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[28 Oct 2007|12:31am]
I took biochemistry my third year in college. I had already decided to be a biochemistry major (hey! you don't have to decide between biology and chemistry!) but this was the first biochemistry class I was taken. I really enjoyed it, and was doing pretty well in homework and labs and exams. But when I was studying for the final, first floor in Crerar by the windows, it all really made sense. I retained everything I read, and I finally understood all the parts of some sort of metabolic cycle (okay, so I've forgetten most of it now. but i knew it when it mattered). And I really chalk most of that understanding up to reading "For the Love of Enzymes" during the beginning of finals week, when I really should have been studying. But the book, by Arthur Kornberg, is a very sweet look into his early life and how biochemistry used to be done, like using a blender to extract an enzyme from thousands of livers. And he also would offhandedly mention his discovery or a friend's discovery of very basic things that were in my textbook. It was terribly inspiring, and I always meant to buy a copy for myself, and I keep on thinking of people who might want to read it too. Which is to say, I'm surprisingly sad that he's died, and I hope he'll be remembered well.
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[03 Sep 2007|11:11pm]
I was being good this weekend and got out of the house. I think this was to induce my brain to actually study while I was not doing other things. So, the non-stressed-out part of my weekend was to wander around Red Hook, which is sort of charming for 4 blocks, but absolutely terrible outside of them. I decided I need to buy a cottage at Warren Place. Also, return to eat at Alma and Schnack and various small bars. Nick and I also went to Giants Stadium for a soccer game (New York Red Bulls vs. Chicago Fire) which would have been more exciting had the Chicago Fire had possession at any point, but it was a fine experience nonetheless. (New Jersey! Bilingual announcements!)
I went to the Frick Sunday morning. In the future, I would not go on the pay-as-you-wish Sunday mornings, because it's fairly cheap (New York art museum wise) and it was surprisingly crowded, especially as it's a very small museum. I was able to go through it in about an hour easily. They strongly encourage the free audio tour, as almost all the painting only have a metal plaque stating artist and title, and the paper listing of the art is a suggested $1 cost. However, I can't really stand audio tours, and it's probably good for me to spend more time looking at a painting than reading the description. It's a very manageable, thought-out collection, which I realize I enjoy in a museum, rather than something sprawling like the Met. This means however, since I know nothing about art, and did not note any dates, and have no paper reference, the below descriptions are going to be pretty unreadable.
My knowledge of the Frick comes from it being mentioned in Girl, Interrupted and a Frank O'Hara poem. It's very pleasing to me that both works of art mentioned are still there, possibly in the same location. The former is Vermeer's Girl Interrupted at Her Music, and the latter mentions Rembrandt's Polish Rider. (search for them here: Collection at the Frick) I sort of thought that Girl with a Pearl Earring was there too, but no. However, this Ingres is.
There is also a quartet of Whistler's, which, uh, are somewhat more modern than most of everything else in the Frick? I have no idea. They are very striking and completely different than the rest of the portraits. JMW Turner has a smattering of paintings, which were a nice representation. (I saw a large exhibit on him at the Yale British Art Gallery. My theory is once you have some familiarity with something (paintings, or a song) and see it again, you like it a lot more the second time, as what people like is semi-predictability.)
However. There was quite a lot I didn't like, which I postulate is some sort of French Rococo dislike? The Frangonard panels and the Boucher Room and all of the Boucher paintings I couldn't stand. The latter were very cartoonish, and all were sickly maudlin with about 500 times the amount of roses necessary. Or maybe I'm a heathen.
