Not to Get Academic

How much don't I know? I don't know a lot. I know that I will never be able to quantify exactly how much I just don't know. Take Rwanda, for example. Pre-2005, I did not give Rwanda much thought. I sorta remember learning about Rwanda in my 6th grade history class. (Go Mr. Epstein! Be your bad progressive ol' self you. Teach those 11 year olds about ethnic cleansing). But with my minute critical thinking skills, I just processed the whole ordeal as "mean". (Oh, and I thought that the Hutus and Tutsis had funny names.)

Now, I know more because I am enrolled in a crimes against humanities class. And, of course, there is Don Cheadle.

But, same with Yugoslavia.

Pretty much, I had no idea how I felt about the Clinton Administrations foreign policy decisions. (Clinton...wasn't he the guy that got to third base or something? Wait, he smoked pot too, didn't he? Great! That means I still have a chance to be president!).

One might say, what can be expected of a middle-schooler or a high-schooler? I'm not exactly sure. But, what about a law student? a 50 year old? Plus, in my middle/high school days, I was an honors student. Doesn't that say something about grade inflation or "honors" students? Didn't Dumbledore in book 5 come clean to Harry that his mistake was trying to hide things from Harry, to protect Harry b/c he thought Harry was too young? Maybe critically thinking about genocide and the like at age 11 is better because its easy to see the moral wrongness without being bogged down in legal or economic rhetoric. Innocence breeds insight. Don't kids say the darndest things?

How many of you guys know what is currently happening in Darfur? Or Haiti? I'm not testing you. Heck, I hardly know and I'm working for IJDH!

Just seems frightening. Everything else that is going on in the world while Michael Jackson's hospitalization and the steroid problem of the 80s or 90s Texas Rangers flood the news.

Whew. Sorry for that aside. On a happier note, I got to watch an episode of Daria last night that I never saw before. A rare but pleasurable occassion.

To make the girls jealous and the boys feel inadequate - Welcome to gender stereotyping!

Typical

Valentine's day.

Makes:

Girls shudder.
or eat chocolate
or pretend its not there
or become a feminist

Boys laugh.
or become slaves
or vomit
or become a feminist

Whatever.

Truth is
there's always next year
make up sex is kind
relationships have their moments
single life is taken for granted
No one is happy.

....Except for me.

my presents:

• Doug did dishes & laundry (this is worth a lot in my book);
  
• he made me a beautiful bouquet (equally as valuable);
  
• he is cooking me dinner out of the soup bible (soup is my favorite food);
  
• he is giving me a foot massage/pedicure (oh how I love my feet to be touched. reflexology is science.);
  
• and! he is taking me to see Bad Education (an independent film noir about the catholic church and gay men...right up doug's alley!).
  

I'm loved.

Strongbow

The ever-so-tasty dry cider from England has yet again made a home in the apartment of Doug and Melissa. Unavailable in the Keystone state, this 5.0% alcohol/volume delight has traveled from Michigan to make Doug and Melissa's mouths water.

Yum!!

Wanna See

Reminder to myself. Movies I want to see:

• Finding Neverland
• Sideways
• Bad Education
• What the BLEEP do we know?
• Howard Zinn: You Can't be Neutral on a moving Train
• Palindromes
• The Corporation
• The Life Aquatic: With Steve Zissou
• Motorcycle Diaries
• Dig!

Mi(t)ch.

This weekend Doug and I went to Detroit to see Mitch Hedberg. He was pretty funny. Definitely the celebrity with whom I would like to become friends. Witty, humble, and downright funny.

He performed at the State Theater, which is this old theater in Detroit that has beautiful architecture. I think it is one of the most perfect venues for a comedian, if not some offbeat comedy club in Los Angeles. For some reason, I think some off the road comedy club LA would be the #1 place to see a comedian. But, I'm not sure where I would put Las Vegas on that list. I think Las Vegas would be a great place to see a comedian. I saw George Carlin there a few years back - I think I liked it but I only remember one joke - something about how long it takes to get through an airport because of security. That was before 2001.

Back to the State, I thought I was in Pittsburgh! Their menu featured fried mushrooms, french fries, fried olives and fried pickles. (I wanted to try the last two just because I've never had but then I got too scared that my stomach wouldn't be able to handle it).
The best part of the night though was my lack of hovering skills. (note: embarrassing story ahead...)

For all you guys out there "The hover" is precisely what you are thinking. Its when a girl floats or suspends in the air above the toilet mostly used in unkempt public bathrooms.

Yea, so after 2 (i know, I'm a cheap lightweight) nicely sized beers, I can't really hover and aim. I peed all over the floor. And! all over my pants and underwear!!! (Gross!) To make matters worse, Doug and I packed super quickly to go to Detroit and I forgot to pack extra underwear. Like a gentleman, Doug gave me his jacket to cover my wet butt on the way out. Then, still- drunk Melissa decides to tell Doug's mom, Doug's brother and Doug's sister what I did. (How do you like me now future-inlaws?)

That was fun, though. I forgot what it was like to be 7 years old and scared that I would pee in my friends bed when I slept at her house (now you know what type of kid I was!). Almost as fun as introducing Freddi to her up-eared bunny cousin "Boo Boo Butt" (Doug's sister's bunny) - who tried humping Freddi by sitting on top of Freddi's face. We still don't know if she is a girl.