<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:53:39.082-07:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='katie'/><category term='gw'/><category term='bill clinton'/><category term='geology'/><category term='books'/><category term='beach'/><category term='crystal'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='chery'/><category term='event'/><category term='internship'/><category term='my psyche'/><category term='home'/><category term='neri'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='arjun'/><category term='summer'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='elise'/><category term='girls'/><category term='chin'/><category term='dc'/><category term='white house'/><category term='Lincoln Memorial'/><category term='meher'/><category term='registration'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='umpiring'/><category term='swine flu'/><category term='rant'/><category term='college dems'/><category term='american idol'/><category term='eigth grade me'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='racism'/><category term='angst'/><category term='tut krew'/><category term='logic'/><category term='winstead'/><category term='san francisco'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='camping'/><category term='music'/><category term='atheism'/><category term='bored'/><category term='ryan'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='inauguration 2008'/><category term='food'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='davis'/><category term='tourists'/><category term='natalie'/><category term='chinese'/><title type='text'>Nate is Vaguely Cynical</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-8273214817934460976</id><published>2011-05-05T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T20:07:43.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Is over. Which is absolutely insane. I have four classes left at GW and am about to start a summer internship I should be very excited about. I'm like a real person. Or, at least, about to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year has been really good. Which is weird, because I think if you described some of the major events of the year to me back in August I would have said I wouldn't be very happy with it. But I found some amazing friends who I really click with and am totally comfortable with. College Dems as been a lifesaver for me. I honestly don't know where I would be without it these past two years. It has taught me so much, about planning, making connections, and managing people. It has given me, in one way or another, basically all of my good friends. It's quality, and honestly I'm very sad to see my major participation in it coming to an end. I'm a little worried that it's ending and friends are drifting and the summer won't be very fun and the fall will be a terrible purgatory between being a college student and being a real person. Okay, maybe more than a little worried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how to be a real person though. How do you make friends when you aren't in classes with new people and basically being forced to meet people constantly? How do you find connections that make you really happy? I just don't really understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-8273214817934460976?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8273214817934460976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=8273214817934460976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8273214817934460976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8273214817934460976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2011/05/junior-year.html' title='Junior Year'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-7451930117111141988</id><published>2010-09-12T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:34:13.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm quickly remembering just how crappy post-girlfriend-going-abroad depression is. Why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-7451930117111141988?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7451930117111141988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=7451930117111141988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/7451930117111141988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/7451930117111141988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-quickly-remembering-just-how-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-358241468745733853</id><published>2010-09-11T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T15:58:27.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, summed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/TIwJXQ6GZ3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/XLI7sK-cGpc/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+6.55.46+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/TIwJXQ6GZ3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/XLI7sK-cGpc/s320/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+6.55.46+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515793938902312818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 3.5 days until the two biggest events of the College Dems year... on the same day. Going to be a show...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-358241468745733853?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/358241468745733853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=358241468745733853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/358241468745733853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/358241468745733853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-life-summed-up.html' title='My life, summed up'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/TIwJXQ6GZ3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/XLI7sK-cGpc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+6.55.46+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-1951047121887637215</id><published>2010-04-02T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:30:45.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight I was walking E home while we were both exhausted (it was only around midnight though) and across the street from us a seemingly-homeless man was apparently pestering some college girl. I stopped to watch and make sure she walked away okay, as did the drunk guy walking behind me. A guy on the other side of the street made a point of going up and intercepting the man and answering his questions while the girl walked away, at which point all three of us resumed our normal daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC is a bit infamous for no one caring about anyone else, and GW probably more so, but seeing a little thing like that happen (with every young guy in the vicinity behaving very well) gives me some hope for the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-1951047121887637215?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1951047121887637215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=1951047121887637215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/1951047121887637215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/1951047121887637215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonight-i-was-walking-e-home-while-we.html' title=''/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-6790374177202854076</id><published>2010-03-05T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:57:24.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous</title><content type='html'>When did I become such a jealous person? I feel like I used to be a lot more self-confident and want a lot less of what other people have. I guess this goes with my failure to be content outlined below, but it's still party darn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know how to fix it, either. Distance myself from what I'm jealous of? I feel like that will only make me feel worse and thus more jealous. Grab on to what I'm jealous of tighter so I miss out on less? Impractical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being content, for so long, with having no life and few friends. Sometimes I wish I could go back to being happy with that instead of having gotten to experience so much more and want to go back to that instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/S5D_emhZX_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/q0y9ZRquFZg/s1600-h/PICT4729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/S5D_emhZX_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/q0y9ZRquFZg/s320/PICT4729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445132850692710386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a lot of fun though. Just not quite the right kind of fun to make me ecstatic. Which sounds ridiculous when I think about it but is super true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-6790374177202854076?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6790374177202854076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=6790374177202854076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6790374177202854076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6790374177202854076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2010/03/jealous.html' title='Jealous'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/S5D_emhZX_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/q0y9ZRquFZg/s72-c/PICT4729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-3270763390551419081</id><published>2010-02-23T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:32:27.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhh</title><content type='html'>E said today that I'm totally going to be super fatherly and will definitely have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-3270763390551419081?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3270763390551419081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=3270763390551419081' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3270763390551419081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3270763390551419081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2010/02/uhhh.html' title='Uhhh'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-6168736531996707321</id><published>2010-02-11T13:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:52:42.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the best days I've had in a very, very long time. Today is just weird. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-6168736531996707321?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6168736531996707321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=6168736531996707321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6168736531996707321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6168736531996707321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2010/02/days.html' title='Days'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4214420068259948627</id><published>2010-02-09T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:00:56.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>CS's latest post mentioned her being content. I sometimes feel like that word is not in my emotional vocabulary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4214420068259948627?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4214420068259948627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4214420068259948627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4214420068259948627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4214420068259948627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2010/02/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-6432882491082849277</id><published>2010-01-16T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:25:46.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college dems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Cling</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've written in this space. I've been &lt;a href="http://vaguelycynical.tumblr.com"&gt;tumbling&lt;/a&gt; away, but sometimes you just have to go back to the blog and express. First, some catching up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter break was fun. It wasn't exactly everything I had hoped it would be, and I can definitely feel all of us growing into our separate lives more and more as time goes on. In some ways it's a bit depressing, but it's also nice to watch. The easy, dumb, laid-back fun that comes easily is always nice to get back to. I think I timed my departure perfectly to prevent myself from getting too incredibly bored after the UCers left, but now I'm longing for more relaxation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few days I spent near Philly visiting E were pretty great. Not the most restful of weekends, but a ton of fun. Meeting and fam and friends is always an experience, but it was survived with no disasters, and with a lot of fun mixed in. Going in I was definitely a little bit worried about getting through a full three days together without getting sick of each other's presence, but we thrived and kept up the happiness. More on that later, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through my first week of the semester, and for the first time am legitimately worried about possibly having over-committed myself. On the face of it, interning 3 days a week while stacking my 5 classes on the other two is the same as last spring, which I quite enjoyed. Only now I also have college dems work/events on top of it, the classes I'm taking are harder, and the internship days are longer. Not sure if I'll survive at this rate. Thinking about asking to drop down to two days a week instead of three, but not sure if that will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work itself is pretty mixed. Unlike last spring, I'm not in a really social office with constant interaction and plenty of interesting things going on. Where I am now is definitely plenty political, and has it's interesting parts, but is not that social. I have my own cubicle and get most of my assignments over e-mail, and it's just kind of a depressing way to spend the day, even when doing cool things. I certainly am learning a lot about gubernatorial candidates throughout the nation, though! Yay! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a little bit sad that I am not required to suit up for work this spring. Barney would be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are... classes. This is my first semester ever with no math, and it's a little bit weird to not think numerically at all for the entire week. No math means that everything is text-based, which is actually quite a bit of work. I also completely ignored my math classes, so having another class I should actually prepare for is going to be tough. But combined with work and my general apathy about classwork, I haven't been doing any of the reading for anything, and just generally have no idea what's going on in any class. Having all 5 of them in a row on Tuesdays and Thursdays (20 minutes breaks between each one to move between classes!) doesn't help that either, since they all kind of run together in my mind and I have no idea which syllabus had what on it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Dems continues to be a good experience, although it really does add some hectic days into my schedule. Going straight from work to fast food dinner to setting up for an event doesn't leave much me time. I continue to be very pleased with the organization, though. We've made it much more social and really done a lot better at keeping a large and active base of members than in years past. Especially awesome since no big election fun this year to motivate people. This upcoming Friday we have our one-year Obama Inauguration anniversary party and it should be really good. Tons of political dorks who will be showing up prepared to have fun. And E has a cute dress to wear to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been a week, but my body is sore all over and I'm pretty exhausted. Since classes haven't really ramped up yet, I've still been getting to hang out with E frequently, which is nice but certainly not perfect for my sleep schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to battle occasional feelings of hating it here. The group of friends I really want to have just doesn't exist, and that doesn't help my insecurity about being clingy with E. The whole thing kind of builds on itself and is just shittastic sometimes. I felt like being really busy would help push this aside and let me enjoy life more simply, but weekends are still weekends and not yet full of backed up classwork to use as an excuse for not doing fun things with fun people. One of these days I'll learn how to convert acquaintances into real friends and life will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-6432882491082849277?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6432882491082849277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=6432882491082849277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6432882491082849277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6432882491082849277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2010/01/cling.html' title='Cling'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-1702913205743775044</id><published>2009-12-15T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:47:43.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life+</title><content type='html'>I've never so frequently alternated between having things be great and having them not be great. It's kind of exciting on some level, but then again I guess I really would just prefer constant greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one thing that isn't great is that you don't have a tumblr yet. Go get one. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-1702913205743775044?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1702913205743775044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=1702913205743775044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/1702913205743775044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/1702913205743775044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/12/life.html' title='Life+'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4044505994486250390</id><published>2009-12-03T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:05:40.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumble, tumble, tumble</title><content type='html'>I've decided Tumblr is a much easier platform for sharing my thoughts/quirks/life with you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be back here occasionally for the more thoughtful or private moment, but will be much more active over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vaguelycynical.tumblr.com/"&gt;VaguelyCycnical Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; // The &lt;a href="http://vaguelycynical.tumblr.com/rss"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will be a nice mix of nerdy political/other things and life stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4044505994486250390?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4044505994486250390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4044505994486250390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4044505994486250390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4044505994486250390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/12/tumble-tumble-tumble.html' title='Tumble, tumble, tumble'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-1318431313214224684</id><published>2009-12-01T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:34:17.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make You Smile</title><content type='html'>Date: Wed, Dec 2, 2009 at 12:23 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: trying to find someone: 80691_200903&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone. This is kinda embarrassing but im trying&lt;br /&gt;to find someone that's in the class. All I really kno&lt;br /&gt;about him is that he has these incredible blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;If you get this message I just wanted to say hey and&lt;br /&gt;let u kno that as much as I like starting at&lt;br /&gt;those eyes from across the room I'd like it even&lt;br /&gt;more if I got to kno more about u. Ur welcome to&lt;br /&gt;sit with me in class this thursday, if not its no&lt;br /&gt;big deal. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Also: Forwarded e-mail about a certain fraternity hopeful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-1318431313214224684?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1318431313214224684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=1318431313214224684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/1318431313214224684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/1318431313214224684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-that-make-you-smile.html' title='Things That Make You Smile'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-3171188541983520781</id><published>2009-11-20T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:13:45.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>Written in the style of an e-mail to the Grandparents... because that's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm having another good year, and am looking forward to both Christmas vacation and next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester started out a little bit rocky for me. I ended up being assigned to the worst (half-)sophomore dorm on campus, in a single. It was far from the center of things and just not a great experience. With most of my friends living completely diagonally across campus, it was not a very good situation. I find more and more each year how much I like to be around people, and being isolated in a single room felt more like solitary confinement. Luckily(!) I was able to swap rooms with someone else less than a month into the semester. I ended up moving into what is probably the second nicest dorm on campus, with 3 roommates, and am enjoying life a lot more now. It's much closer to both classes and friends, and just generally is a much happier place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that was causing me to be somewhat unhappy was how much free time I had. It sounds a little weird, but after the whirlwind of classes and internship that was last spring, just taking classes left me with so many empty hours that I felt a little bit useless. Luckily (again!) a spot opened up on the board of the main student organization I have been involved with on campus, the College Democrats. I beat out 25 other applicants for the position and got on the board about a month and a half ago. Especially in the run-up to the November election, we had a very busy event schedule and lots of interesting people circulating around. Since then it has slowed down a little bit, but continues to be a great experience. It's definitely filling up a ton of my free time and is serving as a good avenue to meet lots of new (politically-interested) people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the largest student organization on campus, with 1,100 current members and an e-mail list of over 5,500 past and current students. Most weeks we have 3 or 4 events, with each attended by a good group of members. We try to have good variety in our programming, so sometimes it is just a speaker while other times it's an educational program or event geared toward advocating our policy preferences. We have had a lot of really interesting speakers thus far, and have some more big names planned for the spring. David Plouffe, Obama's 2008 campaign manager, has been our biggest so far, and most personally exciting, since he is pretty much who I want to be when I grow up. Others from the top of my head were Reps. Filner, Rahall, Conyers, and Israel; former VP Walter Mondale; Michael Moore; and former Secretary of Commerce and Transportation Norm Mineta, whose PAC ran a day and a half long campaign training seminar that I attended on campus. The airport we often fly out of in San Jose is named after him, so it was nice to get to meet him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are pretty bland this semester. I'm fulfilling my political thought distribution requirement, and philosophy has never been a passion of mine, so I am pretty much just counting down the days until that is done. My International Political Economy class is more interesting than I thought it would be, especially in light of our current crisis situation. Surveying and Sampling is taught as a discussion-based statistics course, which is pretty odd, but sometimes fascinating. My favorite class is probably my introductory journalism writing class, where I get to play with words and have fun writing. My professor was a founding partner at USA Today, wrote some books uncovering the New York mob, and now works at the Center for Public Integrity (a non-profit investigative research institution), and is absolutely full of stories. As I mentioned before, I am taking Chinese currently, and it is definitely not easy. Learning the characters and the tones to go with every syllable is pretty intense, but is going surprisingly well. That being said, I think this will be my only semester of the language. Just don't have a passion for it. 我不喜欢说中文。(I don't like to speak Chinese.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on having an internship again next semester, and have worked out a class schedule conducive to it. I'll be having class only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, pretty much all day, leaving the rest of the week open to internship work. I'm hoping that I can land a paid internship at a political consulting/vendor firm. My current top choice is with a company that researches and designs congressional and campaign websites, with a heavy dose of nerdy data analysis. Another potential option is with the firm that produced all of the direct mail pieces for Obama's 2008 campaign. If I can't secure a paying position, I'll probably end up somewhere like the Democratic Governors' Association (DGA) where I can be close to campaign management teams. I began sending out resumes and letters of interest this past week and am starting to get a slow trickle of responses, so hopefully something works out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes next semester are nothing too special, aimed mostly at fulfilling distribution requirements and fitting into an internship-friendly schedule. I think Legislative Politics should be interesting, as well as Media Law, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving and Christmas are both fast approaching! Tickets home for the short Thanksgiving break were too expensive, so I am relaxing in DC and staying with [cousins] for the holiday. It will be very nice to get quality cooking into me and some good relaxation time. Although with a big paper due the Monday after, there may not be tons of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you are both doing well and aren't having to do too much to have an enjoyable Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-3171188541983520781?