MBA school post 2

Full time summer job started - I love it! Tomorrow's my first weekly team meeting, and it'll also be the first day that I do some new version of Zumba when I go to a gym class. I hope that we listen to this there:

I plan to listen to that song a lot at my first midwest-area burn fest this weekend. Also, on any boat trips I go on over the summer, which will hopefully be a lot. And in my convertible... on repeat, all the time. I've actually listened to it three times in a row now!

Back to the burn: tots excited. It's apparently a huge camp with guff food, drink -- basically everything. I've decided since I've got the hair and probably have enough flowy clothes, I'm going to dress as either a deconstructed, or actual, mermaid, since I'm in an under the sea-themed area with my friend Lauren. Exciting times!

In other news: I've gotten a harmonica, to practice on the way to and from work (in the convertible!), have started crafting hard core, and have mad allergies from all the pollen. 

Coming soon: an homage to my favorite dance videos? Pictures of my crafty shelving units, or perhaps my new slew of thrift shop and street clothing fair buys ('MURKA!)? My new Ghanian print (that I get to look at when I root for Ghana in the World Cup?)?) My musings on why the Best Show Ever is the Mindy Project, through which I learned possibly 50% of my new slang words, including knowing what skiing and Greek mean? Or that Tinder's for dating and mating and gyrating? Kinda creepy, though, favorite show, though many of my classmates love all that marketing! Hmm, we shall see!

Also, I've noticed the most common side effect on my writing after starting my school is that I feel like I have to end a lot more sentences with ! - everyone is just that positive, and on top of my already prolific use of !s! It almost makes me want to sing about everything being awesome:

First non-full-time post!

Ok, I decided that perhaps I should resurrect the blog instead of having everyone on facebook have to read my zillion posts a day/unfollow me since i'm posting a zillion posts a day.

SO!

Full time sucks is BACK ON MOFOS! With a few caveats:

-Wow, it sucks not having a job. Turns out that even tough part time is obviously superior to full time, full time and part time are both way superior to no time. 

-Employers/future political followers/peons, if you find this job through my private/non-school email, please know that this is an ironically named blog and does not reflect my actual work ethic. mostly.

-I don't have 6-7 hours a day in an office where I'm forced to be there without having any actual work to do. Now, instead, I have countless hours of work I could do, and so much ADHD that I've managed to learn a lot on the internet instead. Yay!

with that, here's the theme of my blog going forward. JUST NOISE, WHITE NOISE. i may even start inserting random glottal stops that clearly identify the non-detroiter nature of myself automa'ically in my speech from now on in homage:

DAY TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN

i totally dropped the ball there.  record nine or whatever days without posts.

fulltimesucks, except when it ends.  WORK BITTI MOFOS.  replacement me for room acquired, new passport without handwritten notice of (not really but apparently) deportation worthiness in the works, and a whole lotta visas going on. 

HAPPY FULLTIME/PARTTIME/NO TIME YALL!  you have all witnessed the end of the least profound, quite random, and more pointless blogs EVA RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW when you read this message. or like hours or days before. it's been real!

DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHT

Phew! That was a *very* long break.  I'll write up a longer, much more detailed post about it for a blog post later this week.  In essence, I was denied exit to Turkey, then granted it after a lot of hassle and having to run from port to port, then wrongly denied entry to Turkey.  Deportation woes!  Somewhat surprisingly, the same police who deported me then allowed me to enter the country two days later, because those who had denied me entry had "mixed up" some of the rules. awesome!! 

I'm eating from my crush restaurant because I wanted to have something delicious and different and then for dinner I'm going to have curry galore. I'm pretty excited for a time when I have a few months to visit home, travel, relax, and generally cook my way through the world and learn recipes.  First things first, though, so I gotta get some centipedes and millipedes to stop inhabiting my camera case... or I guess that can just wait.

There's a bunch of stuff going around on the internet about Turkey, including things like the rising conservativism/islamification of the AKP.  This seems to be somewhat of a surprise to people who are not living in Turkey.  People who imbibe alcohol at all (aka "drunks"), "gays" and "unmarried couples" living side by side with families, showing conservative families and children that sometimes lifestyles different than their own are ok?! NO! We must not have that!!