I went to Brighton Beach on Monday, in order to try and escape the neighborhood during the gigantic parade. It turns out...my Russian is not so hot. I did manage to buy some amazing piroshki, which were nothing like I've had before. (I'm talking about the big bread sort of piroshki, not pelmeni or pierogi things) They were apparently made with oil, possibly dipped in oil, then fried in oil. Or something. They were great. I went into a lot of food stores, none of which had the sort of piroshki I was looking for, and were either unlabelled, or labelled in English but everyone was speaking Russian, and had long lines. I ended up going to a stand on the sidewalk outside a cafe/bakery, which had what was inside written in Russian, so through a combination of mumbling Russian and mostly pointing, I made it through the transaction in Russian, and even getting what I wanted- meat piroshki, potato piroshki, and a cheese pastry. (It also helps that "Tri dolar" sounds similar to "Three dollars.") This should perhaps go on the other blog. Pictures will hopefully be there.
In the stressful part of the weekend, I studied IR spectroscopy and circuits and blah.
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[26 Aug 2007|10:40pm]
went home to seattle, then vermont, then back to new york. so, in the past two and half weeks, i've:
read the white castle by orhan pamuk. i just finished snow, which i really liked, but was not so enthralled by the white castle. i hope i'm not through my magical realism stage, as i'd like to reread some murakami and rushdie sometime soonish.
the pre-teen in me read the harsh cry of the heron, which is the 4th in a series by lian hearn. i read the other 3...two years ago. shut up.
the, like, seven year old in me decided to reread carry on, mr. bowditch when i was at home. this used to be one of the few books that i had to read straight through, no matter what time of night it was. it holds up pretty well, and probably explains much of the science streak in me.
i saw stardust, which was a pleasant enough movie. i read the novella some years ago and thought it was the weakest of neil gaiman's works. the movie improves upon what i remember of it, but y'all should just go read the sandman series or neverwhere instead.
i tried to watch equilibrium. it was really terrible, and i couldn't finish it.
i feel like this is also the appropriate time to talk about the other blog (cheating!) that i've been posting to. sadly for you, it's very boring, and sadly for me, it makes me sound disguisting most of the time. but if you scroll around and click enough of the archives, there are pictures and recipes. like this. although some make me sound insane, like i grow my own wheat in the backyard. (seriously, who makes their own english muffins? people who should have gotten a second job last summer, that's who.)
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My, spring break was a long time ago [09 Jul 2007|11:51pm]
Meanwhile, in more personal news:
I saw Faust at Prospect Park. I would have enjoyed it more had they figured out a way to have sub-/supra-titles.
I went to DC, went to the Market Inn, Matchbox, the Hirschhorn, National Gallery of Art (which has Tony Smith's "Die," a favorite piece of art since I saw a picture of it first year in college, and these Rothkos.) and the Air and Space museum, but not the one I'd really like to go to, the National Archives (which has awesome preservation technology) and brunch at the Corcoran gallery.
I went to Cape Cod, for a wedding of a high school friend, with a third friend flying in from Seattle to visit me and go to the wedding. This included a beautiful wedding (with fireworks!) and sitting on Nauset beach, willing the weather to get warmer, eating fried fish with onion rings there, eating giant pancakes at Nonnie's Country Kitchen in Orleans, and clam chowder at the Squire in Chatham, and realizing I will never ever be rich enough to own a house on Cape Cod. Also, turning down certain death by taking a taxi instead of trying to walk through a traffic rotary.
I also had my birthday somewhere in there. Tapas for dinner that day, with a later celebration at my favorite New York bar. I saw "28 Weeks Later" earlier in the day, which was excellent and a very well done sequel, despite the fact I had to avert my eyes during parts.
Meanwhile, I'm nearing the end of a long Six Feet Under marathon, saw the Serra exhibit at the MOMA, doing crosswords instead of teaching young minds about chemistry and dying of heat exhaustion.
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you can probably just stop after the slate article. i also dislike how this will show up immediately on all (2) your RSS feeds. [09 Jul 2007|11:32pm]
two poorly thoughtout ideas for the reasons everyone is all "green" and "local" nowadays. inspired by the bitter columnists at slate.

