This reminds me of my grandpa. I miss him. He always had a song for me. I know he gave me my love of music.
Last year I proved that my presentations all seem more like a bad sitcom than anything else. I was supposed to present on preventative medicine, but some of the phrases I used were not terribly appropriate. For instance I made the point that “it is way better to take some blood samples now so we don’t have to chop off your foot later cause you got diabetes!” and “this month is prostate cancer awareness month, so if you want to be a man, don’t just grow a beard. Slap on a pair of gloves and give ‘em a good check!”
This year, I had to present a portion of a lesson for my education class in front of my fellow classmates. They all ranked my presentation and the whole ordeal was videotaped so I could watch it later with my professor. I managed to write ‘The Articles of Condederation’ on the board. Then I told them that we wrote a new constitution because New Jersey couldn’t get any lobster from Maine.
Oh poor children that I will one day teach!
Hooray! My second gum surgery is complete and I can rest easy, that is, until I get those pesky wisdom teeth out. Apparently, my braces from long ago caused my gums to recede- a problem usually afflicting old people and those with severe OCD causing them to brush too hard. The first surgery hurt like a mother, so I expected this to be the same. I was completely prepared to spend this whole break in a vicodinic haze, watching crappy TV and doing a bad job on my homework. Fortunately, I was wrong. I feel totally fine. Haven’t even needed ibuprofen. My pulled rib muscles from a bad cough hurt worse! Congratulations to me!
The moral of the story: If you are having a gum graft, have no fear! If you are having a frenectomy (yeah, I know that sounds dirty. It is because girls have 3 frenulum, but guys have 4.) Run for the hills!
If we present man with a concept of man which is not true, we may well corrupt him. When we present him as an automation of reflexes, as a mind-machine, as a bundle of instincts, as a pawn of drives and reactions, as a mere product of instincts, heredity, and environment, we feed the despair to which man is, in any case, already prone. I became acquainted with the last stages of corruption in my second concentration camp in Auschwitz. The gas chambers of Auschwitz were the ultimate consequence of the theory that man is nothing but the product of heredity and environment—or, as the Nazis liked to say, of ‘Blood and Soil.’ I am absolutely convinced that the gas chambers of Auschwitz, Treblinka, and Maidanek were ultimately prepared not in some Ministry or other in Berlin, but rather at the desks and in the lecture halls of nihilistic scientists and philosophers.
-Victor E. Frankl
There really aught to be a punctuation mark that is somewhere between an exclamation point and a period! It seems to me like those are two extremes that do not adequately cover the nuances of the human language! What about when you write something that is exciting, but there are too many exclamation points?! Then it just looks silly, but a period is not appropriate! There should be something to denote what part of the exciting writing is the MOST exciting! Like an extra large exclamation point, or some half-exclamation point to show that the other statements are, while worthy of an exclamation point in their own right, not nearly as exciting as the next sentence!
Roommate: There will be lots of people and flashing lights and music. I know how you get when there are lots of distractions so you should probably do a few shots.
Me: What? How do I get?
Roommate: You know. You go take a nap!
On reflection I realized that when there are more than two people in a room I have a tendency to make an excuse to go hang out alone. Introvert hidden as extrovert?
- it will be called hemingway’s (natch)
- our menu will include drinks we invent ourselves based on puns of classic book titles
- of ice and gin
- lagerhaus-five
- absolut, absolut
- tequila mockingbird
- etc
- and once a month we will have a free drinking contest called “atlas chugged”
I would go to there.
(Source: scaly-panties)