Anywhoooo those who know me know I am passionate about a few things: Tuvalu, Somalian pirates, hobos, and some other stuff like law and making hats and kittens and also Indian food and hula hooping and there are probably about 40,000,000 other things that I could say I'm passionate about.  Oh, Mumia Abu-Jamal, too. And ethernopian food. Ok, I got off track. But as for the hobo thing, give this a read. Aw wedding vows! And in particular, listen to number 16 for another remake of a popular video I posted in a prior post, maybe? And read this too.

DAY TWO HUNDRED AND SEVEN

Last week we had an impromptu band. Turns out one of my friends can play a bugle, and it was just a small step from there to get some spoons, jars filled with various things to shake and play, and trays to use as drums.  As fun as that was, we were nothing compared to this cover of the most obnoxious song ever.

I think the cookie monster version is even better, though.

Now that song is out of my system (it's trapped in there like an evil spirit), watch this deposition of Wesley Snipes. If you were asked questions about commission, basically, would you respond with answers about pimps and hos? There's gotta be some way to embed this, but I don't know it, so watch it here. And boo The Hollywood Reporter for your mistranscription, posted correctly below.

It's no different than a pimp, that's what a pimp does with a ho. A pimp will lay claim to what ever the ho produces anywhere on the planet for as long as she is a ho and then after she retires from being a ho. They are still going to make the claim, now whether they actually do anything or not to deserve it is a whole other issue. That's kind of my experience with the talent agencies.

 Aw, the loneliest whale in the world.

DAY TWO HUNDRED AND SIX

i too find comfort in shooting all men who make unwanted sexual advances at me that humiliate me and push me to the breaking point. oh wait, no.

this pro-gay marriage ad is adorable. 

turtles and puppies oh my.

the shroud of turin is always fascinating to read about.

nuns nuns nuns and vatican ii, excommunication of some nuns, excommunication of nuns in general, and one of hte only priests i could find to be excommunicated for abuse. and here's a judge and a whole slew of people who have been excommunicated for approving an abortion of a 9 year old kid who was raped. those bad catholics! or not.

i did not know about the japanese in peru who we got into internment camps. comes from the tokyo rose lawyer - he also did the korematsu case.

DAY TWO HUNDRED AND FIVE

It appears that the New York Times doesn't know current fashion trends.  Neon is back! It's not just the Rubik's cube!

Some interesting articles about sexism in video gaming, including a link to a kickstarter campaign that looks pretty cool. And reading through it, people on the internet can be douches. Actually, they can be absolutely horrible.  Read one or two of those and you'll be sucked in real deep.

Obama's ancestors may have included the first slave in history through (gasp!) his white mother!

One of my sister's friends experienced this while at lunch when a woman made incredibly strange comments about Osama bin Laden and Islam to him.  And holy crap, I didn't realize how tall Osama was. Also, Osama quoted extensively from books by various authors, helping sales of those books soar -- and the quotes are pretty interesting. 

So my mind worked this way: I clicked on some FBI terrorist pages that came up when I clicked on OBL's top ten most wanted poster to investigate turban issues.  Then I clicked on one random one of a dude who was wearing a turban to check out where he was from to investigate why some of these folks wear turbans. Then I saw he was indicted for treason - Adam Yahiye Gadahn. Then I was like, whoa, dude, treason? Then I looked up people who were convicted or accused of treason, including Tomoya Kawakita and the Tokyo Rose. Actually, I can't really tell that either are guilty given the quotes in the articles (though the pardon issued to Iva and the reports of what she'd done is a pretty solid 'no' for treason).  Anyway I was actually trying to find out more about Kawakita to figure out whether he'd done it - should probably just read the court decision - and I found this article about D'Aquino/Tokyo Rose which is what led me to her Wikipedia page.  Then I decided I should probably get back to that Gadahn fellow. And then it was even weirder because Adam Gadahn said that Michael Sheuer was a missionary of hate and a counter-islam consultant. That's weird because of the above thing about the 2007 OBL video:

As with Bin Laden's January 19, 2006 audio tape, where he endorses William Blum's book, Rogue State: A Guide to the World's Only Superpower, in this video Bin Laden endorses Michael Scheuer's Imperial Hubris: Why the West is Losing the War on Terror. Bin Laden states in the video:

"And our holding firm to this magnificent Book is the secret of our strength and winning of the war against you despite the fewness of our numbers and materiel. And if you would like to get to know some of the reasons for your losing of your war against us, then read the book of Michael Scheuer in this regard."

