Wednesday, May 12, 2004

It's been way too long since I've written a post, but after battling exams and the three-headed hydra known as the writing competition, I was spent. Plus, I had to move all of my stuff out of the school-sponsored ghetto I lived in for 9 months and say goodbye to friends. It's nice to be home for a week before I leave for my summer destination. I tried to go to the beach today, but it started raining. Oh well. Other than that, I've done absolutely nothing of substance since leaving school.

I hope everyone (including my co-bloggers, whom I haven't spoken to since leaving Philadelphia) likes the blog's new look. If there are serious objections, I can either change it back, or to something else. However, I was so excited when I logged into Blogger for the first time in a long time and saw the improved interface and new templates. Like a kid in a candy store, I just had to try one.

Song of the Day: Milli Vanilli -- Blame it on the Rain


Saturday, May 08, 2004

some wisdom on the iraq conflict:

Hence it is to be remarked that, in seizing a state, the conqueror ought to examine closely into all those injuries which it is necessary for him to inflict, and do all the injuries at once, so as not to have to repeat them daily; and thus by not unsettling men he will be able to reassure them, and win them to himself by benefits. He who does otherwise, either from timidity or evil advice, is always compelled to keep the knife in his hand; neither can he rely on his subjects, nor can they attach themselves to him, owing to their continued and repeated wrongs. For injuries ought to be done all at one time, so that, being tasted less, they offend less; benefits ought to be given little by little, so that the flavour of them may last longer.

--Machiavelli, The Prince, Chapter 8


Friday, May 07, 2004

so i'm watching the friends finale last night, and there, in the midst of the sappy prate that passes for situation comedy these days, is one of the most fantastic beer ads i've ever seen.

i'll quote a description from a friend of mine: "this new one starts out innocuously enough: one guy talks about wiping his hands dry on [my] dog, etc. Ok. Whatever. Then, at the end of the commercial, this guy says, 'I've dated a woman for her brains,' and then they interview three more guys and it's like, 'Yeah, her big... huge... BRAINS.' Wink wink. Nudge nudge."

the implication of course being that by "brains" they mean "booby-melons".

now, being a brainy (in the more common sense of the term) person herself (in addition to being good looking), she's very irritated by this ad, because she feels that it disparages brains. my feeling is that it's pro-breasts, and merely acknowledges a conclusion that most women have already come to, specifically, that they would prefer to be drop-dead gorgeous than peg-the-iq-scale brilliant, because most men can see better than they can think.

i recently read a survey indicating that the gender of the joke-teller is nearly as important as its content--apparently, women tend to be ok with sexual jokes told by other women, but not with the same humor told by men. i wonder--would beer ads be as reviled (or as funny) if they featured women cracking the jokes?


Tuesday, May 04, 2004

The editing portion of the Journal Competition is over. During the 30+ hours I spent locked in Pepper 100, I corrected eight pages of unintelligible crazy madness: ill-formed parentheticals, citations to a Moon Treaty, sections in Irish. IRISH. Even the Irish don't read Irish. I had to use a micro-tip red pen to cram all the corrections onto the 11X14 page. Did I mention that I'm now blind? Well, I'm now blind. And surly.