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3171188541983520781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=3171188541983520781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3171188541983520781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3171188541983520781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-6944212558038702281</id><published>2009-11-16T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:42:10.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college dems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Claptrap</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated in a while... don't feel like writing something long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to a bunch of really cool events recently and have met a bunch of interesting and/or famous people. College Dems is continuing to keep me busy. Classes are boring. I have a girlfriend. She's cute. My roommates are still kind of weird. I'm sad I am not coming home for Thanksgiving. Christmas break will be good. Internship hunting is monotonous and ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-6944212558038702281?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6944212558038702281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=6944212558038702281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6944212558038702281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6944212558038702281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/11/claptrap.html' title='Claptrap'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4940707081241030476</id><published>2009-10-31T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:51:57.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chery'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zap2it.com/media/photo/2009-08/48746358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.zap2it.com/media/photo/2009-08/48746358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, I'm going to be looking great tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to breaking my long tradition of shitty Halloweens. Really the only good one was when I met all of you people. Oh target costumes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4940707081241030476?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4940707081241030476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4940707081241030476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4940707081241030476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4940707081241030476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4810457992254258612</id><published>2009-10-28T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:32:16.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='registration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college dems'/><title type='text'>For the Win</title><content type='html'>I love being happily busy enough to not have the time/inclination to write much on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been good. The college dems position I'm in now is certainly a large time commitment, but continues to be a good experience. A lot of opportunities to do cool things and meet interesting people. Yesterday evening I was part of a small group of GW students who went to go "shoot the shit" with the Congressman I interned for (although this was random). Tonight I was at an undergraduate political awards dinner hosted by Ed Henry, Luke Russert, James Kotecki, and a few lesser names. Got bored partway through that and went downstairs to an event about breast cancer with Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz and Senator Klobuchar, both of whom are generally pretty incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the political nerd that is me, it's a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms went pretty well, although I haven't gotten any grades back yet, so maybe I should be quiet. Chinese still kicks my ass occasionally, but since I have decided not to take any more of it past this semester, it's not too much of a weight on my shoulders. 你姐! Should be studying for a quiz tomorrow right now, but meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have figured out what classes I want to register in a couple weeks and am starting to look for an internship. All of this is exciting too! My Excel document for choosing classes was much simpler this semester, unlike the triple-color coded beauty of last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new roommates continue to have their quirks, but so much better than living alone in the hellhole that was the previous dorm. I'd rather listen to bible study occasionally than hear nothing but my own thoughts. My roommate (not the other 2 suitemates) seems to pretty much never go to class and sleeps the weirdest hours ever. Glad I have had you all to condition me about what to expect from Azns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Asians... well this can wait until later when I can speak firmly about it. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4810457992254258612?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4810457992254258612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4810457992254258612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4810457992254258612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4810457992254258612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-win.html' title='For the Win'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-5475641962172062922</id><published>2009-10-21T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:56:16.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>I guess when I have been spoiled in the past and experienced perfection, I really shouldn't let that prevent me from enjoying the really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it as it comes, Nate, and enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-5475641962172062922?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5475641962172062922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=5475641962172062922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/5475641962172062922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/5475641962172062922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/10/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-3628596072028331538</id><published>2009-10-15T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:35:45.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college dems'/><title type='text'>Status Quo</title><content type='html'>I'm happy. It's weird to say, but it's the truth as I have come to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty far from where I was a little over a week ago, as I experienced my first anxiety attack ever. Walked around campus and calmed myself by talking to K, who is absolutely amazing. Ended up coming back a little later and I resorted to talking to Katie, who I had avoided conversing with for almost a week in an effort to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, I had written an emotional letter to her and dropped it in the mail. Such a nice way to release emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the next night was over with, I was happy. It had some to do with getting the position in the college democrats organization I wanted. It had a lot to do with having a fun weekend, which proved to me that I CAN still have fun. But I think it also had a lot to do with a fundamental internal shift away from thinking about what I could have had, and toward thinking about what I want to (and can) have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to chasing cute girls and feeling let down when my clever little flirtatiousness is not returned. The thrill of the hunt is livening and something I have really missed. Although also not something I feel like experiencing frequently for TOO long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the college dems board position has been huge for me so far. Very nice to feel busy again. It's a much more active organization than I had realized even as a relatively active member. So much money involved, and a lot of really dedicated colleagues. Get to do some cool stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I miss being around asian girls at home who always have their cameras with them and ready to go. My facebook picture list is failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-3628596072028331538?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3628596072028331538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=3628596072028331538' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3628596072028331538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3628596072028331538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/10/status-quo.html' title='Status Quo'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-3621283349709794168</id><published>2009-10-04T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:15:37.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college dems'/><title type='text'>Ehhh</title><content type='html'>I think my post on the 24th was false. Or not false, but fleeting. I could almost write a similar one now, but it would probably be just as temporary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-3621283349709794168?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3621283349709794168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=3621283349709794168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3621283349709794168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3621283349709794168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/10/ehhh.html' title='Ehhh'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4794739413591255107</id><published>2009-09-30T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:44:39.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winstead'/><title type='text'>The Art of Being Uppity</title><content type='html'>Words my political philosophy professor, who is stunningly full of himself, used today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;dialectic&lt;br /&gt;renunciation&lt;br /&gt;neuroses&lt;br /&gt;bifurcation&lt;br /&gt;libidinal&lt;br /&gt;sublimating&lt;/blockquote&gt;(A limited selection)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4794739413591255107?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4794739413591255107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4794739413591255107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4794739413591255107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4794739413591255107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-of-being-uppity.html' title='The Art of Being Uppity'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-489455538525476072</id><published>2009-09-24T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:14:56.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college dems'/><title type='text'>Better...</title><content type='html'>I think I am genuinely starting to recover from the puddle of depression that so encapsulated the last post. Part of it is perspective. Part of it is enjoying other things. Part of it is distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SrwnWjYQINI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d2WSEJqPEHs/s1600-h/angle-over-distance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SrwnWjYQINI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d2WSEJqPEHs/s320/angle-over-distance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385222522835837138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angle over distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As most of you know, I've been on a crusade to make more friends. It isn't going quite as well as if I were a hot girl in a movie, but I have made reasonable progress. Kind of worries me that the progress is less toward a group than a scattershot web of friends only connected to me, but I can think about that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I got invited to a party by a girl I met at orientation last year and have made smalltalk with a couple of times since then. So pretty random. I decided to try it out and go. And she wasn't there. Ended up staying and meeting a bunch of new people and not having a terrible time, so that was a nice distracting night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I headed out to S's frat's party. It's a semi-geeky but semi-cool group of guys that generally have mellow but fun parties. Met some fun people and got to spend some time acting like someone else. It was really weird how many random girls from American University were there. Another nice way to distract my brain. Innocently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I headed out to Pentagon City (which is a mall hooked up to a metro stop conveniently) with A (Katie's biffle who I enjoy as well) for our first cooking class. A free hour-long technique class put on by Williams-Sonoma in the hope that you then buy their stuff. We thought it would be a bit more hands-on than it ended up being, but it was still fun. Free steak is free steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend was pretty good overall and let me really relax in a different sort of way. Two nights of partying in a row. My body didn't like me on Sunday. And once I got that kind of fun out of the way I got to turn to a more intellectual sort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SrwmyYrkruI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VQCJU5XfLeg/s1600-h/PICT4658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SrwmyYrkruI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VQCJU5XfLeg/s320/PICT4658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385221901488795362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday night was kind of like a dream for me. David Plouffe was speaking at an event co-hosted by the College Democrats and I had a ticket for it as well as the smaller reception afterward. For those who don't know, Plouffe was Obama's campaign manager. The most memorable way he was mentioned during the campaign was by Obama the night he won the general election:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To my campaign manager David Plouffe, my chief strategist David Axelrod, and the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics – you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you’ve sacrificed to get it done.&lt;/blockquote&gt;He's also young. Early 40s. That's pretty ridiculous for the number of successful campaigns he has already won. He is writing a book about the campaign that reportedly got a $1,000,000+ advance for him, and was getting pard ~$16000 for the speech and reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His speech was pretty basic. Definitely good and interesting, but nothing too exciting. Not surprising with the amount that I follow this stuff that I felt like a lot of it was regurgitated. Still nice to listen to him up close and hear him answer questions from the audience. He talked a lot about the power of the grassroots and how advertising and speeches only go so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sitting next to and chatting with a girl C, who was as into politics as I am and was matching my witticisms throughout the event. I found a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception after was also a blast. Plouffe was obviously a little bit energized by getting to hang out with enthralled college kids instead of wealthy business executives. He stuck around for almost an hour, most of the time surrounded by a throng of students asking him questions and taking pictures. I was early in the crowd to talk to him ("What would you have done differently?") and ended up having a relatively interesting conversation with his handlers off to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Srwm1WR9A_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/bCns5xQXhj8/s1600-h/PICT4659_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Srwm1WR9A_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/bCns5xQXhj8/s320/PICT4659_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385221952384074738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He, like Obama, really is very easy going while still being deadly serious when he needs to be. The kind of boss I want to be able to become, if I can figure out a way to chill out a little bit. We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was another special event. Former Vice President and '84 Democratic Presidential Nominee Walter Mondale was being interviewed and a new documentary about his life was being screened. Before the event started for me, there was a reception upstairs for him and a bunch of people he had worked with over the years, as well as some of his grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Srwmv0_bMjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/43pBZU9pYAI/s1600-h/0923092107a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Srwmv0_bMjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/43pBZU9pYAI/s320/0923092107a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385221857548644914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All these special guests stayed for the interview and documentary (with a fair number appearing in it) and I ended up sitting in a section mostly filled with cranky old men who used to work closely with Mondale. They were shooting political jokes back and forth and laughing their asses off, and it was some good fun. Always nice to end up sitting next to someone interesting as well. Also ended up a few seats away from the reporter who wrote &lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0909/27520.html"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt;. Could see him scribbling furiously as it was being said and had little doubt it would be on the web by the time I got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SrwmsxZGTEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SEMIBfEGRAA/s1600-h/0923092115a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SrwmsxZGTEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SEMIBfEGRAA/s320/0923092115a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385221805042977858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mondale stuck around for a little bit afterward as well, although in a less formal reception setting. Basically just a throng around the stage. He has definitely lost a step mentally, but is still cunning and was eloquent most of the night. And hilarious with his dry humor in response to Frank Sesno's occasionally assholic questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was another political event—the College Democrats/College Republicans health care debate. I went with C and it was better than I expected, although I did want to run down to the Dem side a few times and whisper some better talking points in their ears. With how wrong the right is on the issue, the slight win for the blue guys was a little underwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec State Hillary Clinton and Sec Def Bob Gates are coming in a couple of weeks for a joint event. It may end up being very hard to get tickets, but hopefully I can score one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, I have been trying to move out of my dorm, and the room swap system finally opened at the start of this week. I got pretty close to swapping into one of the nicest dorms on campus, but met the guy I would be rooming with and ran for my life. Hopefully I don't come to regret that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Srwm4WRwzdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/r_zKJUeVCHM/s1600-h/0913091754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Srwm4WRwzdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/r_zKJUeVCHM/s320/0913091754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385222003922882002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now it's the weekend again and it will be interesting to see if I end up having any night life type fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-489455538525476072?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/489455538525476072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=489455538525476072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/489455538525476072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/489455538525476072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/09/better.html' title='Better...'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SrwnWjYQINI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d2WSEJqPEHs/s72-c/angle-over-distance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-379754676518451794</id><published>2009-09-11T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:15:11.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crystal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lincoln Memorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my psyche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>How Fickle!</title><content type='html'>Okay... prepare yourself to read some angst and deliver some advice in the comments section. Be forewarned, you may be disgusted with me as a person when you finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last full entry, kind of a lot has happened:&lt;br /&gt;1) I got to spend a nice long night chatting with C.&lt;br /&gt;2) Katie came up and we went camping in Napa Valley for a couple days.&lt;br /&gt;3) I flew back to DC for school.&lt;br /&gt;4) Katie came to DC to see me/everyone for a long Labor Day Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;5) Emotional period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's cover these in a bit more detail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thank you. That night really helped me get my thoughts in order before camping and lead me to my own answer on what needed to be done. Now that I am where I am, the effects are still really bothering me, but it's also somewhat clearly the right decision. And even some stuff to keep in mind for the rest of my life! I will force you to have more such conversations in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqszi9YfapI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ErfWt_iYMWc/s1600-h/6373_1147402038795_1039860085_30448419_2029251_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqszi9YfapI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ErfWt_iYMWc/s320/6373_1147402038795_1039860085_30448419_2029251_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380450855510043282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) Everything is so much better in person. It's kind of a weird paradox that because seeing her solved some of the issues I was having mentally, I was more secure in my conclusion that long-term long-long-distance would not work. The visits are what make it worthwhile and great, and it simply wouldn't be possible to execute a sufficient number of them. At the same time I occasionally can't quite get past the fact that I am not fighting for something that usually makes me incredibly happy because of what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; happen if I do. Oh logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs0TAp3hyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oxVMiMlC_XI/s1600-h/6569_126617861995_554611995_2911437_7959715_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs0TAp3hyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oxVMiMlC_XI/s320/6569_126617861995_554611995_2911437_7959715_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380451681021953826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The camping itself was fantastic. The site we picked out, at Bothe-Napa Valley State Park (#7), was spacious and clean and just close enough to the creek that the babbling water could soothe us to sleep. We did learn that it's very cold at night in Napa Valley, and that he weren't completely prepared for it. Got through that okay though. Nothing like some creative huddling to warm up. Blanket cocoons saved the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs0KrsD8QI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oOlqU_Kbb50/s1600-h/6569_126618011995_554611995_2911460_512432_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs0KrsD8QI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oOlqU_Kbb50/s320/6569_126618011995_554611995_2911460_512432_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380451537955057922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a small problem with very interested stinging insects while cooking, but took care of that right quick. And had a nice hike on a shady mountainous trail that was kept at the perfect temperature by the midday sun. The trip took a lot of planning, but I'm pretty sure I would do it again, maybe only for someone I like this much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs0cxVfybI/AAAAAAAAAGk/f8T6bJi5JVw/s1600-h/6569_126617916995_554611995_2911445_5165133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs0cxVfybI/AAAAAAAAAGk/f8T6bJi5JVw/s320/6569_126617916995_554611995_2911445_5165133_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380451848708671922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3) I took a red-eye the night of Aug 28th and took the metro straight from the airport to school. I reminded myself of a few things. Just because heavy bags have wheels, it does not mean that carting them, plus more heavy luggage atop them, will be easy on the arm muscles when your new shitty ass dorm is fifteen minutes of city from the metro stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs1OcAVLMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nRgnCb3DQYU/s1600-h/0829091150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs1OcAVLMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nRgnCb3DQYU/s320/0829091150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380452701976210626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My room really is in the corner of campus, and is not very large. I organized it pretty well, moving all the furniture to better utilize the space. I also ended up taking a screwdriver to my desk hutch and prying off the back so I can look through it and out the window (into the boring courtyard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to meet up with old friends again and catch up on what we did over the summer. And okay to start classes within 48 hours of landing in DC. May as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs1y7qodjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/z96XjXn_aNI/s1600-h/7933_133012581995_554611995_2994785_6489483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs1y7qodjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/z96XjXn_aNI/s320/7933_133012581995_554611995_2994785_6489483_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380453328950425138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4) Katie's visit was a mixed bag of emotions. There were a lot of people she wanted to see (who knew she was this popular??) and things she wanted to do, and not that many days to do them in. I wasn't quite able to control my angst the first night she was here. I need to be better about this. Not the showing it, but the timing of it. My mind picks pretty terrible times to throw temper tantrums. I need to be better at delaying it for later when it's more appropriate and less painful to those around me. I've conquered my anger issues from adolescence, so this can be next up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs158ibjBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xZeFnTaaXfk/s1600-h/7933_133012551995_554611995_2994781_4400190_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs158ibjBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xZeFnTaaXfk/s320/7933_133012551995_554611995_2994781_4400190_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380453449443544082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the visit, minus one additional rather unfortunate hiccup, went really well. I spent a lot more time than I thought I was going to get to with her, and legitimately enjoyed quite a few of her friends. Who, I am now, slowly but surely, trying to make my own as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs2E66os5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/HFkOMlF8iKI/s1600-h/7933_133012541995_554611995_2994779_1194981_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs2E66os5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/HFkOMlF8iKI/s320/7933_133012541995_554611995_2994779_1194981_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380453637986759570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weekend also  spoiled one of my friends for me, who was a bit of a pest the entire time Katie was here and who I can no longer look at quite the same way. I'm sure everyone here remembers the How I Met Your Mother episode where the sound of glass shattering is prevalent. That.