Then the Tokyo Rose page directed me to look at Ezra Pound's. I was super confused til I remembered that he was an American expat who became a fascist and hated like, all sorts of minorities and stuff. Why is it that we learn Heidegger was a Nazi but don't learn that Pound was like actually horrible?

My mind's a spiral! Time to read longform!

DAY TWO HUNDRED AND FOUR

Finally! Caught up! Now it's time for the real blog posts!

nogales - hole capital of le world.

albert heppner - sad yall. interesting facts in there about speed walking, though. i guess i too liked to blow it off as a fake sport... guess it's not.

fun fact: the black sea has some sort of marine insect that bites. it's super, uber, really creepy looking. unfortunately, i can't find info online about what it is. but ick. ickick.

DAY TWO HUNDRED AND THREE

another post lost

economics and serial dating

tv's greatest shows: not really the greatest. i've been trying to watch a lot of these.

here's the white australia policy the white dude was protesting in the 1968 photo.

DAY TWO HUNDRED AND TWO

Was written, but forgotten to post. Instead, let's look at some cool things:

I recently discovered that people believed that caviar came from eggs harvested from the wild, kinda like civets and coffee. That's so not true.

Law school - dodgy investment.

1968 Human Rights salute - interesting to read about. I wish some of the links in the article worked better. Great longform article about it somewhere.

DAY TWO HUNDRED AND ONE

almost forgot to post for the day. almost! but i did not! record fast blog entry coming your way!

reading a lot about operation c (confrontation), in addition to watching videos about bull connor. other facts: tarring and feathering doesn't use the kind of tar that we're used to (black, asphalt kind).  tarring and feathering used pine tar, the kind that was apparently used on ship ropes and needed to be liquid at way lower temperatures, more like room temperature. so it was basically a humiliation tactic, not a torture tactic. for turture, you'd move to the horrible scalping things that involved super hot liquids being poured on a cone on the head. ick.

and otherwise on the gah turkey front, passenger refused entry onto ferry because she had closed bottle of wine in her bag. 

and OH MY GOD OBAMA WAS HOLDING A BASEBALL BAT WHILE ON THE PHONE THAT MUST SIGNIFY SOMETHING RIGHT?

Carney however gave no direct response to such claims, and simply told reporters that all he could say was that the president was a baseball fan and an avid Chicago White Sox supporter. Carney also added that he would further study the photo for any other details. 

Well, nothing to fear here: no, school history books books did not use 'betrayed their country' to describe Armenians and Syriacs. Just 'problematic descriptions':

The offensive terms to be removed include descriptions of these groups as “back-stabbing rebels,” “puppets of European states,” and “stooges.” 

Turkey's newspapers kinda suck. For instance, here is a completely incomprehensible stream of consciousness article that is about on par with my blog, but has been published in one of the largest English newspapers in the country. Scary.

DAY TWO HUNDRED

WOOOOOOOO! day 200!!!

Earl Scruggs is awesome to listen to. Band includes Steve Martin and Paul Schaffer.

I got into an argument with a very strange girl at a wedding recently who told me that I was an evil person for being fascinated by military strategy. Kind of like this.

Wag Dodge is a strange name. The depiction of what he did to escape the fire is really different in the Wiki article than it is in the New Yorker article (another journalist fired!).

Hotshots and smokejumpers and helitack oh my!

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE

US Nuns formulate response to Vatican.

Turkish film festivals, totally awesome! Especially the violence against women part!

Irish immigrants in NY.

Remember the 1904 Olympics? No? How could you forget them?  Hosted in Missouri, the decisively first place winner was Frederick Lorz, who had actually been driven for a significant portion of the race.  Second place was Thomas Hicks, who had taken the poison strychnine and had to be supported by his coaches in order to cross the finish line.  He wasn't the only one to use it - so did the person who came in after him. One who wasn't quite near death was the person who came in fourth, who had eaten some rotten apples along the race, felt ill, fell asleep, and still came in fourth. The marathon also featured the first two black people to enter the modern Olympics - one of whom may have done better had he not been chased a mile off course by dogs.  Start at 2.50 to see Stephen Fry and the QI folks discussing the race.  Also, the rest of that about cheating at Tour de France is fantastic!

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT

Kiyikoy two weekends in a row? Insanity! But Bodrum and Kiyikoy two weekends in a row? Amazing!

