Friday, June 29, 2007

The joy of tags . . .

So I've recently discovered, and I don't know how much I'll use it because I am not a music person in so many words, but it's kind of fun. And you all know how much I like tags . . . well, one of's awesome features is music tagging. And I haven't tagged any of my music yet (still trying to feed it my preferred mix of almost anything recommended to me and world dance that doesn't remind me of bad 1970s music). But I was browsing tags, and ran across the crap tag. I need to go to bed, but well. Just check it out . . .

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

I had something but then I lost it

No, really and truly. I also have some drafted posts formulated, but I have no idea when I'm going to finish them. Um. Literally all I have to do on one of them is copy/paste my filing with the freaking FCC . . . Anyhow, this guy rocks. I saw him speak and he was pretty much amazing. I mean, all right, I may be oversaturated with global warming knowledge, but I still read about it, and listen when people are talking about it, because there's always new things to learn and new perspectives to consider, and also because it's really fun to intellectually critique things if they happen to suck. Which he totally didn't. It's just, I'm the sort of person who will read a newspaper article solely to see if they know what they're talking about. And when I went to see An Inconvenient Truth with my best friend and Al Gore talked about disease vectors, we were like, yes! Disease vectors! *gigglegiggle in a manner vaguely reminiscent of 13-year-olds talking about Orlando Bloom (or at least me at 13 talking about Orlando Bloom)* And then some old ladies glared at us, and it wasn't really our fault that we were the only disruptive people in the theater, I swear everyone else was over the age of like 40. And most of them had gray hair. True Fact: The two of us have not watched a movie together in the theater since. However I've only watched like 3 movies in the theater since. So. But I am rambling and I make no sense.

I want to do something interesting when I grow up. Like travel the world over land, or save the planet, or whatever. But my ambitions, while they have gotten more specific as I've gotten older, have also gotten much more changeable. Like, "I just saw a guy talk about global warming so I want to save the planet," and then two minutes later, "I was reading Language Log and I realized that I do want to be a linguist, I do I do I do! Also I am basing my college search on if any professors in their linguistics departments contribute!" and then "I was thinking about Steve Pinker, and maybe if I'm going to make my future 'attend college and become a professor' I could do CogSci" and then I'll read something about Palestine and I'll go, "Holy shit, I must devote my life to human rights!" and so on and so forth ad infinitum. I don't like growing up. Well, I don't like all the bits of it. I kind of want to stay in school forever and never have to make any decisions. I can't even deal with summer. How the hell am I supposed to deal with having to plan my whole life forever?

I don't know why I'm writing in this blog. I don't think anyone reads it. In fact, I have no idea how to get anyone to read it. HEY PEOPLE: IF YOU READ THIS, COMMENT AND SAY SO. It will make me feel loved . . . I like feeling loved.