Wednesday, April 25, 2007

naked inspiration & give the media a break


the desire to look good in the absence of clothing is the best motivation to exercise that i've ever found. most people work toward a goal weight, or a marathon time. me? no. the only thing that motivates me to work out is the hope that it will, in some way, lead to an orgasm.

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here, for once, i am going to give my opinion on something that really matters, or at least i believe that it does. one of my classes raised the issue of the media's influence on its consumers, specifically our children. following the recent tragedy at virginia tech, as seems to be the case after any major, horrific event involving american youth, people willingly place blame where i am convinced it does not deserve to be: on the media. do people really believe that a reasonable explanation for this violence is the fact that our generation watches kill bill, plays grand theft auto, and sees (barely) the iraq war on the news? when someone who was exposed to violence in the media commits a murder, it's the media, or the nature of it, that is at fault? i have always had problems with this, in part because i actually find it insulting (as well as ridiculous). really, it is a matter of distinguishing plot from reality, and right from wrong. as someone whose parents hardly censored what she watched as a child, but were always there to parent, i can say that i am able to recognize that movies are simply movies, special effects and all. they're also art, which raises even more issues about censorship that i don't feel like addressing. but i feel that there is something fundamentally wrong with a society in which the media becomes a scapegoat for a person's lack of ability to separate what can happen on screen from what can happen in real life. and let's face it, isn't that really a more personal issue? one that no one seems willing to face, of family and parenting?

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Borrowed Showers

my basement must have flooded on sunday night, which extinguished the pilot light in the hot water heater and rendered it completely useless. the guy from pse&g finally showed up at 7:20 this morning, only to inform me that because of something having to do with peanut oil, the entire water heater needs to be replaced.
me: the guy from pse&g says that there is some kind of platform with peanut oil and a door, and when the basement flooded, the door closed ... we need a new hot water heater.
my landlord: hahaha, casey, that's the funniest thing i've ever heard, i have no idea what you're talking about. peanut oil??
i told him that i was just trying to relay the message that the repairman gave to me, and that i was still half asleep. tonight, after two days of taking showers in various places all around new brunswick, i am again avec l'eau chaud.

the reason for the flood was the nor'easter, which was also the reason behind two days of cancelled classes at rutgers (an utter rarity).


my cousin beth's wedding was on saturday afternoon, more or less on the border between connecticut and new york. having slept for a mere two hours the night before, everything was absolutely hysterical. the members of my [immediate] family seemed to be the only people affected by the church giggles, despite the quasi-crazy man who officiated the wedding.
"the sun and the planets... AOL... Love is a matrix. We float dreamily in love."
come on, how was i supposed to keep myself from laughing at that? i jokingly asked my uncle how wrong it would be to steal a bible from a church. "Wrong." that was his solemn reply.
i really like this picture that my mom took of taylor and my dad. they look a lot alike.

my computer now has a mind of its own.
the roots are at rutgersfest!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

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