Sunday, January 16, 2011

Leo

So, I see you've been holding your comments hostage until I post the long-promised pictures of the new cat, Leo, up. Fine. I give up, you win.

This is Leo. He is a oddly colored ginger tabby. His little stripes are more white than orange and his dark stripes are more red than orange. I should get a picture of him next to a normal ginger tabby so you can compare.


He was my Christmas present from Paul. We got him just after the holidays from the Humane Society. I thought he would be a good match for Piper since he came from a home with lots of cats and I felt sorry for him since he was supposed to be adopted with his brother, but his brother was missing. He had an kitty cold and ear mites, but a visit to the vet cleared both up. He hated his antibiotics, but I am a skilled cat wrangler.


Miss Piper hated the interloper with a passion, but she has slowly warmed up. They will now chase each other around the house and tolerate each other within six inches. Leo keeps trying to play wrestle with Piper, but she has not taken kindly to his advances so far.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Christmas Part II: Make Up Your Own Witty Title, I'm Tired

Here is the exciting conclusion to Christmas. After we returned from Disneyland, we went in search of a tree. I had looked before we left but Walmart and Target were sold out. (Who know that was even possible?) We prefer real trees anyway, but that wasn't working either. I had finally given up and resigned myself to a paper tree stuck to a wall, when we went to Trader Joe's for last-minute snacks. What were they selling? Miniature pine trees? Why, yes they were. I also remembered that this is what we did for a Christmas tree last year too. We decked it out in lights, but the ornaments I bought were apparently extra decorative because they didn't have any place to attach a ribbon! Christmas Eve, we ate delicious Turkey and Wild Rice Soup and snuggled up to watch many a Christmas special on TV. I don't know about you, but I love all the old stop animation specials. It's just not Christmas without Charlie Brown and his little tree. (Which can be purchased from retailers for $29.99, Linus' blanket is extra. Yes, my head exploded when I saw it too.) With visions of sugar plums dancing in our heads, we went to sleep.

And awoke to many presents! It was a nice blend of surprises and wished-for gifts. Paul got books, video games, and CDs; while I got clothes, jewelry, and the most beautiful cordless drill and bit set. It's so lovely, I'm a little hesitant to use it. (Just kidding, it's because the second bedroom is a mess. What is it about the holidays that makes houses extra messy?) I also got a second cat for Christmas, but he'll get his own post in a few days. Apparently, there have been requests for pictures. Here's a picture of Paul looking enthusiastic.

Christmas dinner was standard fare: pork steaks, vegetable tray, rolls, and holiday punch. We ate pretty late, but the sad truth of being a grown-up is that there is nothing inherently special about Christmas. Christmas only feels special if you do something to make it special. (This probably doesn't apply if you have kids. Though you're still the one doing all the decorating, gift-wrapping, and cooking. Oh, and the clean up. Man, what is the upside of being an adult again?)

Anyway, we had a very happy Christmas and hope all of you did too.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Christmas Part I: The First Part

For a few days before Christmas, we went to Disneyland with Paul's family. It was very bad weather, but it made the lines very short so it was okay. We only had to wait ten minutes for Indiana Jones! I'm pretty sure we spent more time walking into rides than we did waiting. Here's Paul and I outside of Small World. It's extra fun in at Christmas with all the lights!

At night we went to Medieval Times. It's a tournament of knights/medieval feast extravaganza. There were a surprising amount of horses involved. It was very cheesy but fun and the little kids in the audience really seemed to enjoy it. (I noticed a lot of birthdays in the 7 to 10 range.)


Day 2 was mostly California Adventure. Paul, Nick, and Dan rode the big rollercoaster three times in a row because the line was so short. I watched and rode the carousel. (There's never a line for that.) We also did Soaring over California, which was nice but also a little scary. (You're swooped up and forward into the screen. You're probably only five or ten feet off the ground, but it feels like more.)

Paul's family left and Day 3 was just Paul and me. This was a special gift and it was wonderful! It was so nice to have a day to do just the rides I wanted. Paul's family is good sports, but I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who wants to ride Winnie the Pooh. We did all of Fantasyland (except Alice and the Teacups which were closed due to inclement weather) and rode the Matterhorn and the carousel and lots of other fun rides.


Overall, if you can visit Disneyland when it's raining, you should! Especially when it's been raining for days and people have become soggy and discouraged. Just bring ponchos. And extra shoes. You're going to go through a lot of shoes.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Return of the Shaggy Dog

Many of you will know that Paul hates getting his hair cut. He hates that he has to give up some of his free time to a chore, and he especially hates that he has to pay money on top of that. So he puts it off as long as possible. And then he delays another 4-6 weeks until his hair looks like this:

You can't really tell from the photo, but his hair is so long that he has combed it sideways behind his ears. It was past his nose if he didn't slick it back. That was Paul's company Christmas party. I had been increasingly vocal about Paul's hair and threatened to cut it myself. He upped the ante by encouraging me to do it. So the rhetoric escalated until I did. And it looked awful in a way words cannot describe. Here's a picture of the best-looking part: the front.


There was nothing even, level, or aesthetically pleasing about it. It was so bad that even he conceded to go to Great Clips and get it fixed. I don't know how the girl did it, but she even managed to erase a nick which I thought was too deep to fix. Here's a picture after it was fixed:

That's not the best photo, since it's a bit blurry and it was raining, but you can see she had to take it very short. Still, I think important lessons--even perhaps life lessons--were learned all over the place.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

The Definition of Adorability

Sorry for the heavy grumping. Admissions bring out the worst in people. (The grad advisor told me to cheer up and remember it would all be over by mid-February.) Anyway, in lieu of an apology, I'm offering adorable pictures of Miss Pips--on an actual camera! Yes, I too couldn't take the grainy, blurry cellphone pictures anymore. So I stalked camera prices for a couple weeks, then pounced during Black Friday. Pro-tip: Thanksgiving to Christmas is a great time to buy a camera. I have made many promises to Paul that I will not lose this one.

