March 27, 2009

friday fellowship

Had a really great Friday Fellowship today. Nice weather, good beer, good people, fun frisbee. Hope the weather stays nice on Fridays so we can do this outside all the time.

March 23, 2009

March 23, 2009; 10:20-10:28 EST, my bedroom

Tonight after house dinner after we finished dancing and cleaning up, I asked if people wanted to see the dress I'm wearing in Nat's wedding.

I ran to my room to get it, and Liv, Jake, Amir, Will, Josh, Lisa and Becca funneled in and stood around my bedroom in a semi circle. I showed people, and we talked about my tights/leggings issues.

I eagerly showed off the rest of my break purchases (nice blue shirt and pinstripe pants).

At one point we all jumped up or danced a little.

I dug in my plastic drawer thing holding my personal stuff and one by one, pulled out beads. I threw them at Josh first (since he pretended to flash me), then randomly put them over people's heads around the semi-circle. Everyone got a beaded necklace, but we stopped at the rosary.

Then people left.

I love my roommates and friends.

of phones and names

Two things:

-once I set the alarm on my new phone, it tells me how long it is until that alarm. So when I set my alarm last night after getting back into New Haven late, it said, "This alarm will go off in 5 hours, 58 minutes" or more colloquially, "You have 5 hours, 58 minutes until you have to drag your tired ass out of bed."

-I am officially changing my middle name from Marie to Murray. I've been thinking about doing this for over a year now, and I had to confirm the name on my Yale diploma today. It seemed like a good place to start. I think now I have to call lots of places and have them change my name on my accounts (specifically banks).

The end.

March 19, 2009

mrs. wolf, what time is it?

Spent the night babysitting my little cousins with Kari. Good times. Let's just say that I am the champion of Mrs. Wolf, What Time Is It? and Kari's pretty good at picking slightly inappropriate movies - it was perhaps a bit too old/scary for the 4 year old, even though it is my favorite children's movie in the world.

Also, technologically schooled by a 5 year old. Couldn't figure out the new Monopoly banking machine for credit cards (this is why our nation is in debt, by the way, when we can't even use paper money in board games) and then had issues making the DVD player work with the tv. When my aunt and uncle got home, the kid asked her mom to make instructions for the remote controls for future babysitters.

My aunt and uncle live in Plainfield, which has the lucky pleasure of being the incredibly small town where Ed Gein lived. We talked about him and serial killers in general for awhile and then went to sleep freaked out. Wisconsin is home to two of the most notorious serial killers, and considering the number of people here, it begs the question if there's something inherent about Wisconsin that encourages craziness. Hmm.

This story made me laugh.

March 17, 2009

random thoughts on death

So one of the major critiques of society for the past 100+ years has been that we're unprepared for death - we try to postpone death, we don't think about it, we don't talk about it, it's an unseemly subject, etc etc etc.

To counteract this (and because I'm possibly a little morbid [but do I think that's morbid as a result of our death-avoiding culture?]), I try and think about my own death on a regular basis. I think about ways I might die (today was a car accident off the 172 bridge in Green Bay), my funeral, if I'd be ok dying in these clothes, how various people in my life would react, if there's anything after life and what that might be, or maybe that all religion is bunk and life as I know it would just blink out of existence.

Then I wonder, maybe I'm not thinking about death often enough. I'm not sure how often I think about my own death, but I think it's probably more regular than other people. I've taken classes on death and dying, plus I'm in a death class right now so I think I'm probably a little more familiar with the topic than others.

How often do you think about death? What do you think about when you think about it? Is it abstract stuff or concrete? Do you think about the way people would react, or do you think about the act and process of dying?

March 16, 2009

Homemade Juicy Lucys.

There is a jar of applesauce in Mom's fridge that cannot be opened. Kari and I tried really hard, but neither of us could open it.

I'm really excited to make some homemade Juicy Lucys. Yummmm. I would always order this while at honors project dinner/discussion with Polk.

Project Juicy Lucy goes down this week, also Project Open Applesauce.

March 14, 2009

more gchatting with jake

Another gem from the gchat archive:

my status (a quote from 30 Rock): fine john lithgow, i'll do the right thing!

jake's status: i, too, derive my ethical foundations from john lithgow
: john lithgow makes me a better person
Jacob: hmmm
this is profound.
me: yes.
not just want to be a better person, but actually one
Jacob: he ontologically changes me.
me: he makes my insides feel funny.
all tingly

the end.