1. The Economic Conspiracy Theory.
Capitalism needs redundancy and idle workers and inefficiency to survive. (Someone has said this. I'm not sure who. I'm hoping it wasn't just something Batia said once. Regardless, it sounds important.) Anyway, if we go by this, capitalism has become too efficient, globalization, etc etc. Therefore, local economies should be stimulated by people doing incredibly non-efficient things, like hand-knitting scarves, or growing their own tomatoes or baking bread. From here, people can either realize this is incredibly time consuming, and never take multinational companies for granted ever again, or start their own mini-economies, thereby setting back to clock to pre-Industrial Revolution. At which point the second Industrial Revolution starts, companies still make more money.

2. Americans Turn Inwards (aka Donna's 11th grade thesis about Communist "Red Hunts.")
In my American History class, I argued all the Red Hunts of the 20th century were due to a war ending, thus leading people to put all their anxious energy inward and seeking war against domestic threats, such as Sacco and Vanzetti and the Wobblies and all the McCarthy witchhunted and blacklisted. And even in 11th grade, I realized I was pretty much bullshitting all of this.
Continuing on that theme (yet reversed!), the theory now is that Americans, seeking more isolationalism and desiring to forget we're at war, begin to turn down globalization altogether and only eat things that were produced within a 50 mile radius. If we're not dependent on anything further away, then we don't have to care about anyone further away than that either.

In conclusion, one of the great joys of the modern world is that I can get almost any sort of fresh fruit at any time of the year at the market. (Bananas! Oranges!) Let's not go backwards, people.
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[28 May 2007|09:11pm]
movies are (nearly) never as good as the books.
also, thank goodness i sort of like spiders.
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[12 Apr 2007|09:31am]
my spring break:

went to williamsburg, ate at bonita.
started taxes.
read some papers about time of death estimations using radioactive isotopes.
went shopping in soho.
went to a talk by an assistant DA at brooklyn's supreme court. which turned out to be a meeting that began with the pledge of alleigence and the Lord's prayer. it really only got better from there, with lots of squabbling and long, drawn-out non-questions. drank ginger beer and rum, which was excellent.
went to a good friday service at st. paul's in cobble hill.
made lemon bars, bran bread, and marshmallows.
went to freeman's for brunch, felt appropriately hipsterish.
went to the brooklyn brewery tour. while underwhelming, drinking excellent beer in a warehouse midday and making remarks about other girls' sartorial choices was very pleasing.
saw 'the grace lee project' at the brooklyn museum which was an documentary about a variety of people named grace lee and asian-american female stereotypes. i really enjoyed it, and it didn't make me want to disinherit my gender like all the other feminist art did.
went to a catholic easter sunday service. brunch at the usual afterwards was spent making faces at a baby and discussing theory of mind of babies w/r/t speech, drawing on knowledge gained in Mind (aka, the worst socs class at UofC)
took the grayhound to atlantic city. read Zioncheck for President on the way, and felt homesick for Seattle and all its public transportation issues. dropped off at Caesar's, and walked the few blocks to the Tropicana, passing several "Cash for Gold" pawn shops, and two 'gentleman's clubs'. Proceeded to lose 30 bucks. Drank beer, played pool, drank rum, ate creme brulee, drank a girly drink, had a shot of whiskey and more beer. Decided I liked atlantic city quite a bit, went to sleep. Walked along the Boardwalk and the beach, which was gorgeous. wandered through the new superexpensive mall, caesar's, bally's, outlet stores. took the jitney (heh, jitney) to the Borgata. Proceeded to lose 20 bucks. Decided I should probably stop gambling. took the grayhound back, read snow crash on the way. neglected to finish my taxes, or any of the projects i need to do for school.
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[18 Feb 2007|06:01pm]
as it's been a few weeks, we revert back to listing stuff.

made this orange cake, which turned out very well and my roommates loved

made this chili, and cornbread from my baking illustrated book, which also came out well.

also: applesauce and shortbread, although not at the same time.