Spying from her highly defensible secret location:


Caught!:

Let's see how good you look the last two weeks of the semester:




WE ARE NOT AMUSED!

Saturday, December 4, 2010

The Inconvenient Truth (Plus Thanksgiving)


I'll get to the inconvenient truth part in a minute, but first Thanksgiving. It was nice, it was just Paul and me, and all the food turned out well except the last tray of rolls which were forgotten in the oven. Also, apparently Paul had some sort of cooking incident that covered the stove in gravy and involved fire. As gravy is not flammable, I do not know how/what happened. Assume it was comical. Here's a picture of the spread, if case you are still worried we secretly starved to death.


Now to the inconvenient truth part. I am losing my faith in Americans, specifically the electorate. Back in November, the New York Times ran a nifty little interactive feature on its website. It asked viewers to solve the deficient through a series of mixed options of cuts and tax raises. I think everyone needs to try this feature--especially those in Congress--because it makes it painfully clear that some hard choices are needed to balance the budget and that no single approach (cuts or tax increases) is going to cut it (no pun intended).

That doesn't really explain my concern about the American electorate, does it? Well, the New York Times took the responses from the game and analyzed them. It was by no means scientific, just intriguing. Or terribly depressing. The five most popular cuts/taxes increases were (in order): Reduce the size of the military to pre-Iraq war levels, additional cuts to troops in Asia and Europe; allow Bush-era tax cuts for incomes above $250,000 to expire; reduce Social Security for those with high incomes; reduce nuclear arsenals and space spending; cancel or delay some weapons programs. Those five were out of forty options. Of the total forty options, five were able to garner at least 50% of support from both those who overall favored tax increases (likely liberals) and those who overall favored budget cuts (likely conservatives). Many of the responses were widely divergent. And that's why I worry about the American electorate--because they seem farther and farther apart, more interested in ideological purity than fact, willing to take nothing if all isn't available to them, view pragmatism and compromises as failings instead of virtues, and place self over country.

This ideological purity fetish is more than short-sighted and foolish. It's the modern equivalent of bread and circuses, and it's downright dangerous. The more Republicans refuse to compromise (thanks the the perceived power of the the Tea Party movement), the more the necessary function of government is stalled. Members of Congress can waste weeks on quarreling over the repeal of "Don't ask, don't tell" or raise constant questions about the current president's legitimacy (Native-born? Christian? America-hating commie?), but something that should be easily bipartisan like the 9/11 Health and Compensation Act can't get enough votes to pass the Senate. Endless arguments over abortion; the acceptability of homosexuals as adoptive parents, soldiers, or spouses; and illegal immigration distract from far more important and pressing issues such as basic budgeting and comprehensive reforms of health care, immigration, and tort law.

Of course, those are also indirect. Sure, the legislative process is grinding to a halt, but the infrastructure is intact and the world keeps on turning. So let's turn to Arizona. I've ranted before about the gut job Arizona's very conservative, very Republican legislature did in an effort to balance the budget. Well, one of the things that is finally getting some attention is that Arizona cut transplants for Medicaid recipients with certain health conditions. 100 people on the transplant list are now unable to afford the $200,000 the transplants can cost. At least one of those people had a donor organ located, but could not receive it because his family could not come up with the cash. People die, I get that. People die, even in a first world "exceptional" country, because they cannot afford advanced medical treatment, I get that too. The question is should it happen? Cutting those transplants saved a million dollars in a multi-billion dollar deficit. The same people who rail against "Obamacare," also oppose the states making up the slack or forcing private insurers to provide affordable care to all. I can't speak about the entire legislature, but I can speak about the chair of the appropriations committee and top Republican who lives in Paradise Valley, median home price: $1.74 million, and say his health care costs probably don't keep him up at night.

Which brings me to my final point--the right end of the political spectrum seems increasingly easy to lump together under a single slogan: Screw you, I got mine. So the Tea party and their very conservative Republican allies (and even a few Democrats), with their blaring about individual freedoms and personal rights, don't care about you. That would require thinking about others--their freedoms, rights, and welfare. And the rest of the American electorate seems too apathetic to care, or at least vote.

That's the inconvenient truth.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

It's the Most Horrible Time of the Year

It's the most horrible time of the year. That's right, it's application time! Nothing turns me into a stressed-out prickly hedgehog like filling out Ph.D. applications. There's always a million forms to fill out, usually requiring data from years ago. Seriously, I have a freaking master's degree. Who cares what I did as an undergrad besides graduate?!! No, I do not know my registration number for a test I took three years ago. I assure you I have no trust fund and my parents have not been supporting me since 2003, so you'll have to forgive me for not knowing their net worth off the top of my head. That's right, Columbia, I'm looking at you. I'm sorry I haven't been a publishing fiend, Princeton, I'll get right on that. And why in heaven's name does it take $100 to process an application? Of course after the forms, there's the statement of purpose, the resume/CV, the writing sample, the transcripts, the letters of recommendation. Ugh, it makes my head explode. Why can't I just say "I want to do this, I've done well in grad school so far, here's some letters of recommendation." It's the stupid dancing and BS and grrrrr.

This is why grad students drink heavily and mutter bitterly from their Fortresses of Solitude. Well, one of reasons anyway.