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs2J9k_5QI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6b1YYg9hor8/s1600-h/7933_133024356995_554611995_2994964_801862_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs2J9k_5QI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6b1YYg9hor8/s320/7933_133024356995_554611995_2994964_801862_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380453724600657154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all that in mind, I cherished pretty much every minute I was with her. Our last night ended with what became our tradition at the end of last year, which is a walk around the lit monuments on the National Mall. Just like in May, it rained on us, but this time it was absolutely pouring for some of it. We persevered and it was a great time. The Lincoln Memorial is such an incredible place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs2TXQQE6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/RJlxnTJq1kw/s1600-h/7933_133024376995_554611995_2994968_4016486_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs2TXQQE6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/RJlxnTJq1kw/s320/7933_133024376995_554611995_2994968_4016486_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380453886111781794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate Super Shuttle. All it holds for me are sad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 0 AK (After Katie)&lt;br /&gt;I am not enjoying life right now. Chinese (which I am taking the first course of) is kicking my ass more than I expected, and right now I am pretty much just hoping to get through this semester with a passing grade. Unlike in the spring, I am not happily busy between classes and an internship. I have too much free time to be happy (even after studying Chinese for hours a day) but not enough to do anything real with. Maybe I can find a part time easy job somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs2jplmebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GGqxe3s1DIU/s1600-h/0902092251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs2jplmebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GGqxe3s1DIU/s320/0902092251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380454165911075250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The extra time issue is exacerbated by a couple of things. The larger is that it gives me more time to think. I don't want to think right now. I want to be consumed by whatever I am doing and wake up later in a better state of mind. The other is that my current dorm is way off in the corner of campus, making it more difficult to utilize my free time in an enjoyable way, since friends aren't across the hall anymore. As soon as room swap opens up (3 weeks into the semester) I will be trying to get out of this personal hell. I need a roommate and to be close to people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I read a delightfully snarky book about grammar. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eats-Shoots-Leaves-Tolerance-Punctuation/dp/1592400876"&gt;Eats, Shoots &amp;amp; Leaves&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs3PkFPX8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/IPTzMILYuQ8/s1600-h/41WS52T291L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqs3PkFPX8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/IPTzMILYuQ8/s320/41WS52T291L._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380454920347410370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My biggest fear right now is that this year is going to be a depressing waste of my life. I'm not sure how to save it from being that. And right now all I want to do is think about Katie, which just causes it to spiral a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do somehow get better at Chinese and continue it next semester (which would then fulfill my language requirement), that would be another four months without an internship, since it has to meet so many times a week. Not sure if I am willing to give that chance up. Also not sure if I will be home for the summer. Time shall tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you by telling you what I am wearing. A delightful new shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sale.images.woot.com/The_Quick_Brown_Foxi2pDetail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 302px;" src="http://sale.images.woot.com/The_Quick_Brown_Foxi2pDetail.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ended up longer than what I think was my &lt;a href="http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-era.html"&gt;previous record&lt;/a&gt;! That one is a bit more worldly though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-379754676518451794?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/379754676518451794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=379754676518451794' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/379754676518451794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/379754676518451794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-fickle.html' title='How Fickle!'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sqszi9YfapI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ErfWt_iYMWc/s72-c/6373_1147402038795_1039860085_30448419_2029251_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-654720048896966989</id><published>2009-09-07T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:32:21.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DC Blues</title><content type='html'>I don't have the time right now to write the long emo blog post that is inside of me, so it will have to wait for another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I shall try to distract myself with some pleasure reading. Good idea, S!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-654720048896966989?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/654720048896966989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=654720048896966989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/654720048896966989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/654720048896966989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/09/dc-blues.html' title='DC Blues'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-5656951091254684414</id><published>2009-08-16T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:57:06.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my psyche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crystal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chery'/><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>I can't stop thinking about it lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Service-Included-Four-Star-Secrets-Eavesdropping/dp/006122815X" target="_new"&gt;Service Included: Four-Star Secrets of an Eavesdropping Waiter&lt;/a&gt; by Phoebe Damrosch. She describes working in one of the best restaurants in the nation, and describes it as something pretty irresistible. The attention to detail and every wish of their clients is almost stunning. It really makes me want to go to a restaurant like it sometime in my life, even if it means blowing two weeks of pay on a few hours of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/span&gt; while visiting Katie last weekend, which if you don't know, is all about the famous Julia Child and a blogger trying to cook all of her original recipes in one year. It's definitely not a traditional plot-type movie, but is quite well done and hard to look away from (especially when Merryl Streep is on screen). Once again, they tout an exquisite attention to detail and the joy that food can bring into a situation. I came home from the movie and have wanted to get dirty in the kitchen ever since. I want to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; at it, which is something I doubt will happen until I am old enough to have my own well-stocked kitchen and time to spend in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C and I have been planning a kitchen session soon, and it should be fun. But I couldn't wait that long. Decided to go after an easy recipe today and see how it turned out. Someone in my family had mentioned how bad banana bread is for you, so it was a natural choice. After tinkering with the recipe enough to cover the slight inadequacies of my kitchen's supply cabinet and to include some blueberries I was craving, it was done in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Soe6Lttvq9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/RUeQ7IjGDzM/s1600-h/0815091439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Soe6Lttvq9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/RUeQ7IjGDzM/s320/0815091439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370465791075396562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It went pretty well. I didn't do a great job transferring it to the baking pan and let the blueberries be mostly on the bottom, and the bread part turned out a little dry and not quite banana-y enough for me, but it's still some good Chocolate Chip Blueberry Banana Bread. Heat it up and toss on some butter and it's heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Almost) everyone is off camping and enjoying themselves. I am not. I am sad about this. I am also quickly coming to realize just how little time I have left in my summer. I will be moved into my new (shitty) dorm room by this time two weeks from now.  I spent most of the day in a brooding emo angst session, partly without good reason and partly because of stuff with K I just can't quite bring myself to let go (and other stuff I don't want to think about but can't stop myself from). Do I need to learn to give less of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone back from camping and I want to see people more. Particularly the other C, who I feel like I have been missing all summer after really looking forward to more time with her. She could explain away this angst, I have no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I hate laziness. I hate excuse-making. I hate rationalization and self-bullshitting. I hate willful ignorance. I hate watching people piss away their potential. I hate it when people blame everyone but themselves. I hate mental weakness."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anonymous quote wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-5656951091254684414?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5656951091254684414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=5656951091254684414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/5656951091254684414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/5656951091254684414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/08/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Soe6Lttvq9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/RUeQ7IjGDzM/s72-c/0815091439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-3071565150046338358</id><published>2009-07-23T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:57:17.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umpiring'/><title type='text'>Four Letter Words</title><content type='html'>My mind seems full of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in upstate New York at the family Camp I go to most summers. A place full of an infinite number of good memories for me. And yet it seems to have lost some of its magic. There have been flashes of brilliance during the week, but also long slogs through monotonous annoyances. What's been going on this week barely resembles what I recall so fondly from my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just because I was more ignorant then, but I don't think I had fully realized how separate my immediate family is from a lot of the extended family we run into here often. In terms of mindset and life situation, mostly. My brother seems to fall closer to the cousins than to myself and my parents. Can't wait to be rid of him for a while again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided summer sucks in comparison to shorter school breaks like Christmas and spring break. Everyone gets to encapsulated in doing their own thing that it feels nowhere as cohesive and is simply not as fun. Although I do love the chance to get back into umpiring. Even that is kind of annoying when I realize that the work I am doing and my upward movement in the organization could all be forgotten once I stop coming home every summer. Which could be after this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. At the same time I realize that I am enjoying Camp less than in years past, the only thing I can think about is introducing another to the experience. It would be incredibly different to bring someone, but I have decided it would be much better? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been good at living in the moment. Which I think helps me considerably professionally, but isn't the most fun trait currently in other ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-3071565150046338358?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3071565150046338358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=3071565150046338358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3071565150046338358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3071565150046338358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-letter-words.html' title='Four Letter Words'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-7037534577761475038</id><published>2009-06-03T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:23:11.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Sucks</title><content type='html'>So far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No job, just parents hassling me extensively every day about trying to get one and failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less fun. Less adventure. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-7037534577761475038?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7037534577761475038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=7037534577761475038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/7037534577761475038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/7037534577761475038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-sucks.html' title='Summer Sucks'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-8182744712038323141</id><published>2009-06-02T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:49:57.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crystal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umpiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Fake Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've blogged. That is the duration of my happiness, basically. Now that I am in a foul mood I can return to the medium with a proper amount of angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs020.snc1/4539_1155421159152_1036380627_30753388_2488511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 302px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs020.snc1/4539_1155421159152_1036380627_30753388_2488511_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visiting Katie in Santa Barbara was fantastigreat. I spent around 5 days in the sun/fog enjoying both her and her friends. The meeting of the parents went pretty well (duh) and I felt like a part of her friend group surprisingly easily. I guess I have been well-trained for hanging out with a bunch of semi-obnoxious girls. Plus, I keep discovering that Katie and I have more in common than I thought. Basically our families are near identical matches for each other, just shifted a little older. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice relief to have the (stretched out) visit go well, too. The first half hour after I arrived was definitely a little weird, if only to be seeing her outside of DC. It was sort of like we both had no idea what we were supposed to be doing and couldn't tell if the other person was the same off-campus. Luckily we got past that and had a blast for the next five days. Which I spent pretty much all of in her presence without tiring of her. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also shitty due to the whole her-going-abroad-all-of-next-year thing. But I'm not thinking about that yet. Or so I keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for her to come up here in a couple weeks and see how she fits in with you all. Will be interesting to watch, at least. (CS2 knows how true this is for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SiTZUbm_odI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fPfV2J9oDjo/s1600-h/IMGP0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SiTZUbm_odI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fPfV2J9oDjo/s320/IMGP0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342634003000173010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Umpiring has been weird this year. There's an old umpire saying, which is that people expect you to, "be perfect on day one and keep getting better." I missed over half of the season, which is normally the time when everyone is working out kinks. Now I am still in that stage of slight discomfort with my mechanics and inability to focus while everyone else is geared up for the post-season. I have a couple more games this week, then a week off before the important games start. Hopefully I can get both the physical and mental stuff worked out before then and rock out when the time comes. This may be the first time I've ever had any doubts that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for everyone to be home. Good luck on your finals and (quick!) trips home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-8182744712038323141?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8182744712038323141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=8182744712038323141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8182744712038323141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8182744712038323141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/06/fake-summer-vacation.html' title='Fake Summer Vacation'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SiTZUbm_odI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fPfV2J9oDjo/s72-c/IMGP0826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-5158417133569436453</id><published>2009-05-15T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:13:36.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crystal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>What 2nd Semester Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post is a follow up to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-2nd-semester-will-have-been-being.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my predictions weren't great, but they weren't terrible either. Not too shabby overall, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While a full class schedule and an internship three days a week was definitely quite a bit to handle, I got through it with minimal damage to my GPA. Learned some new skills because of it too, chief among them being how to function on 5-6 hours of sleep a night. Important for someone in my (hopeful) line of work! The internship was a high point though, not a low one as I had predicted. Ended up being that work days weren't hard to wake up for and I really enjoyed myself. I was right that I would make plenty of connections, but way off on the cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sg0xQGVKwfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YY4V7R3Tphs/s1600-h/Nate+and+RJK_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sg0xQGVKwfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YY4V7R3Tphs/s320/Nate+and+RJK_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335975286150971890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I thought I would be on the low end of the cynical spectrum in the office, it was probably the other way around. Most of the staff wasn't very transparently political and focused on the hard work of their substantive jobs. The amount they actually cared about sappy letters I occasionally passed on to them was quite a bit more than I would be able to show. I think it may have done the opposite of what I thought it would and made me want to be in politics more, but definitely on the campaign side where I am free to be a bit more emotionally detached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jaded-ness definitely occured, at least a little bit. By the second half of the internship I didn't get excited to speak with the Congressman on the phone or walk through the winding basement of the Capitol. By my last week I was a bit more into the coolness of it all, as I reminded myself to take it in before my ID got taken away and I no longer had access. Might be a while before I have it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very correct that I would have a fun spring break, without seeing too many people for much of it. The dual C.S.s made my week a blast. And yeah, I'm getting bored out of my mind waiting for people to return home and looking for a job. Hoping I find one soon. The prospect of a Santa Barbara trip sometime soon is also going to remove some boredom. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of surprised that I errored a little bit on predicting my keeping in touch patterns. Had quite a bit less communication with Cupertino people than during first semester. I guess a lot less contact with GW people too. Just too busy to keep up the same level of chit chat as before. Still miss you guys though and am really looking forward to your shitty quarter system schools ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester made me realize a bit how much I enjoy delving into classes. First semester I had a lot of fun (looking back) actually doing the huge reading assignments for my poli sci class, going through dense articles for interesting tidbits. This semester pretty much everything I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do got blown off, and I miss the amount of secondary learning I got before. Still got through classes okay, which makes me wonder how people who are getting Cs in these classes manage to fail at life so hardcore. Not like I'm a hard sciences guy or something that requires actual thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I changed? Yes. Pretty much no doubt in my mind that I am a (slightly) different person than before. I am both more confident in my professional abilities and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sg0xp29iVII/AAAAAAAAAFY/zSrH5rE4-TA/s1600/PICT4512.JPG"&gt;more mature&lt;/a&gt;. Working in an office (even if it wasn't the most serious one on the Hill) has helped me tone down some of the crap when I need to, while not excluding it from my personality as a whole. I was very glad to see that doing well at MV and GW has translated into being able to work well. This internship definitely hasn't harmed my ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sg0xdQHX2RI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ee1EsVT1jqg/s1600-h/PICT4494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sg0xdQHX2RI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ee1EsVT1jqg/s320/PICT4494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335975512115763474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that brings me to the other obvious change, to me. I don't know what all I will have learned from Katie by the end of everything, but I know it'll be interesting and probably quite a lot. At least I'll have some stories, no matter what. Right now isn't the easiest time ever, but I was happier (and busier) for the last month of school than I had been in a long time, and I think that's worth some hardship. Especially when that pain can be anesthetized by a few hours in the car (e.g. sb trip mentioned above). I feel like this summer will be different personally than I would have predicted a couple months ago. Hope it's not a bad decision to pursue this and not other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again, something needs to pierce my ego. Maybe I'll fail to find a job this summer. Maybe I'll just read this in the morning and that will do the trick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-5158417133569436453?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5158417133569436453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=5158417133569436453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/5158417133569436453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/5158417133569436453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-2nd-semester-was.html' title='What 2nd Semester Was'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sg0xQGVKwfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YY4V7R3Tphs/s72-c/Nate+and+RJK_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-2930092919516574206</id><published>2009-05-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:00:01.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umpiring'/><title type='text'>What 2nd Semester Will Have Been Being</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post was written in &lt;a href="http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-should-be-more-rap-songs-about.html"&gt;the early morning hours of January 4th of this year&lt;/a&gt;, looking ahead to what I think this semester will have brought me by its end (now). The title is in future perfect progressive, as it describes the ongoing action of 2nd semester before the specified future time of what is now now. Make sense? Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a pretty hectic semester. Taking 5 classes and doing an internship a full three days a week probably wasn't the best idea I ever had. The internship started out looking really promising but after a few weeks really devolved into boring monotony. Yeah, I met some really great people and made good connections, but I'm not sure just how much I really want to go into politics as a career now. I have always been cynical but the staff's total detachment from anything at all personal was really something I might want to stay away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was killing myself to take full advantage of the opportunity worth it? I guess so. It's a great story to tell and if I can stand the people then the lifestyle the connections and skills I picked up are going to be pretty useful. Just knowing my way around the halls of Congress is pretty cool, although I have now been around it too much to be amazed by any of that. Maybe I am just as jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been way, way, way too long since I have gotten to spend time with friends from home. My mid-march spring break wasn't great for getting to see other people, although the few that I did made that week great. Thanks guys (and girl)! I can't wait for everyone to be home in a couple weeks and for summer fun to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who I have kept up with via the interwebs and cellular telephones are great and really are the ones who have let me keep going this semester. Big thanks to C, C, J, N, N, M, S (good luck these weeks!), and Z. Our assholic rants, deep thoughts, pep talks, chit chat, hilarity, bro talk, perspective, and amusement, respectively, have been my light. College friends are great, but are only so big in my life, while you all are much more of a rock. Please don't move away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be really weird to have a job this summer, along with everyone else. I hope no one picks anything too early in the morning that would interfere with late night antics. Thanksgiving and Christmas were needed breaks from school and I expect you all to come through once again over the long summer. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is an easy prediction to make. No way this fails.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes went pretty well, but not quite as awesome as 1st semester. Spending so much time at the office didn't so much take away my time to do work as mentally exhaust me and make it so I couldn't do work as well. For how bad it could have been, this was really a pretty good result. Still means dropping the GPA from the resumé (rhymes!) but oh well, at least I have some real work experience to put on there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sacrifice of the internship was any umpiring I thought I could do while at school. Time to shake off the rust, get back out there, and have some fun. The ability to do games may be a breaking point in finding a job. If I can't be doing too much stuff, what is the point of doing any of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I changed? I don't really think so. I have a better grasp of my abilities and a bit more maturity when I choose to wield it, but I am the same person the vast majority of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have left out may be most telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look for a new post coming soon looking at how I did in my predictions and why. If you read this at all regularly then you probably know a lot of the answers yourself. Fill me in in the comments below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-2930092919516574206?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2930092919516574206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=2930092919516574206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2930092919516574206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2930092919516574206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-2nd-semester-will-have-been-being.html' title='What 2nd Semester Will Have Been Being'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4174354862883539457</id><published>2009-05-02T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:30:28.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>Quirks</title><content type='html'>I've been failing at blogging regularly, Some combination of being so busy and enjoying life too much to stop and blog about it. Yes, I am only interesting when I'm sad. Woe is me. But now I feel sick and just want to curl up in my bed instead of studying, so time to blog! GW has swine flu, too, so this could really be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been pretty damn crazy. Last day of classes was Tuesday, and I had a ton of stuff due that day, so I ended up staying up till past 4 on Monday night before getting up for my 8 am. Got everything done relatively well and turned in and all, so not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to get up extra early on Wednesday to go on a White House tour before heading in to work. Pretty cool place, but a pretty underwhelming tour. Just 6ish ceremonial rooms on the first floor of the east wing. Still glad I got the opportunity to do it through work, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was another fun day as I went into work specially to participate in the tradition of a private lunch for outgoing interns and the congressman they work for. Getting to eat in the Member's private dining room is a nice treat any day, especially when the conversation ends up lasting for over an hour and being very interesting. Add a photo op to the day and it was a nice penultimate day of being on the Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day or work on Friday certainly came with mixed emotions. Definitely chose the right time to leave, so I have time to study for finals over the next few days, but I really enjoyed the experience and the people in the office. Always nice to get tons of recommendation offers on your way out the door, too. The internship has both reaffirmed my interest in politics and my desire to work on campaigns more than doing actual governing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things continue to be great with Katie, too, minus some drama with a mutual friend. Oh well, nothing can be perfect. The deadline 6 days from now certainly isn't, but it's the right choice for both of us. Expect a mopey me the first couple weeks of summer (not that most of you will be home anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout-out to C for being there and willing to talk about shit recently! Much appreciated. Giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4174354862883539457?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4174354862883539457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4174354862883539457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4174354862883539457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4174354862883539457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/05/quirks.html' title='Quirks'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-7497249606935490809</id><published>2009-04-21T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:37:41.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Se6e_hhDmeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UWep2252LX8/s1600-h/0421091603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Se6e_hhDmeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UWep2252LX8/s320/0421091603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327370223391840738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(only slightly creepy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-7497249606935490809?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7497249606935490809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=7497249606935490809' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/7497249606935490809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/7497249606935490809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Se6e_hhDmeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UWep2252LX8/s72-c/0421091603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4637993786020476646</id><published>2009-04-19T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:59:59.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><title type='text'>Less than three weeks left...</title><content type='html'>...so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another great weekend. It's nice to really be enjoying things here as the school year winds down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work continues to be pretty good, although I think this week is going to be pretty crazy. Everyone is back from recess and my Friday includes a tour to 75 middle school band geeks. Shoot me. Should still be a good experience though and busy days can be a lot of fun sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking some reading and picnic food to the Mall with Katie and Danielle to lounge in the beautiful amazing day on Saturday, before wandering over to the Jefferson memorial and enjoying the views of the tidal basin and city.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing shorts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having dinner in Georgetown and then wandering over to the Kennedy Center and wandering around on the roof there with Katie. Very nice views down the Potomac and across the city.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing sandals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not getting any work done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Pretty great, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am both looking forward to the summer and being with all of you again and having truly good times and lamenting the end of what has been a good freshman year. We'll see about sophomore year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4637993786020476646?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4637993786020476646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4637993786020476646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4637993786020476646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4637993786020476646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/04/less-than-three-weeks-left.html' title='Less than three weeks left...'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-6549536430280103771</id><published>2009-04-12T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:13:14.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>I had a great weekend. Relaxed and awesome. So many people were out of town for passover/Easter/Congressional recess that the whole city was sort of dead, especially on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Watchmen on Friday night. It is definitely long, obtuse, and complicated, but I enjoyed it overall. I think it helps to see it in an empty-ish theater so that people don't get mad when you whisper questions back and forth while squirming to find a new position for your long-ago-asleep ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also from Friday night. Correct me if I am wrong, but copious amounts of soy sauce don't belong on Chicken Pad See Eww, correct? I get it all the time without problem but this time it was drenched in the salty flavor blaster. Oh well, still okay enough to eat and enjoy the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night a group of us went to see the fireworks marking the end of the National Cherry Blossom Festival. Got a nice viewing spot looking across a still tidal basin at the Jefferson Memorial, with the fireworks exploding right above. The reflections on the water of the lit monument and the array of fireworks above was like a postcard. Very sweet. Later, it was time to open my shrink-wrapped American Psycho Uncut Version DVD and give it a watch. No clue what they changed, but it's still an amazing movie. I always seem to forget at least a few random ass moments of greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was time for some quality family time. At 8 am after 4.5 hours of sleep. With two little girls under the age of 7. Hiking and picnicking. Still always nice to see some 2nd and 3rd cousins of mine and keep that connection going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this weekend sounds really lame when I type it out, but I assure you that it was really quite nice. I'm back into a work week about as tired as I left it, which means by the time I get to the end of it I will be hating myself with a passion. I just can't make myself sleep when there are more fun things I could be doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-6549536430280103771?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6549536430280103771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=6549536430280103771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6549536430280103771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6549536430280103771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/04/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-481082195122576957</id><published>2009-04-06T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:06:05.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><title type='text'>And they say I don't photograph well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SdrCzCIlT0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/FAggVVqFIB4/s1600-h/PICT4429_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SdrCzCIlT0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/FAggVVqFIB4/s400/PICT4429_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321780091693649730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the iPhoto retouch tool is fun to use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-481082195122576957?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/481082195122576957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=481082195122576957' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/481082195122576957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/481082195122576957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-they-say-i-dont-photograph-well.html' title='And they say I don&apos;t photograph well.'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SdrCzCIlT0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/FAggVVqFIB4/s72-c/PICT4429_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-5069366728722110240</id><published>2009-04-05T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:45:49.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my psyche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='registration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tourists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>It's hot and it's cold</title><content type='html'>This weekend was kind of terrible and kind of great. Yeah, one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was my class registration day for next Fall, which meant I had to get up and get on the computer at 7 am sharp to get classes I wanted. Spent a &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/Sdkqi_HIm8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/s4GBrBYqbXg/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;typically long time&lt;/a&gt; figuring out what to take and when, especially once upperclassmen filled up some of the cooler classes I was pondering. Well, anyway, I got up on time and got all the classes I planned to. Listed below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beginning Chinese&lt;/span&gt; - Decided to take the plunge and try learning a language that will actually be useful. The 4 days a week of classes is a little gross, but hopefully it goes okay. At least I know plenty of people who can give me tips? Might regret this a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intro to News Writing and Reporting&lt;/span&gt; - Excited for this. It's my first non-super-intro class in my planned minor, Journalism and Mass Communication. Going to be plenty of writing, but I think it will still be a pretty good class. This prof is supposed to be great but a hard grader, so we'll see how much I regret this choice later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20th Century Political Thought&lt;/span&gt; - Should be an interesting class at least. I'm such a political science nerd that I'm not too worried about it being too boring. Might end up being terrible if the prof is too existential about the whole thing, but I'll survive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;International Political Economy&lt;/span&gt; - Fulfilling the end of my international politics requirement and planning to never take anymore... I just don't give a shit. Combines that with econ which just makes it worse. Oh well. Professor supposedly makes it interesting and induces vibrant discussion, but I'm having trouble imagining that happening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introduction to Sampling&lt;/span&gt; - The most politically relevant stats class I could find. I'm enjoying my intro stats course well enough, so I'm hoping this continues that trend. Plus some good stuff for me to know for my planned career. Nice how that works out. Prof reviews are terrible but are mostly from intro courses and center on his thick accent, which doesn't generally bother me too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Squash!&lt;/span&gt; - Never played. Not sure I've ever actually seen a court in real life. I wanted to do something and this is what was the coolest sounding available thing in a workable timeslot. A couple hours a week learning to play and having fun sounds pretty good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Should be an interesting semester with more writing than I'll probably want to do. With Chinese four times a week and everything else I wanted to do I don't think I'll be able to have an internship stuffed into the schedule too. Maybe a campus part time job with random ass hours or something. Which brings me to another point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internship is still going pretty well. Due to other interns quitting early, I now work alone every day I'm there, which is a little annoying, but also kind of nice in a weird way. The small difference in the amount getting done without them is kind of pathetic in terms of how little they actually got done. I also don't understand what I did first semester. I'm working 3 days a week and still have time to get all my school work done and go to all my classes and such. I'm doing a tad more work on the weekends this semester, but not much. What the hell did I do during what must have been hours each day of completely free time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my first Capitol tour on Friday as well. Due to the influx of tourists (damn them always) for the National Cherry Blossom Festival and generally good weather, the official tour guides are all booked and I have to pick up the slack for our constituents. Did the training a week ago, which was very good, since my very first group had a wheelchair involved, meaning all the mobility-impaired access routes we learned for hours a week ago really came in handy. Only got lost looking for a wheelchair ramp once! Of course, I did that right as I ran into a friend from school who was randomly there, which was a little embarrassing. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know how I love random facts. Now I am required to know a bunch of them about the Capitol building. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love You, Man&lt;/span&gt; with some friends. It was okay. I laughed quite a bit during it, but by the end (especially the final scene) I was very ready to be done with it. Looking back I don't think I can remember a single joke from during it. Wonder if I would have laughed if other people around me weren't. That's okay though, 'cuz the social dynamics of the evening provided me with plenty of mental laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and today can pretty much be summed up in one word: research. Checked out 13 books from the library, most of them having been written in the 60s. Always a joy. Plenty of time spent on EBSCO and JSTOR too. Might be headed to the Library of Congress tomorrow after work to go through their microfilm of local papers in Georgia during the 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to chill with a semi-new friend last night after my brain officially turned off. I really like enjoying new people. It's such a nice little surprise. Plus it's fresh and I can recycle all my good stories again. Will be harder next year as I got assigned to the shitty dorm building full of anti-social singles across campus from everyone else. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm noticing more and more that I crave a social atmosphere. I used to think of myself as relatively introverted, but I'm seeing that that isn't really very true. Whether it's in a group or one-on-one I am just happier to be around people in general. At least I am conscious of it now, since then I can act to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon for this week is 25 pages of writing spread across two papers. The first (which I have been doing all the research for) covers the effects of apportionment changes in Georgia in the 1960s. The second is some theoretical international politics thing about solving global warming. I should combine them into a theory about black power overcoming carbon dioxide through balanced representation. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so crazy that 5 weeks from now I will be done with freshman year and back chilling at home. Ridiculous. Really need to figure out where to store/ship all my crap and what to do over the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-5069366728722110240?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5069366728722110240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=5069366728722110240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/5069366728722110240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/5069366728722110240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-hot-and-its-cold.html' title='It&apos;s hot and it&apos;s cold'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-835227718030659285</id><published>2009-03-26T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:15:30.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arjun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crystal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chery'/><title type='text'>Spring Break Wrap</title><content type='html'>Now that I finally have a few minutes, I can write a proper blog post! Break was busy, in a very good way. School this week has been busy, in a less good way. Still okay though, since I got through it intact and just in desperate need of some sleep (soon!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. It feels like I hung out with Neri and Arjun a month ago, but not less than two weeks have passed. I always forget just how funny Neri can be. It was a very nice respite from the boredom of having almost no one else home during my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I took some of that into my own hands by forcing Chery and Crystal to put up with me for a few days in so cal. (thanks) Even the solitary drive down really wasn't that bad. Good time to get mentally organized and catch up on music I had been wanting to listen to. Yes, my playlists are always pretty screwy, but that just makes them more fun. I even got to remind myself of some hilariously awesome teen movies from my childhood, &lt;a href="http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-do.html?showComment=1238096820000#c2098455941488804026"&gt;Neri&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly impressed by how much I liked both of their friend groups, which always provides a nice boost of faith in humanity. I didn't go down expecting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to like them, I just know I am generally a finicky person and it wouldn't have surprised me if we just didn't happen to mesh well at all. It does make me a little sad to notice how far away I am from everyone and that I am not likely to be visited much. I want to show off too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been nice to have people notice my (über-light) tan from break, probably from the beach trip. Plus their jealousy at me having gotten to go to a beach in the middle of March (and enjoy it). I need to remember to put on sunscreen before umpiring when I get home for the summer, otherwise I will probably burn to a crisp. And that would suck. Especially with whatever job/internship I end up having. Because of sleeves or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to register for Fall classes in about a week, and need to decide if I want a grueling schedule that allows me to have an internship easily along with it (so all schoolwork is crammed together—like this semester) or if I want to set one up that lets me relax some and blow off having an internship. I am leaning toward doing a repeat of the craziness of this semester, even though taking a language with it may be the straw that break me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does the friend group comfort last? It is still going strong now, but certainly won't be forever. A couple years? Through college? 10 year reunion? Always a network to fall back on? Questions, questions, interesting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing I have decided. Crystal could be a great politician. She's driven, image conscious, and capable of setting guidelines for herself. But a lot of people have that. The real thing she has going for her is an innate ability to make people feel special when they interact with her. It's what Bill Clinton could do (&lt;a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/politics/features/2008/07/clinton200807?currentPage=1"&gt;and can!&lt;/a&gt;) that served him so well ('til &lt;a href="http://www.lawrenceconnor.com/monica_lewinsky.jpg"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt;). It's often noted as the trait that sets true superstars away from those who rise just through persistent hard work. I think watching her work a crowd in 20 years could be a sight to see. Plus she's weird enough to keep some sanity when going through the daily grind of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had that. Would save me from having to be a workaholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-835227718030659285?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/835227718030659285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=835227718030659285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/835227718030659285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/835227718030659285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-wrap.html' title='Spring Break Wrap'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-6317406977746839167</id><published>2009-03-25T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:17:22.