went to sheep station, which had a decent meat pie, and a surprisingly good fried egg/pineapple/beet hamburger. (i had a...blue point ale? which was good?)

went to le parker meridien's burger joint for some decent although hurried burgers.

went to camp on smith street, which is possibly my new favorite bar. further exploration, involving their s'mores, will be needed. and recon on all of the surrounding bars.

finished the wire. finally. having discussed it at least daily with abby, i don't really have much to say here, except you should watch it. and then you can talk to me about it. start at the first season though.

have between 10 and 15 scars on my left hand due to pricking myself to obtain blood for lab. however, i now know (i think...) that I have AB positive blood. and i know how to use luminol now.

my lab teching job at school changed, i'm now working 15 hours a week for one class, which basically a feeding ground for horror stories. on my first day of work, everyone i talked to wished me luck and then told me why the class i'm teching (quantitative analysis) is so bad. it's actually not that bad, but my 10 hour day involves running around constantly and trying to ensure the students don't kill themselves accidentally. the upside is that when the department has free beer around for various reasons, drinking in the hallways is even more relaxing. (except when you know down the hall they're lighting gasoline on fire while also drinking...)
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[31 Jan 2007|11:59pm]
since i've been back: i managed to take the wrong train twice the first two times i was on the subway. as i've never made that mistake before, i chalk it up to being sick and foggy-headed the first snow of the season here came, and while i've seen snow in seattle twice before, this was the first time i got to walk around in it. however, the rest of my "vacation" has gotten better. i made weird dense muffins, good loaves of bread. i got an mp3 player, partially courtesy of my sister. nick took me to go see rent. i went to the moma. i ate at burgers and cupcakes, which was sadly underwhelming. although that's a bit of a relief, meaning we're freed up to go to every single other burger place in this city. ate at the new sushi place two blocks up from us, returned to soda for fried pierogies, went to beast for a very satisfying brunch, went to my roommate's office party, then went all the way up to columbia for a grad student party, went to the east village for a friend's birthday. finished the second season of the wire, almost cried. abby gave me awesome squirrel-log paper plates and the perfect flask, which i'll need to put into use soon...
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[18 Jan 2007|12:35am]
took a red-eye to atlanta, which i should learn is really not worth it. since the plane was slightly delayed (snow in seattle!) rachel met me in the airport friday morning, which i rather like. it's nice and linear and has a train. went to waffle house, where said waffles were eaten. i then slept for 4 hours while rachel learned about marine life on the discovery channel. went to borders to critique the prom dress magazines. went to decatur for dinner and tried to get into the brickhouse, but decided not to wait an hour and went to twain's instead. drove around aimlessly through various neighborhoods until i made us stop, then went to the aiport to pick up r's sister.
saturday, we went to the radial cafe and walked around little 5 points, where i had beer cheese soup. it was very strange, but i would have it again, maybe. beat the crowds and went to the martin luther king jr memorial site. went home and cooked mapo tofu and, um, something korean, and vegetables. also watched 1/3 of a season of arrested development. then went to "ye olde dunwoody tavern" which had a carpeted floor, which seemed strange and ill-advised for a bar.
sunday, took the marta downtown to the High museum of art (big louvre exhibit which was too crowded to enjoy, but the morris graves exhibit was empty and really nice) then went to mary mac's for the requisite southern meal (pot likker- collard greens and pork broth?, iced tea, fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, sweet potatoes, and peach cobbler) and ate too much. went to the westin peachtree to the rotating bar. even before we drank anything, we developed a hideously complicated plan for determining the miles per hour we were rotating. this took about an hour to gather variables, and then we realized it was a two minute calculation. depending on how you calculated it, it's about 0.12 to 0.18 miles/hour.
monday, we went to the mall, had ice cream at bruster's (which rachel once worked at, despite the stupid spelling) watched dirty jobs, ate korean food, and finished at cafe intermezzo with dessert.
tuesday, flew back to nyc, had the worst subway journey ever, and missed atlanta. (and started to try to recover from a head cold.)
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[03 Dec 2006|09:25am]
I've been very busy at lab, trying to learn about polarized light and all its uses. and staring at small bits of fibers. I did manage to have lunch with susie at whym (which, now that i think about it, i wanted to go to because nick and i had been to its sister restaurant, eatery, about a year ago) and fly home for thanksgiving. the meal was catered, which was probably for the best, as we had four extra relatives over (five, if you count liam, my first cousin once removed). still, there's something strange about having a meal in one's house prepared by someone else. especially when you have very distinct beliefs in what should be prepared and exactly how it should taste. but, it wasn't bad.
i made this bread, by halving the recipe and baking it in my two-quart purple pyrex dish. i probably didn't need to half it, and it was very simple to make and came out well. if i can get the timing right, i might make it again.
i didn't mention in the last post that i did vote at an actual voting booth for the first time. my roommates, who voted in the same place, informed me that the machines were the oldest ones they've ever seen. but, i have no fear that my vote was counted and probably didn't matter at all in the races i voted in.
i also saw borat. it was funny, and some parts were very funny...but it's the sort of humor i don't like much, so overall i wasn't very impressed.
i think that makes me about up to date, minus all the media i've consumed for about two weeks, and the amount of fear and stress that lab really consists of right before the end of the semester.
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[13 Nov 2006|09:50pm]
i went to NEAFS, of which the documentation of such can be seen in facebook. yes, we were bored. no, there's nothing else to do in a hotel room except jump on beds. and have really really awkward (but delicious) dining experiences. there was some...confusion or misunderstanding about who (the proprieter, or ourselves) would be paying for appetizers and a pasta course. we ended up not paying (and hence not going completely broke) and i really don't think it was our fault at all, but still very very awkward.
um, my roommate and i went to tom's, which is apparently widely known as the best place for brunch in prospect heights. after complaining about the predominance of cash-only places for a few hours, she broke down and paid an ATM fee, and we had a nice brunch of pancakes. i still think i like the usual better, but there was a friendier, albeit rushed, atmosphere. also, closer to us. i think. also, a new restaurant just down the block from us, saje, just opened up. it's tremendously cute, although the drinks (protein smoothies, hot chocolate) were only so-so, and i'm not sure how/what kind of business they're actually going to get, it's very promising.
in other news, i spent most of the week staring at clear glass chips in clear liquid, but it paid off. in the narrow, got-points-in-one-class-of-grad-school sort of way. next up, clear liquids in clear glass. it's completely different.
and, since i haven't posted this yet, i'll mention this weekend i went clubbing at heaven (we first went for drinks at the chelsea brewing company, which was, as everyone remarked, surreal. it was trying to shut down, there were about 4 people inside, and we were sitting outside by an empty pier, overlooking a driving range and the new jersey skyline) and then woke up to go to beso in park slope, then tea lounge, both of which were good although i then felt sort of ill, either due to the omelette or to two cups of coffee.
also, the last song here is a remix of my favorite mirah song. i won't say it's an improvement, but i do like the version.
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[29 Oct 2006|11:24pm]
this week, donna:

made pumpkin pie (martha's)
watched high fidelity again
got her hair cut for $5 which was only slightly sketchy, but very russian
learned how to potentially get free shots from a bartender
went to the new prospect cafe and decided it was sort of eh
went to this NFT open bar/free guidebook party for about half an hour, since my roommate and i already had elaborate plans for the rest of the evening. but it worked, because, look, i'm already shilling for them. we then went to Royale for hamburgers, which were, sadly, incredibly good, so we're going to have to make the trek out to Avenue C sometime again. We were both surprised by the yuppiness of the bar, but we were sort of busy eating to care. Then we hustled over to Pianos to go see Bishop Allen. It was crowded as all get out, and running an hour late, so we saw the opener, Locksley, who was not entirely bad and sort of 60s pop with lots of guitars. Bishop Allen was even more crowded, and involved us being at the front of the stage, only to glare at their pseudo-groupies when they pushed in front of us.
i also made chocolate cookies shaped liked bats, which just about does it for my halloween celebrations.
finally, roommate and i went to see subUrbia which was well done, although not earth shattering or whatnot. we then went to the chipshop where we ate so much as to feel physically ill. (samosas, ill-advised naan bread, fried macaroni and cheese, shepherd's pie, fish and chips, and sponge cake with strawberry custard.) there is clearly something wrong with us, but i don't want to be right.
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this seems sort of low, actually. and, you know, dorky. [28 Oct 2006|10:52pm]

