description comes from the title of one of my favorite books. It's a children's cook book, and it's been around for a very long time. I have found that I prefer children's cookbooks to adults ones as they are much more informative, not to mention colorful, about the history and origins of the food or how to prepare it. Overall, they're much more fun.

Moreover, coming into the "real world" and becoming an "adult" seems more like pretending to know what I'm doing rather than actually knowing, certainly a concept I am familiar with in my life. And as the title suggests, these adventures are related through the view of a recent graduate into the non-academic world. Having been focused on and geared toward learning in a formal setting for approximately 19 of my 22 years, it seems rather appropriate.

So here we go. The first post of the rest of my (oft disastrous, questionable, and down right terrifying) life. But it's hard to be scared or apprehensive when the sun is shining, the air is warm, and I have the whole world at my finger tips. Watch out, here I come!

Change Never Changes

So I am now a certified college graduate. Who ever thought that was a good idea?

Today shall be spent productively: deciding on a new name for this blog because really, what else do I have going on? Nothing! HURRAH!

Final Push to Ignore Everything

I am really, really talented when it comes to putting things off and ignoring my responsibilities. The details are less important than the fact that I have finished one class and now have 3 to go. I'll take the exam of death tomorrow morning (or this morning, depending on what timezone you're counting from) then just 2 left. I really like chemistry, but it does not like me back.

In other news, I final took pictures of things around me, aka the library and the people who live there plus my room. I figured it would be nice to share a little of what I see all day, everyday.

Here is my library carrel:


And here is my room. In the words of Bonnie: Classic


I'm sort of going to miss these places. But then again, I am so ready for it to be over! Here's to tomorrow!

Procrastinating vs Graduating

Gmail has gone out of commission for the third time in so many days, and although this would supposedly be an encouragement for me to do my work instead of constantly refreshing my email, it has instead driven me to blog about the fact that my email is not working. Damn you, internets!

I'm sitting at my carrel here in Sawyer library, eating Kix cereal from a to-go cup that I filled up before leaving the dining hall, which I rarely go to so I don't feel at all bad about it. They really are delicious, but the real question is would they be better in than rice crispies in a rice crispy treat, which would, therefore, be called a kix treat?

I also spilled coffee all over my syllabus and throw a stress-ball at all the people who walk by. The amazing thing is that they continue to toss it back at me. Will they never learn?

And I'm expected to (re)enforced good study habits next year as part of my job? Whose bright idea was that?

Aaand, we're back

I suppose six months since I last posted anything on this blog is a bit long. In fact, it will soon have to change names once more because I will no longer be at Williams. I will have wandered away, into the forest, taken a turn north, and found myself in Maine. As of August, I shall be moving here. It has over 60 light houses, the state animal/ mammal is a moose (Hello Moose! FYI he's alive and well in Granada), the state motto is Dirigo (I direct' lead, which is appropriate for me), and I can get a dog!

Oh, and I'll freeze my ass off!

Light of Day Whating Hour?

Daylight savings time is an odd occurrence. I do not think I will ever become accustomed to its passing. This weekend was Halloween and Homecoming, the last of my time in college, so the extra hour this morning was more than welcome. Unfortunately, I forgot to go trick or treating two days ago, and it was perhaps the last opportunity for me to do so with any sense of legitimacy because once I leave college, it's just creepy. On the bright side, I dressed up as a New Englander for the holiday. A few people got it, most had to have it pointed out, and I felt awkwardly comfortable in the outfit for the unfamiliarity of such casual wear. Now it's All Saint's Day, the beginning of the end of the year, which is obscenely near, and I will be spending at least part of it in Israel. But before then I'll be heading down to North Carolina for Thanksgiving to visit Catherine, una tía de España que hecho de menos muchísimo. The holidays have descended.

Special of the Day: Me as a New Englander.

In Memory of Lauren L. Cohen

October 26, 2007

A week I will always remember. Without exaggeration I can say that this week changed the course of my life. With love, now and always.

Leaf Peeping

It's the Peeping Tom of naturalists. Early last I week I became one and went around campus and Williamstown photographing the changing of the leaves. It truly is quite beautiful. If you want to see all the photos I took (there are quite a few), go here.

The air has bit of a bite in the bright mornings, a harsher gnaw during my nightly wanderings, and fall is not only here in full effect, we are on the eve of winter. It's been two years since I've been in a snow storm. I'm looking forward to it.

Special of the Day: Select Images of Fall.

Graffiti in Williamstown?

Indeed there is. Much stenciled graffiti showed up on the walls of Granada's streets, but this is the first I've ever seen at Williams. As it is Yom Kippur, the most sacred and holy day in Judaism, I thought it somehow appropriate to post this today. Hurrah for being absolved!

Special of the Day: Utopia

(Utopia is only what we have not yet done. Perfection is your illusion, and why would we want it anyway?)