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To-do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/ScsBvrcxCQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Gi_7jpMxb-s/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/ScsBvrcxCQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Gi_7jpMxb-s/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317345703669860610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-6317406977746839167?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6317406977746839167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=6317406977746839167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6317406977746839167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6317406977746839167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-do.html' title='To-do'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/ScsBvrcxCQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Gi_7jpMxb-s/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-878894046412207994</id><published>2009-03-10T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:35:47.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>3 More Days</title><content type='html'>So excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My geology class, which I have a midterm in the day after break, has this crazy teacher. She is basically exactly what you would expect a large female geologist to look like. Yes, there is a bandanna. We now get our midterm online during break and can work on it all we want, but still come in and take it on the day after without any notes, so basically just regurgitating what we figured out earlier and then memorized. Seems dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also taking a history class about race and politics in the US since 1945. It strikes me almost daily in class how one-sided everything is. And no one ever says anything contrary. For example, we watched a video today all about the election of the first black mayor of Cleveland. It switches between blacks proclaiming his greatness and how he will understand their issues (95% of the black vote went to him) and whites skittishly admitting they want a white mayor (52% voted for him anyway). The music changes from inspiring to harsh, you can only hear the questioner against the whites, and even the lighting makes the white people look like terrible human beings. The black people railing against the whites for voting against him for being black need to look in the mirror and ask why they are really voting for him. No candidate gets 95% of any demographic based on issue positions. Call it reverse-racism or whatever else you want, but it's just as dumb as the white bigots.&lt;br /&gt;(The one main difference I see between this and Obama is that this was a primary, whereas Obama won 95% of the black vote in the general, where at least 80% always goes to the Democrat anyway. Doesn't completely excuse it and it was definitely present in his primary too, but it's a little different to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone knows gays are the next up on the social rights agenda. Don't ask, don't tell will probably end in early 2010 and gay marriage will continue to progress (at a slow pace). What's next after fixing up the lives of the homosexuals? I'm hoping for some progress for those of us who don't believe in Him. The &lt;a href="http://b27.cc.trincoll.edu/weblogs/AmericanReligionSurvey-ARIS/reports/p1b_belief.html"&gt;most recent survey&lt;/a&gt; shows 2.3% (and growing!) of the nation agrees, which makes it statistically equivalent to the gay population in the US. Hard to pursue an agenda with such an unfocused group and few issues to easily solidify around. I'll take a crackdown on churches flaunting tax exemption laws and advocating politics illegally and a decrease in the amount of religion seen in public ceremonies to start. Wouldn't mind taking 'under God' (back) out of the pledge. Quite a few other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;open&lt;/span&gt; atheist as a serious presidential candidate sometime in my life. Hopefully I'll be running his/her campaign. Should be fun to figure out how to assure Florida s/he isn't going to sell them to the devil for extra sex and drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering about the history of it, there has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; Member of Congress ever who was openly atheist. His name is &lt;a href="http://www.house.gov/stark/"&gt;Pete Stark&lt;/a&gt; and he is currently serving in the House representing the area around from &lt;a href="http://www.house.gov/stark/contact/thirteenth.htm"&gt;Alameda down to Fremont&lt;/a&gt;. We have a ways to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI Predictions (7/9 so far):&lt;br /&gt;Out: Michael, Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;Close: Jorge, Anoop&lt;br /&gt;Surprise: Judges pick eliminated contestant out of bottom 2/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-878894046412207994?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/878894046412207994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=878894046412207994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/878894046412207994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/878894046412207994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-more-days.html' title='3 More Days'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4303311382301382219</id><published>2009-03-04T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:29:19.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>I Left My Heart in San Francisco</title><content type='html'>I just read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nation-Fire-America-Wake-Assassination/dp/0470177101"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; by Clay Risen (who is speaking in my history class tomorrow) about the riots after King's assassination. Most interesting fact: San Francisco, knowing that rioting was likely the night after it happened, paid James Brown to give a concert that would be broadcast on TV and keep the blacks home watching it instead of out and rioting. Absolutely genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping that after spring break I am good at being a student again. I think I'm learning what it's like to be stupid. How scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of spring break... 9 days. Excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/nateperkins/status/1277408128"&gt;predictions&lt;/a&gt; failed me once again. 2/3 is not acceptable. I will do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Join Twitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4303311382301382219?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4303311382301382219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4303311382301382219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4303311382301382219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4303311382301382219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-left-my-heart-in-san-francisco.html' title='I Left My Heart in San Francisco'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-8719046099588465061</id><published>2009-02-27T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:03:10.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umpiring'/><title type='text'>Riveting</title><content type='html'>Why is it that books always become more exciting with about 50 pages left? I'm not talking only about novels here either. How can a non-fiction book or how-to guide so consistently make you want to rush through the last 50 pages and finish it? Is it just the desire to be done? Is it a mental reaction to feeling only that many pages in your right hand left to read? Is it conditioned into everyone (or just me?) from reading novels that have a reason to be exciting during this part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massages are great. This has always been my opinion, probably moreso than most of you losers who only think that you like massages. I have, however, never had a professional one, only fake ones by friends and family. That has changed. My back had been sore all week and I got around to looking up reviews of local places on Yelp and it turns out there is a great place a couple blocks away, so I decided to go for it. Half hour appointment. The guy, who was unique(!) but good at his job, ended up working on me for over an hour and then trying to give me more of a discount. Basically amazing. When I am old and not poor, this is so a luxury I am going to take advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try acupuncture sometime too. Just not at a sketchy place. Not sure if non-sketch places exist. Plus how much does it cost? One of you must know/have a family member who does it for a living. Haha. Not you Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C thinks my fashion tips to her are amusing and that I should put them up here. They're so obviously correct I don't know if I should bother with typing them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My American Idol predictions hit a bump this week with only 2/3 correct. Underestimated America's musical taste in not voting for joke guy whose name I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickies:&lt;br /&gt;School: Midterms last week. Midterms next week. Meh. I was annoyed with my A- in comparative politics. Should have just taken that AP test and seen if I could pass it. Bleh. Geology sucks. My professor has this verbal tic where she ends most sentences by almost-yelling "OKAY?" History also sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: Has its ups and downs. With the stimulus done and a little bit less legislative craziness, we are having to send out a ton of letters, responding to all the comments about the stimulus (and random abortion crap). So some days it's basically dealing with letters all day, and that blows a little. Other days it's very interesting and I have a variety of tasks thrown at me and get to wander around the Capital grounds and get myself lost and found and such. Plus I got a new boss two weeks ago and he is starting to utilize me more since I actually know what I am doing (most days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball: Definitely want to do more umpiring this season, and have to figure out how to work that out along with a work schedule. It's exciting to see the umpire message boards start to come alive as the season starts. Always a fun time of the year. Also have to decide if I want to teach again this year for a week over the summer. Once again with possible job conflicts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: Who the **** knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books: [May as well finish where I started for some cyclical good karma or whatever.] Finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telling Lies&lt;/span&gt; today, which was a pretty interesting exploration of approaches to discovering lies. Very technical and odd in some parts. Written by the guy who inspired the new tv show Lie to Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-8719046099588465061?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8719046099588465061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=8719046099588465061' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8719046099588465061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8719046099588465061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/02/riveting.html' title='Riveting'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-6021038654821883538</id><published>2009-02-21T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:42:00.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in a rut</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Just not feeling it right now. Not at all. My entire body is achy, I've been bored all night, and I really need to fix this and make sure it won't be a pattern. Shift back to week-1 Nate, not present-day Nate. If this becomes a pattern then I'm pretty much screwed for a good long while. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-6021038654821883538?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6021038654821883538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=6021038654821883538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6021038654821883538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6021038654821883538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuck-in-rut.html' title='Stuck in a rut'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-8797822954460441326</id><published>2009-02-17T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:27:13.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><title type='text'>Not Spellchecked</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't written a real blog post in almost a month, but since you are probably just finishing up that one, I figure I am not too terrible. Yes, I did steal this form of joke straight from anything talking about Benjamin Button. Which I still haven't seen because the world &lt;strike&gt;hates&lt;/strike&gt;loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's fair to say a lot has been going on since then. It might be monotonous, but its a lot in terms of sheer tonnage. Work has been going well. I have gotten to the point where I know what to do with almost anything that is sent along to me, which cuts down on having to ask questions and is a nice feeling. Still some random things I don't know though. Getting lost in the basement of the Capitol is always good for a few minutes of fun before running into a police officer who knows the magical way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a big week. With all the stimulus action happening, it was not exactly a breeze, but still quite a bit of fun. Always more enjoyable to work when you feel needed. Thriving under pressure is always what I have felt I do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is... school. None of my classes are very interesting. The one upper-level course I am taking along with my slew of requirement-satisfiers blows chunky vomit. It's sad too, since Race and Politics in the US is a very interesting topic, especially right now. Professor just can't get it together and actually teach anything. Seems to be geared more toward history majors who want to sit around and ruminate on the finer points of the irony of the fall of the first reconstruction being paired with the increase in competence of pre-elected black officials. Sounds like a barn-burner, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading quite a bit in free time, trying to power through books on my book list. Feel free to check it out over on the right. After &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team of Rivals&lt;/span&gt; took me forever and a half to finish, it's nice to speed through some books on other topics. I'm also finally getting back to my high-school norm of reading at least two books for pleasure at any one time in addition to my assigned reading. Yes, it is extremely nerdy. Yes, it is very fun. Yes, this is a large part of how I know so much random crap. For all you comm and psych majors, I highly recommend the Luntz book on the 2nd list, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words That Work&lt;/span&gt;. It's written from a right-wing perspective, but contains plenty of fascinating evidence of how our minds interpret different phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to break out of some of my wholesome dorkiness, partly through music. The famed Music Thread is providing a lot of listening for me lately, and I have been trying to listen to everything that comes across it at least once. I am not quite succeeding in full, but am doing a lot better than I ever did before, so I'm happy. Plus today I got hooked on some old Michael Jackson stuff for some reason. Caused nostalgia about the 2001 Anniversary concert for him and that led to reminiscing about 6th grade and the ridiculousness that was that year (hi Kathy, hehe). Plus downloaded some MJ for fun listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this theory. We're all a lot more nerdy than we let on (or think we let on, at least). I feel like the internet has created a generaiton of people with asocial habits that they hide from their social life at all costs. Or at least partially. Okay maybe this isn't a theory but just a random thought that is terribly developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that a de-friend button should exist in real life and act instantaneously. Would be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been failing pretty consistently at getting an adequate amount of sleep. Although really all its done to me now is shift how much sleep I need downward. I can easily survive a day on six hours now, and sleep in less on weekends even after long nights. Which is why I can be writing this after midnight, without having showered yet, when I have work tomorrow morning. Irresponsible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited for Spring Break. Even though I won't get to spend much time with most of you losers who all have vacation the week after me. At least I will get to chill extensively with some people. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some housekeeping&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Safe: Danny, Alexis, Michael&lt;br /&gt;Barely out: Ricky, noop, Tatiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not Taylor Swift, don't try to sing her songs. Miley Cyrus, Stevie Wright, and anyone else, this is for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-8797822954460441326?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8797822954460441326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=8797822954460441326' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8797822954460441326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8797822954460441326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-spellchecked.html' title='Not Spellchecked'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-109622043784601545</id><published>2009-02-16T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:49:22.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read This</title><content type='html'>Read the &lt;a href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-height-of-this-place.html"&gt;whole thing&lt;/a&gt;, it's fascinating. One key passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;China is a prime example of where these trends are coming together. It has more Internet users than any other country, at nearly 300 million, and more than 600 million mobile users — 600 million! Twenty-five years ago, Apple launched the Mac as "the computer for the rest of us." Today, the computer for the rest of us is a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that every fellow citizen of the world will have in his or her pocket the ability to access the world's information. As this happens, search will remain the killer application. For most people, it is the reason they access the Internet: to find answers and solve real problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ongoing challenge is to create the perfect search engine, and it's a really hard problem. To do a perfect job, you need to understand all the world's information, and the meaning of every query. With all that understanding, you then have to produce the perfect answer instantly. Today, many queries remain very difficult to answer properly. Too often, we force users to correct our mistakes, making them refine their searches, trying new queries until they get what they need. Meanwhile, our understanding of the interplay between high-quality content, search algorithms, and personal information is just beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should a user have to ask us a question to get the information she needs? With her permission, why don't we surf the web on her behalf, and present interesting and relevant information to her as we come across it&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-109622043784601545?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/109622043784601545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=109622043784601545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/109622043784601545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/109622043784601545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/02/read-this.html' title='Read This'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4135222410613729500</id><published>2009-01-27T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:36:43.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of a white... Holocaust Memorial Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SX_t8sPp3-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vDLizCUyyP4/s1600-h/PICT4400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SX_t8sPp3-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vDLizCUyyP4/s400/PICT4400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296213313735745506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice view out my window this morning. I think we ended up getting a little over an inch, but it's not like I am good at knowing how much snow there has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alternate campus a few miles away where I have stats this semester was pretty pretty: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SX_uvDYfHcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o_u2zMoYXSw/s1600-h/0127091557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SX_uvDYfHcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o_u2zMoYXSw/s400/0127091557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296214178940263874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4135222410613729500?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4135222410613729500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4135222410613729500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4135222410613729500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4135222410613729500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming-of-white-holocaust-memorial.html' title='Dreaming of a white... Holocaust Memorial Day?'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SX_t8sPp3-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vDLizCUyyP4/s72-c/PICT4400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4518257744902333722</id><published>2009-01-26T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:20:05.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotatious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mrhiggins.net/algebra2/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 317px;" src="http://mrhiggins.net/algebra2/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/smile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop sending happy emoticons about a shell of a life&lt;br /&gt;-S&lt;/blockquote&gt;A little sassy don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4518257744902333722?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4518257744902333722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4518257744902333722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4518257744902333722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4518257744902333722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/01/quotatious.html' title='Quotatious'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-3533227058663233832</id><published>2009-01-23T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:14:21.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Era</title><content type='html'>So minus the shitty update of Sunday evening, I haven't updated this thing since I got settled in back at school for semester #2. Like I mentioned before, it really is a little weird to be back. I still can't quite put my finger on it but my relationships with some people here have definitely altered. Wonder if it's because of not caring about each other over break. Doesn't really matter what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SXKVJRdluhI/AAAAAAAAHzg/1kggISDx61c/s400/scam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SXKVJRdluhI/AAAAAAAAHzg/1kggISDx61c/s400/scam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forgive me if I sound a little emo right now. I haven't quite ridded myself of everything I was exposed to at a &lt;a href="http://postsecret.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt; event I attended tonight. Frank Warren, the creator of it, came here on his tour of college campuses to give his presentation and hold a bit of open discussion. First things first, his voice is creepily annoying. It's sort of a cross between kindergarten teacher and psychiatrist with extra fake happiness inserted in there somehow. Now okay, whatever, doesn't really matter, but it combined with his permanent smile made me think he was faking all emotion and really some depressed dude. Kind of threw me off the whole time. The discussion time was different than I thought it would be. I guess I should have expected a self-selected audience of 1,500 to include those willing to share dark secrets, but it still seems weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might just be me, but hear me out on this. Writing/drawing/arting the fact that you almost killed yourself onto an anonymous postcard for the world to see as a vehicle of expression makes sense. You release it and it's out there but still your secret in all practical ways. Standing up in a theater of 1,500 peers and half-sobbing through a story about almost killing yourself makes a lot less sense. Yes, you get it out there, but it's no more effective than just telling people you see on the street or in class or whatever. Loses a lot of its luster for me. I'm sure it helps people somehow, but it also seems to be a huge attention-grabbing thing. But then again that's the main reason behind most half-assed suicide attempts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren also repeatedly extolled the virtues of a toll-free suicide hotline (1-800-SUICIDE) and how it has saved tons of lives. Sounds like a good idea and there is no reason to be against it, but the political scientist inside of me questions his data. How many people who decide to call in to a hotline like that actually want to kill themselves? Not very many. People who call in want to be talked out of it and will take any excuse to get out of it. Where do you think all the "I was going to kill myself but the cashier smiled at me so I didn't" stories come from? People who actually want to die just do it, they don't make calls and talk about it in filled theaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do respect the one brave guy who stood up and defended suicide as a courageous move. Not something to be supported necessarily but also not something to be labeled as illogical behavior. My argument against suicide is that it doesn't really get me anything. Either there is an afterlife and I just spiked any chance at heaven I ever had by committing the ultimate sin of ending myself, or there isn't and I am just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; now. I guess being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; could have its advantages when looked at from the depths of depression, but it's just so un-American to not think you have another shot. Unless doctors have given you a death sentence or something similar. Then sell your house and have fun traveling until it gets too painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does scare me how many people I have known in my life have contemplated or tried to kill themselves though. It's nice that they are all failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not sure I understand the current obsession society has with letting go of secrets. Secrets aren't unhealthy. It's how you know you have a grasp on life. Every time Warren referred to the "inner darkness" (his kindergarten-esque euphemism for suicidal thoughts) and how sharing releases it I wanted to ask why we want our outer world to be more dark. Also the bullshit that is him referring to stories from his past that he has told thousands across the country as secrets. No dude, those are shitty anecdotes you use to help sell books, not secrets. Also constantly calling himself an artist. Sure dude, in the broadest sense you are, but have a slice of humble pie once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like a motivational speaker but instead of motivating one from being average to being great, he was attempting to move people from being terrible to acceptable. Not exactly inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this way-too-long section with two poems from Amiri Baraka:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;big&gt;Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately, I've become accustomed to the way&lt;br /&gt;The ground opens up and envelopes me&lt;br /&gt;Each time I go out to walk the dog.