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[21 Oct 2006|12:22am]
the exciting exciting drug lab at school was this week. although the novelty of saying "hey, pass me the cocaine" or "i'm about to do barbituates...in a test" wears off after about 10 minutes, it's sort of relaxing lab since you know you have exactly 16 hours to do it, but it's very straightforward what it is you're supposed to do. unlike every other lab we've done thus far. i have to finish mine up, but i'm pretty sure i have cocaine and amphetamines. having looked at these drugs up close and in a microscope, it amazes me that people would just buy drugs on the street and have no idea what could actually be in them.
i saw a friend from college who recently moved to new york. he's living in stuy-town, which i had heard of and had always assumed was some sort of neighborhood near NYU. it's actually a large group of apartment complexes (near NYU) which i probably would have figured out eventually as it was in the news recently, having been sold for 5 billion or something. we found free pizza during a happy hour though, and then went to see the departed. which was fairly entertaining, but all the violence seemed comedic, to the point where everyone in the theatre was laughing.
practically half our class went out to drink/eat/watch the mets game on thursday, so i went along and ended up talking to a lot of people that i haven't really had conversations with before. which, depending on the person, either reinforced why i haven't really talked to them, or reversed that. still, forensic bonding! the makeup of the class is quite varied- i'm not sure what the standard M.O. for a forensic scientist is supposed to be, but i can't make one out. unlike, say, all the chemistry undergrads in chicago- all very different people, but all definitely science and chem geeks.
the weather this afternoon was perfect brisk fall weather and made me nostalgic about chicago. but then i went on the subway at rush hour, and my mood changed to detestation of all humanity and their penchant for walking too slow/walking too fast/standing RIGHT NEXT TO ME and/or standing within 7 inches of myself. i'm assuming this is some sort of normal living-in-new-york phase and it passes quickly into apathy. or, you know, i start cursing at people on a daily basis.
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[15 Oct 2006|12:28pm]
i was invited by a friend of a friend of my roommate to an "early 90s" apartment party in our neighborhood, which, suprisingly, followed through on the theme with miscellaneous paraphenalia, a closely regulated early 90s playlist of usually decent, memorable songs, and half the people there tried to dress up. i was going for some sort of grunge look, which only managed to get me mistaken for a lesbian (but BY a lesbian, so i'm going to take that one as a compliment). stopped by soda afterwards, which had ruby red (hi rachel!) so i tried that with cranberry juice and it was not too bad.
my roommate and i have decided we need to explore the neighborhood more (by which we mean the adjacent neighborhood to ours. it's a long, complicated, partially semantic, partially racial/social class/gentrificational situation of shifting boundaries.) so we went to "the usual" which, bad punning besides, was almost like brunch at salonica, minus the greek part. i nearly cried into my satisfying mushroom onion omelette. it apparently has a different menu at 6 pm for dinner at which point it becomes a fancier restaurant. which may be a good thing, although it means we can't run out for hamburgers at 10 at night or anything. down the street is joyce bakeshop which has been heavily hyped since opening a month ago. despite being full, i got a carrot cupcake, which was pleasing and slightly overpriced. the store itself was almost unbearably cute. which is to say, if i open a bakery like this after my forensic science career, that'd be ideal.
we then finally made it to the green market at grand army plaza, which, contrary to popular opinion, is not in paris. i bought mini-pears! (yet to be tasted, also, cf above, "unbearably cute.") and apples, to make...apple pie from baker's illustrated. walking back, we found at least 2 more restaurants we need to go to soon. did i mention it's perfect brisk fall weather this weekend? after the pie, watched kontroll which is set in the budapest metro, which means it has to be good. and it was, although fell apart slightly in the end. it does make a believable argument that being a subway ticket inspector is one of the worst jobs. and, to end the day, we made mulled cider and stood on the roof to look over brooklyn. awww.