March 10, 2009

what i did tonight

This is the reason I booked my ticket back to MPLS for tomorrow:

Ok Go performing What To Do on handbells. Good show.

March 7, 2009


Random thoughts on this very nice spring break Saturday afternoon:

-Need to be careful in rolley chair. Can either get too dizzy from spinning around or unexpectedly roll away from desk while trying to prop up feet, resulting in my feet falling on the ground as opposed to sitting on my desk like expected. The angle of the floor is not kind.

-re: conversation with Tim yesterday. The concept of a person not being whole without another person annoys me. I feel I am complete as a person by myself - I don't need someone else to validate me. Tim agrees.

-Pad Thai. Why does it come with shrimp?

-Gorgeous spring days like this (57 degrees) that make me reconsider my desire to move back to the frozen fields of Minnesota. I have my window open, people.

-I'm finally back to a pre-sickness running pace. I did a 5k distance yesterday and there's the 5k run in town tomorrow that I was originally going to do with Duncan, but I don't think I'm doing that anymore. She's in El Salvador being awesome and monitoring elections and I don't want to overextend myself before the race in Minnesota this Saturday. I want to be in top form so I can beat the pants off of SOME people (coughSarahcough).

-The Yale Club of New York is one place where I will never feel like I fit in or fully comfortable. I'm looking at you, dress code, portraits of presidents, and general pretentious atmosphere.

-My friend Dave knows of some really really delicious restaurants.

-Why do Macs sound like they're eating a disc everytime you put one it? Horrible grinding noise and I think the inside is a portal to another dimension. Most of the time it's not, though.

-I need to work on my 50 books in 2009 list.

-Sometimes I need to take my own advice.

That is all.

March 6, 2009

The water is crystal blue

The most painful thing in the bleak winter months is having a beach screen saver.

March 4, 2009

how is it with your soul?

I've been living in a state of uncertainty for awhile now, and I'm not exactly sure how I arrived at this point.

I used to feel really certain about my future and my career path, but as days go by, I'm less sure that what I planned out is really the right direction for me.

In my interactions with people, I want a definitive response and am often left in limbo when I don't get one. I've been planning a lot of community/house events lately (and seem to be acquiring more as time goes on) and it's frustrating when people don't clearly respond. I want answers and I want answers now, but more often than not, I'm put in uncertainty.

So I wait.

One thing I'm relearning right now is that it's ok to be uncertain. Being sure about everything isn't the best thing ever. Taking time out for waiting is good.

Besides accepting uncertainty for what it is, I've begun to appreciate silence.

I wrote this at the beginning of last semester, and it still rings pretty true. I'm still not quite sure of what I want to do anymore, but I'm getting ideas. I'm hearing voices and calls. I'm seeing job postings and imagining how I could fit there, trying to dip my hands in the clay and get to work. I'm imaging a future built around me and built around the idea of making the world a better place. At times I feel a little selfish by putting myself first so often, but at the same time, I'm not quite sure if that's what is happening... I feel I'm doing what I want to do, regardless of outside forces, but what I want to do is help people, in whatever manner possible.

I don't know. I just think that to do the most good work in the world, I need to take care of myself and not ignore what's best for me. That's what I hear in the silences, the moments between inhaling and exhaling.

How is it with your soul today?

"that's right, i'm an armadillo and i'm inside your bucket."

I'm sorry, but this has been cracking me up all day. Literally, all day.

"YOU ARE AN ARMADILLO IN A BUCKET. Did you think this type of thing would go unchallenged?"

Too good.

Also - haircut tomorrow. I'M SO EXCITED.

March 3, 2009


I would like to share with you this gchat conversation I had with Jake during class a few weeks ago:

me: dude, wombats are dumb
Jacob: totally.
me: I KNOW

Jacob: KNOW!!me: for REALS
ok i'm having a really hard time keeping a straight face in front of peter hawkins
me: we're talking about the crucifixion and i'm close to breaking out laughing

Jacob: mmm..crucifixin's

The end.

March 1, 2009


It was snowing when I woke up this morning. Big fat flakes, so many it looked like a swarm of white bugs out my window. They buzzed around, taunting each other, as opposed to falling like they're supposed to.