&lt;br /&gt;Or the broad edged silly music the wind&lt;br /&gt;Makes when I run for a bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have come to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, each night I count the stars.&lt;br /&gt;And each night I get the same number.&lt;br /&gt;And when they will not come to be counted,&lt;br /&gt;I count the holes they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody sings anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last night I tiptoed up&lt;br /&gt;To my daughter's room and heard her&lt;br /&gt;Talking to someone, and when I opened&lt;br /&gt;The door, there was no one there...&lt;br /&gt;Only she on her knees, peeking into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her own clasped hands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday in B-Flat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 I can pray&lt;br /&gt;all day&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; God&lt;br /&gt;wont come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 But if I call&lt;br /&gt;     911&lt;br /&gt; The Devil&lt;br /&gt;     Be here&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;        in a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SXq7XAJYZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OHUEsTnV3Nw/s1600-h/PICT4357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SXq7XAJYZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OHUEsTnV3Nw/s320/PICT4357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294750315778172418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inauguration day was ridiculous. Make sure that some time in your life you make an effort to get out to an event with a gargantuan crowd. Simply having 1.8 million other people alongside you creates incredibly energy. Standing around in the cold for a few hours to see 20 minutes of an acceptably good speech (more on that in a bit) isn't the most fun thing in the world, but being there for history really is great. I can't wait to tell my kids (and grandkids) that I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around 8 am and got up to the third jumbotron back in the non-ticketed area, which was close enough for a pretty good view of the capitol, even if we couldn't really see any of the people upon it. The screen worked pretty well for that. I can't believe they screwed up the oath. Only in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favorite moments from the speech:&lt;br /&gt;1) "We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers."&lt;br /&gt;For what I think has been pointed out as the first time in a major presidential speech, atheists are included. I also love the fact that he didn't use a bible at his second swearing in. Go go Obama!&lt;br /&gt;2) "As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals."&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the line that is going to resonate from this speech throughout his term and maybe history. It so perfectly encapsulates his world view as being more than black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned above, I didn't think it was the greatest thing he's ever done, but it fit the moment well. A speech full of lofty rhetoric would not have suited a moment where he was calling on the country to come together not to succeed but to not fail (kind of like an appropriate application of Warren's fucked logic, in a way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put this list together for S, but thought some of you might be interested. The biggest speeches of Obama's career in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUV69LZbCNQ"&gt;2002 Anti-War&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWynt87PaJ0"&gt;2004 Keynote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdJ7Ad15WCA"&gt;Announcement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tydfsfSQiYc"&gt;JJ Dinner&lt;/a&gt; +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqoFwZUp5vc"&gt;Iowa&lt;/a&gt; ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWe7wTVbLUU"&gt;Race&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gI3FLN1t8j0"&gt;St. Paul&lt;/a&gt; +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZCrIeRkMhA"&gt;DNC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jll5baCAaQU"&gt;Election Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjnygQ02aW4"&gt;Inauguration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For anyone wondering, no we are not a "post-racial" nation. We're improving little bit by little bit, but we have a long way to go. &lt;hr /&gt; My internship and classes have both been progressing without too much of an issue. My internship feels shorter than it is, which is very nice. I was worried going in that the end of every day would be constant staring at the clock mentally ready to leave. You know, the state I am in by the end of my packed Tuesday and Thursday schedules (8 am to 6 pm with a lunch break may not have been the best of ideas...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the internship, it's certainly not that I am getting to work on especially cool tasks, but more that I am understanding more every day of simply how the office works and how the Congressman's life is run. Pretty interesting stuff. Plus I get to go to plenty of cool places. Not every job lets you get lost for a while in the basement of the U.S. Capitol building while looking for a House committee room. I might be crazy to be doing this, but I think it may just pay off in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most interesting class this semester is my history course, covering "Race and Politics in the U.S. since 1945." We began with discussion of Obama and have now reversed course to cover Reconstruction. It can be a bit intimidating to be a white freshman in a class full of upperclassmen with a heavy sprinkling of African ancestry. Somewhat surprisingly enough, the most heated of dialogues have been between the black students and the students who happen to be black. They all need to read some &lt;a href="http://ta-nehisicoates.theatlantic.com/"&gt;Ta-Nehisi Coates&lt;/a&gt; and reflect. The biggest barrier for me in the class seems to be the touchy-feely approach of the professor. I am much more into the cynical motives behind the political actions than whether or not Lincoln actually cared about black people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes.com is amazing. At least so far. Free shipping and free returns for a year means shoe shopping is now a lot easier for me. Nothing like ordering five times as many pairs of shoes as I ever intended on keeping to make sure I got the right size and color. I like my new kicks. (Meher or Neri or somebody, come check that sentence to make sure I used my slang right!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get ahead on school stuff this weekend to keep from drowning in it (a 4-day weekend full of inaugural celebration didn't exactly lend itself to doing extra work). More than that I need to have random conversations with some of you I haven't talked to in a while. Don't fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I will try to not wait so long and hopefully stop myself from going on for six pages when I should be going to sleep instead. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I had decided I felt defrauded by Warren before I went to PostSecret and saw the perfect postcard waiting there to express my feelings about it. He did admit to putting a secret of his own in each of his books... maybe he does it on the site too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-3533227058663233832?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3533227058663233832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=3533227058663233832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3533227058663233832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3533227058663233832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-era.html' title='A New Era'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SXKVJRdluhI/AAAAAAAAHzg/1kggISDx61c/s72-c/scam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-6237410501356007237</id><published>2009-01-18T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:48:57.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew that was a long day</title><content type='html'>Woke up: 6:45 am&lt;br /&gt;Left: 7:15 am&lt;br /&gt;Concert: 2:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Home: 5:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and sore. Check out the pictures and videos on facebook if you want to see it from my view. Here are some press shots of the whole crowd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/gadgets/slideshows/839/slide_839_14898_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/gadgets/slideshows/839/slide_839_14898_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SXPNx0v-_qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zYwTr__KyiE/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SXPNx0v-_qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zYwTr__KyiE/s320/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292800242947653282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/gadgets/slideshows/839/slide_839_14891_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/gadgets/slideshows/839/slide_839_14891_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty good acts, even if the sound system was a little flaky. It was fun. Wish I could have shared it with you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-6237410501356007237?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6237410501356007237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=6237410501356007237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6237410501356007237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/6237410501356007237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/01/whew-that-was-long-day.html' title='Whew that was a long day'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SXPNx0v-_qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zYwTr__KyiE/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-2743134663598612639</id><published>2009-01-12T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:10:43.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arjun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inauguration 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='davis'/><title type='text'>Dddddavis (again)</title><content type='html'>Was fun. The trip up with Neri and Natalie, made longer by the traffic we ran into, was perfectly accompanied by a playlist of retro music from our childhoods--the kind of stuff everyone knows the lyrics too. Tons of fun to sit there and have the whole car singing along to some Blink 182.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night of Davis was pretty good. It was weird to be with some of the people there, but nice to see them again and get to catch up a bit and just plain hang out. Some great stories came from these hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second night of Davis was okay. The sketchy apartment put a bit of a damper on the fun, but Ryan had my back and was keeping me pretty well entertained (along with Natalie, but that was mostly inadvertent on her part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very quick drive home, this time with Arjun swapped in for Neri, went fine. Arjun is a good backseat sleeper, haha. Sad to say goodbye to everyone, but nice to spend a couple solid last days with them before leaving for a long while again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up before the sun is never fun, but when you get to catch up on the sleep a little on the plane it isn't so bad. Always nice to run into people you know in the airport who end up on your flight, as well. Lessens the boredom of waiting to board. And yes, large woman next to me, I did see you peeping my iPod screen while I was watching a movie on it. You are not sly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit odd to be back on campus and seeing everyone here again. Haven't quite figured out why it's so weird, but it is. If you amateur psychologists want to help me out, please do your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very excited for classes to start tomorrow. Very excited for my internship to start on Wednesday. Moderately excited for the inaugural festivities. The opening event at the Lincoln Memorial on Sunday before a lot of tourists get in may be especially great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to stop making New Years resolutions to work out more and lose weight. I prefer my gym mostly empty and easy to use, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-2743134663598612639?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2743134663598612639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=2743134663598612639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2743134663598612639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2743134663598612639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/01/dddddavis-again.html' title='Dddddavis (again)'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4001498029501054002</id><published>2009-01-06T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:28:22.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Bored... so bored...</title><content type='html'>Could you all come back from school for another week? k, thanks, great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I channeled some of my boredom into improving this space. Peruse the column to your right to see what I put together. Bunch of political stuff and books. Doesn't that just sounds like a lot of fun to be had??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4001498029501054002?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4001498029501054002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4001498029501054002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4001498029501054002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4001498029501054002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored-so-bored.html' title='Bored... so bored...'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-2820704012499355748</id><published>2009-01-04T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:21:49.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>There should be more rap songs about Helen Keller</title><content type='html'>For those of us on blogger, meaning pretty much all of us, there is a nifty thing I think we should take advantage of. On the Post Blog screen, if you select Post Options, &lt;a href="http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?hl=en&amp;amp;answer=41456"&gt;you can change the date of the blog post&lt;/a&gt;. If you set it to a future date, it will automatically post at that date. I am about to write one to show up at the end of the semester. It's like a mini time capsule of awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use some other service, there are probably similar things available to you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am too quick for cameras. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1153602&amp;amp;id=514438165&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30632957&amp;amp;id=1036380755&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1153761&amp;amp;id=514438165&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;. Notice the patten?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-2820704012499355748?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2820704012499355748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=2820704012499355748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2820704012499355748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2820704012499355748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-should-be-more-rap-songs-about.html' title='There should be more rap songs about Helen Keller'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-3734043386371843800</id><published>2009-01-01T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:50:21.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite a year</title><content type='html'>I think that this may be a year I remember for the potential of technology being realized. 2008, a year that lasted 366 days and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leap_second"&gt;1 second&lt;/a&gt; included a presidential campaign made possible by the fundraising power of the internet, an Olympics with more hours of broadcast online than on tv, and of course 573 new photos of me tagged on Facebook. We all know which of those three is most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I will remember 2008 as the year I graduated high school and began college. It really was a great year in that respect, as I had the joy of second-semester seniority, a relaxed summer, and a nice transition across the country for school. I would say that I am going to miss 2008, but I don't really see any reason why going forward won't be just as fun. I refuse to be one of those losers who thinks of high school as the best time of their life (props on this thought, Mr. J). Yeah, I will never again have the freedom I have experienced over the past year, as I start an internship in less than two weeks and expect to have a job over the summer from now on, but that's okay. It is the natural evolution of things. I love how easy it is to get together to do stuff at the spur of the moment (which &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/hotforwords"&gt;hotforwords&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; to do a segment on), thanks to both the technology of text messaging (get on board or be left behind, C) and the flexibility of those I surround myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big year for me personally as well. I feel more at home with my friends than I ever have before. Some of this definitely comes from leaving for school and discovering who I actually missed much. Some of it comes from the changes that have definitely occurred in who I hang out with regularly. These two holiday breaks so far have been pretty amazing, and I am glad that there is a nice group of people who enjoy each other and accept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a year ago you sat me down and told me I would be constantly hanging out with M, seeing this much of R, and actually getting to know C, I probably would have laughed a little and doubted your complete sanity. It's been great peeps, and we should keep it up, mmKay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It continues to fascinate me how much history people have. Knowing someone at the moment is really a lot different than knowing how they got there, and it often surprises me to hear about that path, even moreso when it comes straight from them. It's a nice change from petty drama to hear some reasonable backstory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the few '09ers I know make their own adjustments is a lot of fun as well. I think that MV was great for me, and has set me up quite well in terms of education. Seeing younger people who still hate it in the moment, and bond over that fact, makes me a little warm inside. Good to know the place hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to go from here? Well up of course. Silly. I have quite a variety of things I want to accomplish in 2009. The one that sits in the forefront of my mind currently is finding out whether or not I can take the grueling situation I have set up for myself next semester. I have always thought I liked being under pressure and now we'll see whether or not that is true in the long term. If it's not, it could throw quite a wrench in the works of my life plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to learn how to straight razor shave but I think I am going to put that off for some time when I have more money sitting around. Had not realized how expensive all that crap is! I'll substitute in the most cliché of resolutions and say I want to keep my weight. New Years Morning: 159.0. Good luck to me on that. Ugh, should have eaten more last night to artificially raise it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main non-professional goal is to keep up the friendships I have right now as well as develop new ones. As my new (technology reigns supreme once again) friend S mentioned, it is a daunting thing to talk to people you have seen around a lot but never had any sort of a real interaction with. That's something I need to get over post-haste and get to know the interesting people who I come in contact with. That all is less important than maintaining what I have now. This might be the first year where I am happier with what I have in terms of friends than what I could have. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S, I'm glad you have been enjoying our random conversations. They have been a nice release and I'm glad you like them and don't find them creepy. It's been fun for me too, and hopefully that will continue. If you can ignore the promiscuity of the host, you'll probably love the hotforwords link above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe people are already starting to pack up and leave to go back to school. I haven't seen some of you enough, but have seen everybody at least a little bit (I think!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is thinking about coming out to the east coast to visit this semester should make sure to keep me updated. Whether or not you come to DC, it's pretty easy for me to move around to other big cities on the right coast, so keep me in the loop, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I can't decide whether I like the whole first-letter way of referring to people on here. It alternately pisses me off and makes me giggle. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite hit a thousand words, so don't complain about this being long and wandering. Deal with the non-cohesiveness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-3734043386371843800?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3734043386371843800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=3734043386371843800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3734043386371843800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3734043386371843800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2009/01/quite-year.html' title='Quite a year'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-3801339342597311237</id><published>2008-12-26T23:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:01:28.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tut krew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>It's Good to be Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The title is from the end of a commercial I just heard. Can't remember what it was for. Bad marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been home for Thanksgiving not too long ago at all, this break doesn't have the same hurried must-hang-out-with-everyone-a-lot feel of the previous one, which is quite nice. A lot more relaxation mixed into the often fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things haven't changed since Thanksgiving. The group of friends I spend the most time with continues to evolve, and there are nice new connections being formed within that group. Always good &lt;a href="http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-things.html"&gt;to find new gems&lt;/a&gt; in the (not so) rough. I continue to be amazed at the depth of some people and how easy it is to completely overlook entire parts of personalities until they hit you in the face. Honesty is nice too. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I have been getting to cook more stuff lately. It's always fun to do when in the mood, and it's very therapeutic, especially when a good cooking partner is around to lend a hand. Plus it's a good life skill. Pros all around! Feel free to provide suggestions for me to cook next time I am around you. And be reasonably critical so it can improve. Honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good. We kept it to practical gifts within the family this year, which makes it a little boring on Christmas morning when opening up presents, but it definitely the way to go. Low key family time for a couple days is good as well. It was a very nice break to get to reunion with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tut krew&lt;/span&gt; ® on Christmas night and have some good times. You guys are great and I'm glad we've kept in touch pretty well so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am pretty sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; (NATALIE!) got me sick and am not feeling amazing. I've been upping my regimen of remedies to combat it so it isn't too bad yet, but it puts a little bit of a damper on the Christmas spirit (and the amazing tastes of the season). Hopefully I don't pass it along to anyone else, that would be annoying, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get on a more normal sleep schedule. My sleep times have ranged within 12:30-6:30 am to 9 am-2 pm. I think it's wreaking some havoc on my body, but I don't really want to modify anything enough to fix it. At least I get to set a new earliest wake up time tomorrow morning to go shopping for my final Christmas presents all the way in Gilroy... YAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-Do List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make more delectable dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Figure out New Years plans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get unsick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get out of the bad mood I was in all day today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-3801339342597311237?