(also, lego eggos! that link does cover some of the problems i had with them, but i still found them charming and lego-like.)
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[08 Oct 2006|01:31pm]
i had a list of media to post, but then my computer crashed.

so: books.
searching for aboriginal languages, a book i wanted enough to make a foray into the mid-manhattan library.
daisy cutter
the sheltering sky
the mezzanine
the 25th hour, having just watched the movie. it's not a bad book, but the movie is so much better and so well done that i supercedes the original source.
venus drive, but i would suggest reading homeland by the same author (lipsyte) first.
i didn't finish forgetting elena

funny haha, which was documentary-like in describing the sheer awkwardness of life exactly with perfect dialogue and situations. augh.
did i mention my roommates gathered about 500 free movie tickets and let me tag along? i thus saw the last kiss (which...was not a good movie. i've discussed this too many times to go into again, but if you want to see zach braff, you might as well just watch garden state again, which is a much better movie, and is what my roommate and i ended up doing.) and hollywoodland (which was kind of eh) and little miss sunshine, which was very good, although maybe not what i was expecting. i also just saw little children, which was excellent.
and, it's been a while, but i did see clerks II, which was really funny, although somewhat overly nostalgic for the first clerks.
also, i just watched the first episode of dexter (tv.yahoo.com) since i had been seeing the ads everywhere, and they were annoying me, because while romanticizing death and violence (which reminds me that i should get around to watching the last few episodes of the sopranos, and that the shield is in various states of syndication now) is de rigeur in tv, this seemed to be too over the top, and so on. but then i read that his job is a blood spatter analyst, so i was drawn in, and of course, as i suspected, it's pretty good. shoot. there is the classic cop-out in which, ok, he's a serial murderer, but he only kills other killers. so, guys, it's ok, really! not that this matters, since i don't have showtime. but i would be interested in seeing how they make him less sympathetic as the series goes on.