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3801339342597311237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=3801339342597311237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3801339342597311237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3801339342597311237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-good-to-be-home.html' title='It&apos;s Good to be Home'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-8296998208660795577</id><published>2008-12-17T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:18:52.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitioning</title><content type='html'>I'm glad to be going home tomorrow afternoon. Not exactly loving it here right now and truthfully a little woeful. It will be nice to have the firm demarcation of travel to get me back into good spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone and hanging out with everybody (including the east-coasters who weren't home for Thanksgiving)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course, 3 weeks before I transition back. Ready to tackle more work than I am probably ready for. Cheered again. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-8296998208660795577?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8296998208660795577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=8296998208660795577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8296998208660795577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8296998208660795577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/12/transitioning.html' title='Transitioning'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-5920795572258511709</id><published>2008-12-13T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:16:48.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eigth grade me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chery'/><title type='text'>Work Work Bork</title><content type='html'>I think that for the first time in my life I may be at a point where I want to do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester is going to be a bitch. A major bitch. I have an internship on the hill that I will be working full days at on Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays. Tuesdays and Thursdays are full of classes, lasting a little bit longer than a work day. Plus a after-dinner lab on Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily most of my classes next semester are pretty easy, with a lot of introductory courses that I skipped this semester to jump into higher-level work to see how I liked it. Even with that help, it's not going to be a breeze. Should be interesting to see how it works out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with how much of a bitch it's going to be, I am pretty excited for it. I feel like I got pretty lucky with my internship, and that it will be pretty rewarding. Plus when I go crazy and want to give up there are people to support me a little bit until I man up and take it. (M, this would be a good time to jump in with your favorite joke, connecting it to my 'taking it'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be some foreshadowing too. When I was interviewing, the SA asked what my dream job was. When I told him, he laughed a bit. I was a little surprised and expressed that to him. He explained that he couldn't imagine anyone wanting to kill themselves like that for so long. I &lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v256/167/66/1036380122/n1036380122_30420046_3884.jpg"&gt;smiled&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't decide whether I am better in group-of-friends situation or one-on-one. Opinions would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental (read: don't buy me this crap, or anything else. because then when I don't get you anything I feel bad. for a minute or two at least.) Christmas List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-A louder alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;-Some awesome yet reserved ties to SUIT UP (ht: Chery) with&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-5920795572258511709?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5920795572258511709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=5920795572258511709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/5920795572258511709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/5920795572258511709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/12/work-work-bork.html' title='Work Work Bork'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-4838113402433179710</id><published>2008-12-13T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:50:54.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, that's the one.</title><content type='html'>I love it when websites cover the intersection of a bunch of my interests. &lt;a href="http://www.logodesignlove.com/obama-08-logo-design-options"&gt;Read this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.logodesignlove.com/images/monograms/obama-08-logo-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as cool as the logo that was hidden behind the majority of their webpages but never really utilized visibly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SUQSBDcm00I/AAAAAAAAADw/0VhPfTwrwRc/s1600-h/ObamaCoolEagleLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SUQSBDcm00I/AAAAAAAAADw/0VhPfTwrwRc/s320/ObamaCoolEagleLogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279364472499524418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-4838113402433179710?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4838113402433179710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=4838113402433179710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4838113402433179710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/4838113402433179710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah-thats-one.html' title='Yeah, that&apos;s the one.'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SUQSBDcm00I/AAAAAAAAADw/0VhPfTwrwRc/s72-c/ObamaCoolEagleLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-2038775849236497209</id><published>2008-12-09T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:51:58.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Precipice</title><content type='html'>Things are going too well currently, something must be going to fail soon. Which do I want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing on my schedule for over a week. Must self motivate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-2038775849236497209?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2038775849236497209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=2038775849236497209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2038775849236497209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2038775849236497209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/12/precipice.html' title='The Precipice'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-1501468142961867635</id><published>2008-12-05T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:25:57.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things</title><content type='html'>It's always been amusing to me how very small things can determine entire relationships. From first impressions that decide who gets talked to and how, to subconscious perceptions of people that change the way others act toward them. To random coincidence and luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it nice to know that there are tons of other people out there who you just simply haven't become friends with yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even just looking at the MV '08 population, a pretty small sample size, but nowhere near depleted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-1501468142961867635?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1501468142961867635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=1501468142961867635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/1501468142961867635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/1501468142961867635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-things.html' title='The little things'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-7901812035598189335</id><published>2008-12-03T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:31:14.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia Study Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamashei.blogspot.com/2008/12/cringe.html"&gt;Crystal wrote&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"post a &lt;strong&gt;memory&lt;/strong&gt; of me as a comment for this entry.&lt;br /&gt;it can be anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;maybe your first, maybe your favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; post this to your journal and see what people remember of you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it. It will be a nice occasional distraction to read what pops up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-7901812035598189335?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7901812035598189335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=7901812035598189335' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/7901812035598189335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/7901812035598189335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/12/nostalgia-study-break.html' title='Nostalgia Study Break'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-1271697542328050026</id><published>2008-12-01T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:47:11.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Given</title><content type='html'>Was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about ending it there but figured I would put in a little bit more at least. Or maybe even a lot. We'll see, won't we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very nice to get home on Saturday and have a couple off days with the family before everyone else got home. My parents probably would have killed me if I didn't spend those days with them before hanging out with people semi-continuously for the next 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Friday early morning shopping with Meher, Crystal, Chery, and Andy was some fun. Not sure how great an idea it was to stay up until 6:30 after Thanksgiving dinner and all, but it worked out. Even if we only got to watch half of Sex and the City before sleepiness pervaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulina, thankee much for your assistance Friday night. Life saver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, it was nice driving all over the Cupertino hills with you trying to find people and chatting. I'm glad I made you ride with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, you are more of a man than I will ever be. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with specific rememories (hate). Especially because Meher was around for every one of them. Stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing to see everyone, and to see how some people have changed. I'm impressed with how much of a difference no one (sorry ChinChin) having curfews makes on the flow of the night. Or maybe just trying to pack everything into a short time. Either way, late night fun is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in chilled DC, and happy to be here in truth, since it really does feel like home. Can you all move your asses out here. Mmkay, thanks. Before Thanksgiving I was definitely missing some people more than others (obviously) with some people falling into categories I didn't completely understand myself. I think this break helped me digest that all a bit and understand a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v833/73/96/1036380755/n1036380755_30605373_2221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v833/73/96/1036380755/n1036380755_30605373_2221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas and the rest of the east coasters coming home is going to be mmm mmm good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-1271697542328050026?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1271697542328050026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=1271697542328050026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/1271697542328050026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/1271697542328050026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-given.html' title='Thanks Given'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-2812092219577016249</id><published>2008-11-24T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:59:26.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>It's a weird feeling to be home. Especially when I'm pretty much the only one around. I'm not used to the whole "structured life" thing that my parents live with a normal work schedule and responsibilities and all. I'm excited for when others start to arrive home over the next couple of days. It will definitely make it more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to drive my car around has been some fun, but I am realizing that I really do enjoy not having to worry about car/gas stuff at all when in DC. Walking and metro is just so reliable and cheap. Would probably still occasionally need a car if I lived there full time though. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited a couple teachers at MV today, which was some fun. Recktenwald is weird and ADD to the extreme. Good to know nothing has changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-2812092219577016249?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2812092219577016249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=2812092219577016249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2812092219577016249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2812092219577016249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-2335014150936879191</id><published>2008-11-18T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:25:14.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick a Jacket Any Jacket</title><content type='html'>This whole cold weather thing is throwing me for a loop. I am in the market for a nice warm jacket and think I have it narrowed down to &lt;a href="http://www.landsend.com/pp/HoodedQuiltedDownJacket%7E174695_59.html?bcc=y&amp;amp;action=order_more&amp;amp;sku_0=::DLK&amp;amp;CM_MERCH=IDX_00007_0000000234_0000001030#"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.llbean.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/CategoryDisplay?categoryId=51590&amp;amp;storeId=1&amp;amp;catalogId=1&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;parentCategory=504722&amp;amp;feat=504722-tn&amp;amp;cat4=504714"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. The first has a hood and I think deals better with rain, while the second is cheaper and looks to seal around the neck a little better. Can't decide which reigns supreme. Or, you know, something else I overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably shouldn't be asking my other non-cold-experienced CA friends this, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Fly home in less than 4 days. Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-2335014150936879191?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2335014150936879191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=2335014150936879191' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2335014150936879191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2335014150936879191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/11/pick-jacket-any-jacket.html' title='Pick a Jacket Any Jacket'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-552386420649879427</id><published>2008-11-16T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:50:09.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Friday night was a fun one. Somehow three random german girls got added into our group for some of the night. Which brings up another point. Who here watches How I Met Your Mother? On a recent episode that a bunch of us here watched they did a bit talking about the 'Cheerleader Effect' where girls as a group are more attractive than any of them on their own. We all had a good laugh with this at the germans' expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep for a little while on the semi-nasty lounge couch was probably not very healthy... especially when still wet from walking home in the rain. At least the room as warm and I wasn't alone in my sleepiness, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Georgetown and saw Quantum of Solace last night. Meh. It's a good movie and all but nowhere near as good as Casino Royale. I'd wait for DVD unless you can get in cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making procrastination an art form, BUT get on the plane home in 6 days. Woooooot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-552386420649879427?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/552386420649879427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=552386420649879427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/552386420649879427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/552386420649879427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend.'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-3100057696452500790</id><published>2008-11-06T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:11:39.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Geeks Only</title><content type='html'>These were the races we were watching most closely after 9:34 PM when Ohio was called and the election was over. Nothing like some fun downticket watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senate&lt;br /&gt;NC - Thank God! (oops) Can't believe this ended up at 9 points, hot diggity damn!&lt;br /&gt;GA - Should be a fun run-off to watch, at least. Not going to go blue, but better to have some more election fun.&lt;br /&gt;MN - I honestly just don't give a ****. Franken wasn't going to be an asset anyway. Looks like it's going to be a recound, but with the optical scan ballots it's not going to be a Florida-esque shift in votes.&lt;br /&gt;OR - Now that they are finally counting some more western votes Merkley is going ahead. Good. I was going to be pissed. [I wrote this earlier in the day, I think some sites called it for Merkley now.]&lt;br /&gt;AK - Okay, I knew Alaska was stupid, but really? Really? Are you kidding me? Wonder if Palin will be able to **** up the inevitable special election once Stevens gets expelled. [Looks like there are more uncounted votes than we thought. Could still get Stevens defeated. Still though, Alaska, making it this close?!]&lt;br /&gt;NH - Okay, not much doubt about this, but her name is fun to say at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House (in alphabetical order for your pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;CA-04 - If McClintock holds on, which he probably will, I think it's going to be a bit of a wake-up call to the very complacent democratic grassroots in CA. Get off your asses please.&lt;br /&gt;CT-04 - Shays going down adds that nice final touch of blue to New England. ahhhh that feels good&lt;br /&gt;FL-16 - Only interesting to see the margin. Kind of surprised Mahoney only lost by 20. Time to see what Rooney can have sex with.&lt;br /&gt;LA-06 - Too bad, since Cazayoux was a rising star, but I guess that's what you get for winning in a Republican district in a once-in-a-decade backlash year.&lt;br /&gt;MN-06 - This is the one that I got most excited about when returns first started coming in. Only to have my dreams crushed. Bachmann would have been a nice trophy for the night.&lt;br /&gt;PA-12 - In the brother race to MN-06, Murtha held on as well so I guess it's a wash.&lt;br /&gt;VA-05 - Perriello finally pulled back ahead after being down most of the night. Goode winning would suck. Ads that negative deserve to be repudiated.&lt;br /&gt;WA-08 - This race didn't get much coverage, and Burner is already over performing, so I really doubt he will pull it off once they finish counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governor&lt;br /&gt;MT - I was happy to see Schweitzer's margin climb past 20. Going to be fun to watch him on TV some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propositions&lt;br /&gt;CA-1A - Maybe the rail system won't suck by the time I want to retire to CA. lol&lt;br /&gt;CA-04 - Sweet. Wonder how many more times we have to vote down parental notification.&lt;br /&gt;CA-08 - Ugh. Another wake-up to the CA grassroots who thought this was won a couple months ago.&lt;br /&gt;CA-11 - Another bad sign for the dems. If this passes like it looks like it will it's going to toss a couple wrenches in the dem plan.&lt;br /&gt;WA-1000 - Very surprised the margin was so big on this, but that's a good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-3100057696452500790?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3100057696452500790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=3100057696452500790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3100057696452500790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3100057696452500790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/11/political-geeks-only.html' title='Political Geeks Only'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-2350968999140725382</id><published>2008-11-06T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:07:22.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOTVing and Election Night</title><content type='html'>Friday night was Halloween. Friday night was weird and random, but some fun. In my super political trend my costume was election themed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v356/209/57/1036380627/n1036380627_30586832_9100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 304px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v356/209/57/1036380627/n1036380627_30586832_9100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(For anyone who doesn't get it, check out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashley_Todd"&gt;this wikipedia page&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://wonkette.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/uhh.jpg"&gt;this picture of her&lt;/a&gt;.) My friend Danielle did my make-up and I think she did a fantastic job. Being in DC some people even understood it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Halloween night we made a last minute decision to not go out to a club and rather go to a party being thrown by a friend of a friend of a friend. The party was fun but nothing special, with the  real entertainment coming from annoying drunk-out-of-their-minds girls who followed us to the party somehow and were being ridiculous. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may remember from a couple posts ago that I was heading to southwestern Virginia to hel GOTV for Obama. This is that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRPIL2OZ3HI/AAAAAAAAADE/nOuW2-6cJU4/s1600-h/1101081711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRPIL2OZ3HI/AAAAAAAAADE/nOuW2-6cJU4/s400/1101081711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265772495186287730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 - Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were carpooling down on Saturday. After finishing packing and getting to sleep around 4 I got up around 6 and hopped in the car. Liz was driving with Bryan riding shotgun, both of them adults with real jobs and a fervor for Obama. After a couple of pit stops we got to the Christiansburg, VA office around noon. After grabbing a quick bite to eat we got a few canvass packets to walk and were into it pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked the canvass packets until dinner and darkness and then were back in the office getting organized. We switched over to the working-printer-equipped office in Radford and spent a long time creating, printing, and organizing walk packets to be used for the next couple of days. The extra hour of sleep owed to us by the daylight savings switch was used for an extra hour of work, and we didn't leave the office for a long while. 22 hours after waking up I got to go to sleep in a very nice supporter's extra basement room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRPIfrzLcQI/AAAAAAAAADM/gEsxbwAdpYU/s1600-h/1102081757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRPIfrzLcQI/AAAAAAAAADM/gEsxbwAdpYU/s400/1102081757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265772835985125634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 - Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love Church. No, not going to it silly. Getting to sleep in because everyone else is there and it's useless to try to talk to voters during it! Not having to wake up until nine is a beautiful thing. The day went pretty smoothly, although I think it rained late in the day. That might have been Monday though, I can't really remember. A few more walk packets and a lot more organization until the early morning hours of the upcoming switch to a different round of GOTV. Until mid-Monday, we were knocking on doors and doing voter ID and GOTV at once. During Monday we switched into pure GOTV mode, so there was a lot of setting up to do, especially for the onslaught of volunteers. Going to sleep before 4 is also beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think (but am not sure) that Sunday also contained me and Liz's most ridiculous canvassing excursion. We had a couple of doors to knock down &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/6969t8"&gt;Lizard Creek Road&lt;/a&gt;, and even though it was narrow, unpaved, and shady, we decided to head down it. First, we passed a trailer with a modest size confederate flag. A little something, but we were in the South! Then we come to what seems to be a dead end fork in the road, beside a place that will live in my nightmares forever. Attached to one side of the trailer is a huge confederate flag. On the other, a deer's head is nailed (not mounted, nailed) to it, with flashlights dangling from the antlers. As we sit in the car figuring out how to turn around, a large black dog comes screaming off the porch, obviously set to attack us. It is continually trying to get over a fence in its way (about a foot from the side of the car). At this point, I look at it a little closer and notice what I won't forget. It's right eye wasn't there. Just a socket. Creepiest. Thing. Ever. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also tried to go up a steep narrow dirt road/driveway and got stuck and had to reverse down. Not nearly as scary, but it was right after I got hit on by an 87 year old woman looking for company. Yeah, always interesting out in Shawsville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRPIl4LOQOI/AAAAAAAAADU/uMZVYJumGm4/s1600-h/1103080023b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRPIl4LOQOI/AAAAAAAAADU/uMZVYJumGm4/s400/1103080023b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265772942386413794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 - Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up around 7 knowing it was going to be a long day, having mapped out our game plan the day before. We were coordinating a full 5 shifts of volunteers and making sure everyone was doing what was needed most. We also hit up a couple more walk packets worth of doors in the morning talking to voters. At midday we switched into pure GOTV and stopped talking to voters, instead simply hanging precinct-specific directions on their doors and running on to the next house. Switching from 'VOTE TUESDAY' to 'VOTE TODAY' hangers starting at 10 pm, we were out running up to doors until 2. We got to our home away from home before 3 and I received the first sign from my body that I need more sleep than this. While I was waiting for the bathroom to open so I could brush my teeth, fully clothed in a well lit room, sitting upright on the end of the bed, I fell asleep. Woke up two hours later with my closed book in my hand and my toothbrush on the floor, still sitting up. Creepy as hell. Also took me a bit to figure out where I was. Eeeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRPIt3M-27I/AAAAAAAAADc/56O0SkW0Q8k/s1600-h/1103080030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRPIt3M-27I/AAAAAAAAADc/56O0SkW0Q8k/s400/1103080030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265773079564311474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4 - E-Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nice early morning to start getting out the vote in full force. Liz and I did a full nine walk packets together throughout the day, knocking on doors and seeing whether or not people had voted and if they needed a ride to the polls. We were only knocking on the doors of voters identified as sporadic (voted in 2 or fewer of the past 4 elections) democratic-leaning/strong-democratic voters, but even with that select sample the results were very good. Out of the 5 packets where I was the door knocker instead of driver, I didn't have a single voter tell me they weren't going to vote. By the afternoon shifts, every opened door had already voted. This was also true of our last-hour (6 to 7 pm) phonebanking, hitting every number that we still weren't sure if they had voted. I probably got through to 30 voters in this time, all who had voted (with most adding that the rest of their family had voted too!).  The phonebanking frenzy came to a close around 6:50, as time ran out to get people to the polls, and the wait was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take this moment to extol the Obama GOTV system. On Election Day, every sporadic DL/SD voter in the Christianburg voter universe was contacted multiple times, in multiple ways. Every door was knocked at least 3 times unless there was confirmation of a vote before that. Every phone number was dialed another couple of times on top of that. And that is only from the local office, online supporters made over 1,000,000 calls on election day backing up the GOTV effort. One woman I talked to halfway through election day had received 13 calls and been talked to in person 3 times in the past 48 hours. Utterly ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few minutes of downtime to talk to each other in the Blacksburg office before we were dispatched to the polling location being used by hordes of VA Tech students who were still standing in an hours-long line. We were tasked with driving finished voters back to campus, and got to meet some interesting students. I'm pretty sure that a good half of the parking lot was full of waiting Obama-campaign shuttles, just for the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the office in time to make another half hour of frenzied phone calls into Colorado, making sure everyone there had voted. The lists were a bit outdated so a lot of the voters were being re-confirmed, but it was still a very high level of positive turnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went upstairs from the campaign office into Awful Arthur's Bar &amp;amp; Restaurant to watch the results roll in on their wall of TVs. Pretty much all of the local campaign staff and dedicated volunteers were there together, and it was a very cathartic moment for all. Bryan had his mobile broadband hooked into his laptop and was sharing it for us political junkies to check in on races around the country. This really came in handy after 9:34 PM when CNN called Ohio for Obama and the Presidential election was secure. I can't convey the level of nerdy politicalness we were exhibiting, as we fluently discussed house and senate races across the nation. It was exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 11:00 PM moment when all the networks called  the election for Obama, a mere couple minutes after calling Virginia for Obama (which sent the bar into a huge frenzy), the bar basically exploded. Everyone was jumping and screaming and hugging whoever was nearby. Countless volunteers, especially older African-Americans, were stopping by the area where out-of-state volunteers and full time staff were hanging out and thanking us profusely. Watching the scene brought me the closest to tears I have been in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain's concession speech twenty minutes later was well received, with only a little bit of singing "Hey hey, goodbye!". Tears were streaming down many faces in the bar when McCain voiced what everyone was thinking and put the historic nature of the election on a pedestal for the nation to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stuck around for Obama's victory speech at midnight and loved every moment of it. Hearing the many African-Americans in the crowd Amening his words struck home with me. It was an amazing moment to see the people I had been working with for a few days coalesce and feel a part of something bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the bar until around 1:30 when things came to an end and it was made clear we should move down to the campaign office. We did so and immediately hopped on their multitude of computers to continue tracking the close races around the nation. We were home and asleep before 3, savoring the sound of the words "President-Elect Obama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRPJDzp4c5I/AAAAAAAAADk/08YRx9EDHxo/s1600-h/PICT4121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRPJDzp4c5I/AAAAAAAAADk/08YRx9EDHxo/s400/PICT4121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265773456568906642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5 - Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't dawdle too much, rising around 8 and heading out the door before 9. Our host and us exchanged a multitude of thanks, with everyone being happy about pretty much anything. We honored the election of our first black President with breakfast at the ever-racist Waffle House (they have good waffles, give us a break!), and even got to see another lady with a very fashionable confederate flag purse. We were ready to go back to DC. Got dorm-room-home around 2 and did my math hw and went to class an hour later. Woot for good timing. Somehow wrote a paper that night before falling into a level of sleep beyond that which mere mortals can normally achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Overall Thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. There is an old political adage that a good ground game can get a candidate around 3-4 points in the election. This was a revolutionary ground game, but even if it only got an extra 3 points for Obama, that's enough to have switched IN, OH, VA, FL, and NC. That's 86 electoral votes, which is just enough to swing the election (leaving Obama short of 270 at 263). Everyone I met at every campaign office I went to was welcoming, tired, and hard at work, all at once. Such a well oiled machine is a sight to see, and I hope that some others get the chance to see something like it sometime. These five days were amazing both for what I got to contribute to and the people I got to contribute to it with. This, unlike anything else, has solidified my desire to be heavily involved in campaigns for as long as I can be. When 2012 rolls around and you are just finishing up college and ready to work, take a "break" and work for a candidate somewhere near you. I promise you that it will teach you something, either about something tangible or about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.barackobama.com/images/thankyou_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 148px;" src="http://www.barackobama.com/images/thankyou_banner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a little sad that I missed out on being in DC on election night. Campus, and really the whole city, exploded. GW students were the first to congregate in front of the White House, and soon there were thousands in the area and the networks were covering it. Cars were stopped and honking in celebration everywhere, and the emotional release of it all sounds pretty amazing. Sappy as it is, I am quite content to have been with the people I worked so hard with during the final push to election day. To see the joy on their faces when they knew for sure that what they had been working so hard for was accomplished was enough joy to last me a long time. The field director I was working under dropped out of college almost two years ago to work for Obama. He did amazing things in his counties and is better for it. I applaud him for being willing to take such a risk, he is one impressive guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-2350968999140725382?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2350968999140725382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=2350968999140725382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2350968999140725382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2350968999140725382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotving-and-election-night.html' title='GOTVing and Election Night'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRPIL2OZ3HI/AAAAAAAAADE/nOuW2-6cJU4/s72-c/1101081711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-3379279839340205720</id><published>2008-11-05T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:39:54.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRJ0aG7tpvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EB-bGaKXegw/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRJ0aG7tpvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EB-bGaKXegw/s400/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265398906236020466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened. I am still kind of in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details on my fun last 5 days in Christiansburg/Blacksburg, VA when I can stay awake long enough to think/type them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-3379279839340205720?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3379279839340205720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=3379279839340205720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3379279839340205720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3379279839340205720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SRJ0aG7tpvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EB-bGaKXegw/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-3487981846929468945</id><published>2008-10-29T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:28:26.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Stuff</title><content type='html'>No, not Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v356/209/57/1036380627/n1036380627_30577305_9316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v356/209/57/1036380627/n1036380627_30577305_9316.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016748&amp;amp;l=915e9&amp;amp;id=1036380627"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016748&amp;amp;l=915e9&amp;amp;id=1036380627&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily no one was inside when it went down, but jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have confirmed my ride to Southern VA where I will be GOTVing for Obama for the final 4 days of the election. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-3487981846929468945?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3487981846929468945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=3487981846929468945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3487981846929468945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/3487981846929468945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/scary-stuff.html' title='Scary Stuff'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-2430553444569591465</id><published>2008-10-26T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:27:29.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding That Balance</title><content type='html'>I was going to make a Grease joke in the title but couldn't really figure out how to make "loving feeling" fit in. Oh well. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is all about finding balances. Study or sleep? Go to class or not? Party or stay in? Join that extracurricular activity or save your time? Support what you believe or support what is easy? Go with the flow or make the flow go with you? Smile at the weird girl or walk right by? Enjoy it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I have been here for two months. I've got a pretty regular schedule worked out and feel like I have a pretty balanced life here. It's weird, I sometimes feel more at home here than I ever did over the previous four years at MV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually enjoying almost all of my classes here. My freshman-only hardcore lit class sucks, but even in there I can't help but be ensconced by how into it the professor is. My upper-level political science course is probably the most interesting topic on my schedule, which makes me feel better about wanting to become a poli sci major. The articles we are reading are fascinating in both their conclusions and their gaps in logic. To be noticing flaws in the logic of long-tenured oft-published professors is fun to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend group I am a part of is comfortable, if unfortunately smaller than it used to be. Making a completely new set of friends has taught me something about myself. If I decide I like someone, I can ignore a whole lot of annoying traits that they may have. If I decide that I don't like someone, every little annoying trait bugs the hell out of me and I can't stand to be near them. Probably not the greatest thing in the world when the initial question of to like or not to like is normally mentally answered within ten seconds of meeting someone. (Note to Paulina: You may remember a similar comment in our favorite blog a long while ago, hopefully the comparisons end there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are important, and so are classes and parties, but I don't think either of them are as important as your answer to the last of my questions posed above. What, did you think they were ALL rhetorical? If you make a conscious decision to enjoy something, you almost definitely will. This may be a little late for everyone else already in college, but maybe some youngin's are feeling Vaguely Cynical too. Decide to enjoy college before you get there. Decide to make an effort to make it be fun. If you do decide this, you will have the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be one of those people longing for their high school days for the rest of their lives. MV was an amazing place for my mind and I to develop together, but it wasn't THAT great, peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last tidbit of possibly unwanted advice is to find a good way to clear your head. For me, it's running and showering. Discover something that works well for you and use it to focus. It will be a help. And to continue my tradition of somewhat gross pictures, below is one I took with my cell phone after getting up off the ground next to the Washington Monument tonight (in the middle of my jogging).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SQVfI7nIYbI/AAAAAAAAACw/QM_OvD3RETk/s1600-h/1027080024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SQVfI7nIYbI/AAAAAAAAACw/QM_OvD3RETk/s320/1027080024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261716346697703858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-2430553444569591465?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2430553444569591465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=2430553444569591465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2430553444569591465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/2430553444569591465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/finding-that-balance.html' title='Finding That Balance'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6lQ2sPjDPg/SQVfI7nIYbI/AAAAAAAAACw/QM_OvD3RETk/s72-c/1027080024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-7123093703948615988</id><published>2008-10-14T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:49:04.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Vote</title><content type='html'>If any of you aren't registered to vote, there is still a little bit of time left to do it. &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/mpl?moduleurl=http:%2F%2Fmaps.google.com%2Fmapfiles%2Fmapplets%2Felections%2F2008%2Fus-voter-info%2Fus-voter-info.xml&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=37.306302,-122.095106&amp;amp;spn=0.142821,0.259209&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;iwloc=mpl0"&gt;Do it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is that matter of what/who to vote for. My quick picks:&lt;br /&gt;Pres - Obama&lt;br /&gt;1A - Yes&lt;br /&gt;2 - Yes&lt;br /&gt;3 - No&lt;br /&gt;4 - No&lt;br /&gt;5 - Yes&lt;br /&gt;6 - No&lt;br /&gt;7 - No&lt;br /&gt;8 - No&lt;br /&gt;9 - No&lt;br /&gt;10 - No&lt;br /&gt;11 - No&lt;br /&gt;12 - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how much convincing you may need to go for Obama. If anyone has doubts, voice them in the comments so I can see what they are, please. The props are a bit more complicated. I am a pretty liberal guy but also don't enjoy saddling future residents of CA with too much debt through bond measures. Props 4 and 8 are the really important ones to vote down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Now that that is all out of the way, we can get back to some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in DC is fun. It certainly isn't normal, but it's pretty great. A small group of us went to a specialty ice cream place that is at least a mile from campus. We took the metro to it, but decided to walk back to work off the frustration of it being closed when we got there. We weren't completely certain where exactly we were, but figured out our general location and took off in one direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking for a while and not seeing anything we recognized, we were getting a little bit discouraged. Just as we were about to pull out the trusty iPhone map, we figured out where we were. We were standing in front of the Treasury and could see the White House. D'oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 5 blocks of our walk were not completely uneventful though. On the other side of the White House, in front of the OEOB there was a big tourist group of middle school girls. One of them is talking to another pretty loudly (in that screechy tween voice) about how she really likes tie-dye shirts. Danielle, who was having a pretty bad night, decides to yell back about her love of middle schoolers. At this point we are about 100 feet away and closing in on the group. They all look up at us and the girl who had been talking just has a stunned look on her face. Danielle then cheers up for some reason and promises the girl a tie-dye shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video camera wielding parents are all giving us pretty weird looks, which only get weirder when I noticed that Scott was himself wearing tie-dye. We started trying to get him to take it off and give it to the girl, but he refused. Sadness! The giggles of delighted middle school girls can really be nostalgic. Plus the awkward and uncomfortable parents completing the scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to listen to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donna_Brazile"&gt;Donna Brazile&lt;/a&gt; speak and got to meet her afterward. She was pretty hilarious and just exudes intelligence. I've always enjoyed her commentary on CNN, but she is definitely better in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I went to listen to Beth Leonard talk about her life and the career path toward becoming a campaign manager (Meher: the Man behind the politician). She ran Iowa for Kerry in the primary and Ohio in the general in 2004, and ran New Hampshire for Edwards in the primary this year. Pretty accomplished for her age, and a GW alum. Her biggest point was that people who want to run campaigns should get the heck out of DC for a little while and return to real America. Interesting... might not be a 'return' for me having grown up in Cupertino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry, I've been having plenty of traditional college fun as well. My very chill House Proctor (our version of RA) can attest to that. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-7123093703948615988?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7123093703948615988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=7123093703948615988' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/7123093703948615988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/7123093703948615988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-vote.html' title='Go Vote'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-8672286238661568845</id><published>2008-10-09T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:19:02.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dorm Kitchens are Useful</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure how it turned out this way, but I am one of-if not the-most kitchen capable people out of my friends here. Kind of way wacky, but okay. It's quite a bit of fun to make good things without any measuring devices besides your eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we made out second round of chocolate sunflower kernel clusters. When we first made them, almost two weeks ago, we were fading fast and couldn't believe how amazing they were. I'm pretty sure I have never had so much fun eating and accidentally smearing chocolate all over my face. This time, although we failed at finding nonpareil sprinkles to put on top, we did manage to improve them. Instead of the three/four bite monsters or yore, we decided on very small bite-size treats. This is both nicer to eat and has a little bit silkier chocolate to seed ratio. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also made jello. I won't go into foodgasmic detail on that because it is both boring and untested, since it is still setting in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, and probably more important, news, I decided to come home for Thanksgiving! My class schedule ends up working out quite nicely for a long break at home, so I will be relaxing for over a week in Cupertino. And definitely seeing you guys plenty. RITE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of friends here (Amanda and Danielle for those who are creepy enough to know names of GW folk already) have their boyfriends visiting this weekend. It's pretty interesting to meet people that you have already heard a lot about and compare their reality to their descriptions. Very mentally entertaining! But, surprisingly, I haven't found people from this category that I dislike yet. Still time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just to make this a true college blog post, a rant:&lt;br /&gt;No one cares that you can think of a special case that is counter to a general social science rule. We know there are Republicans in California and Democrats in Alabama. We are not stupid. We talk in generalities and statistics because if we wanted to account for every single opinion we would all kill ourselves. So when you think about raising your hand and pointing out the oh-so-fatal flaw in the argument because you know of a Congressman who once acted counter to the theory, don't. Shut the fuck up. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-8672286238661568845?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8672286238661568845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=8672286238661568845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8672286238661568845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/8672286238661568845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/dorm-kitchens-are-useful.html' title='Dorm Kitchens are Useful'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132540196096907467.post-661162722186507244</id><published>2008-10-06T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:03:59.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Mondays do wonders for my to-do list. Not having any classes, combined with normally having quite a bit of work due Tuesday to procrastinate on leave me with plenty of time to check stuff off. Today was one of those days, and I had quite a bit of fun replying to letters and birthday cards that I had received. I also came to the realization that the Thank You notes I once so despised are now enjoyable chores that force me to communicate with people I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll submit to the peer pressure and start a blog on here and try to follow everyone else's a bit closer. If we all do it are we still losers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to enjoy myself out here in DC. GW's campus feels surprisingly much like a college campus, which is a pleasant surprise. I probably feel safer than I should being in the middle of the city, but at least I am a guy and have less to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been entertaining to watch my new friends here notice the same interesting and funny traits/flaws. They have picked up on my laugh and 10-year-old looks so far. Wonder what will be next. It's also fun to figure out which Cupertino friend they are most like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavish me with comments and I will do the same to you, hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132540196096907467-661162722186507244?l=vaguelycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/661162722186507244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132540196096907467&amp;postID=661162722186507244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/661162722186507244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132540196096907467/posts/default/661162722186507244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaguelycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>VaguelyCynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515047820674986171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