the previously mentioned roommates also took me to bar americain, which was surprisingly mediocre. not bad, but certainly not worth paying full price for. i did like the glass of wine i had (Txakolina Getariako, Ameztoi 2005 Txakoli, Spain) which, as i researched later, is because it's similar to a riesling.
i've eaten out way too much here. i think half the point of new york is all the food. anyway, cafe lafayette, moutarde, noodle corner, la palette, carroll gardens diner, crown fried chicken, chickpea, sharaku and probably dozens more. (this is what happens when i never update my journal)
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my first week at school, by dkw [04 Sep 2006|11:39pm]
I have lab 50 billions times a week. (Not really. Probably more like
16-25 hours. although the lab itself is only open 50 hours per week,
so i can't do more than that anyways.) It's more of a "here's 10 labs,
do them in 15 weeks" and then they leave all us first-years to
hyperventilate and struggle on their own. The actual title of my
course is Advanced Criminalistics I. It involves lots of microscopy.
So far, I've been in lab about 5 hours, and inked my fingerprints,
stared at some bullets...the first lab is sort of boring, and should
get more interesting by next lab (which, hopefully, i'll start by the
end of next week) which is microchemical crystal tests. The lab tries
to recreate a crime labratory, which involves massive amount of
documentation in order to make sure no evidence or data was tampered
with or falsified by others or ourselves. As in, our lab notebooks are
bound, cannot be taken out of lab, must be numbered by page, dated
unambiguously with military time, and cannot have any blank space
(unused portions of lines must be crossed out) and have special
procedures if we tape anything in, sketch anything, make a mistake
while we're writing or collecting data, triplicate sign in/sign out
protocols, chain of custody protocol for "unknown evidence" and the
like. I think the goal is that one will actually learn a tremendous
amount of forensic science methodology by the end of the semester,
along with a few commonly used techniques.
In addition, I've decided that gainful employment/payment would be
nice, and John Jay has kindly hired me part time. (I'm a bit miffed to
find that I'm being paid more here than I was while working as a temp
in Connecticut, where I was actually doing skilled work, instead of
getting paid to sit in an office and write this email to all you
people. but I can't complain too much about getting paid more, so i'll
shut up now.) I'll be working as a lab tech for a Gen Chem lab for 5
hours a week, and working in the stockroom for 6 hours a week. My duties so far have been
limited to signing for packages. I think I'm supposed to help other
people find stuff if they can't, but since everyone knows more than me
(and the fact that no one is really in lab on the first friday
afternoon of the semester) I've was studying in the office instead.
And figuring out how to logon to the computer. I actually have to
take a "Certificate of Fitness" test from the fire department to be
issued keys for the building and really work here. That will happen
next week...so if something explodes or catches fire today, I'll, um,
call security.
There's about 23 people in my program (if I counted correctly in
lecture yesterday), 3 of which are guys, and 20 of which are girls.
This seems odd, but I have no hypothesis for its occurance. I've met
some of them, and they all seem very nice and normal and bright. but keep in mind i haven't really talked to any of them much, so they probably are all psychotic.
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my summer vacation [29 Aug 2006|09:22pm]
i looked for apartments in brooklyn in the rain.
i signed a lease on an apartment in "east prospect heights."
i went all over pennsylvania and new england in flooding conditions with my sister to look at colleges. (haverford, franklin and marshall, dickenson, bucknell, bard, hampshire, amherst, connecticut college, wesleyan)
rachel visited and i won 24 dollars and she lost 30 dollars at mohegan sun, and we went to BAR in new haven and had excellent (but only while hot) pizza and went to 3 bars in shelton and wandered around new york with excitable americorps people.
i moved in with nick and abby, which took me 6 car trips to brooklyn.
i moved out of connecticut.
i commuted to work for 11 days and had issues with waking up at 5:30 and driving 3 to 4 hours a day.
i left my job with a mild amount of sadness.
i went to seattle for a week, failed to go to harvest vine with jessie.
i returned to new york in time to go to john jay college of criminal justice with the intention of getting a master's in forensic science.
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[15 Jun 2006|08:56pm]
i had a dream wherein i was gradually losing the molars in the bottom left of my jaw. well, gradually in that i kept on losing more and more teeth, although only in that section. well, i lost them in lots of bloody bits of teeth that i kept on spitting out. i was trying not to close my mouth completely, because each time i did, i would break off more pieces of my teeth and would have to spit them out. i was too scared to look in the mirror since i knew it would look terrible. i was about to go to a baseball game later in the dream. i think this qualifies as a nightmare, (the teeth part, not baseball) since it was painful and scary. (although not as painful as it really would have been.) i want to some meaning to it, but i think i just remember it because i haven't had a nightmare in a while.

also, i have been trying to follow the world cup. i think i like it because it's so self contained. even though i know nothing about soccer, i can still keep track of everything because i don't have to learn new team names (countries are easy) and they're split into nice groups of 4 teams and only have 6 games per group. and once i figured out the unique scoring scheme, everything makes sense and it all makes for a very nice matrix. plus, it operates on the same guidelines as basketball, in the sense that there is a net per side, and the point is to get the ball in the net. i suppose hockey would fall under this category also.

finally, i got my hair cut. pictures upon request. and if anyone knows of any cheap 3BR apts in brooklyn starting in august, let me know.
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