The Imposter: totally interesting.  I want to see it.  Willfully deceived to get what they wanted, the family of a lost child ignored that when their boy reappeared, he was several years older than he should have been, had different coloured eyes, and spoke with a French accent.  And was half Algerian. And now, reading those reviews, I want to watch Capturing the Friedmans as well.

The film is as an instructive lesson about the elusiveness of facts, especially in a legal context. Sometimes guilt and innocence are discovered in court, but sometimes, we gather, only truths about the law are demonstrated.

Tonight, I get to showcase the BEST PIZZA IN THE WORLD. Previously, I had been made fun of for my pizza declarations, until people ate them.  Cherry-Roka-Balsamic pizza what what?! Walnut-goat cheese-(roka?)-carmelized onions?  BAM. SHIT WILL GET REAL TONIGHT. although to be fair right now i'm the only contender. everyone else just wants to create their own pizza. little do they know about the battle that will rage tonight! WHO WILL END UP ON TOP?

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY SEVEN

yesterday was a first. with bacteria spreading throughout my body from my deep puncture wounds from a tiger-like cat, i was unable to write a blog post.  i was, however, able to play with a pit bull and later kittens. they turn one month old tomorrow! in other news, shortbus ran away. again.

today the kittens explored the house on their own, tumbling out to meet hatice.  she is afraid of them.  she also yet again asked me fairly intrusive questions about myself and my two housemates.  it kind of makes me want to carry a kitten around, waving it at her and freaking her out, but i'd do that anyway just to hold them.

i don't really understand why befriending albert speer is a contradiction in wiesenthal's life, though i guess it's a subject of 'continuing debate' how much speer knew.

greece trip planning continues, with an ever-changing slate of islands to hop amongs. rhodes, crete, santorini, oh my!

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY SIX

As it turns out, if your small cat who has mothered 5 kittens in your house has a big, big problem with a chihuahua, it's unlikely that she'll somehow do better with a pitbull, no matter how cute the dog is or how good of friends he is with various street cats.  In other news, puncture wounds (even those accidentally given by a kitten seeking reassurance) really hurt. Also, the fascination I have for these make me think that maybe I should go back and study medicine.

Human baiting, it seems, is real. Or was real. Other types of baiting: lots.

I have a restaurant crush and I want everyone to know about it.  There's a new Italian place by the green grocier on Susam sokak - it used to be a little fish restaurant.  I am now in love with the owners, an adorable married Italian couple, the place (it's cute!) and the food which is *fantastic*.  And I'm also in love with the server who chased us down the street telling us we overpaid after we left a tip. FOOD CRUSHHHHHHHH.

Kinda like the Kissing Bandit, but not nearly as cute.

Small town America and the impact of immigration and raids, and the changing nature of the employees who fill the worst of the worst jobs.

Seriously, screw this. One of the worst things to come out of this Presidency.

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE

I watched It Might Get Loud for the second time last night and thought it was just as cute as it was before. Watching the director's cut of Live at Pompeii was a perfect way to round out the music documentary evening.

The kittens are eating grown up food and one bit me last weekend because she was mad that I was cleaning her paws. They have tempers now! And they want to explore our apartment, the stairwell, and meet other cats.  Tigger and Nicholas Cage have reported back that their lives are fine without any whippersnappers running around.

I've come to the conclusion that I will never, ever make injeera, and that's too bad considering that there are no Ethiopian food places here in Istanbul.  Although I guess if I could figure out how to make it that would be a very useful skill (for here) and a very useless one at home.

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FOUR

i have ELO stuck in my head! 

basket pong! like table pong, but not.

my sexual assault is not your political issue. 

seriously amazing piece - yes, america, we executed an innocent man. this one's about someone being blamed for a murder the other committed. it's not like this is a sole example - i'm pretty sure i shared this one before about the man who was executed for arson (featured on csi!). again, about texas. and more!

i'd write more but i got distracted by this boat that i really want to go on.

A riot of depth. I love that way of describing seeing the world in 3-D.

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY THREE

hula hoopin craziness last night!

the games crows play! i hope they don't play that game with me and just stick to the deer.

no time to blog

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY TWO

Our kittens have to be the cutest things in the universe, ever! They're like, real live cats and all!

That's it. I'm getting some dermal anchors when I go back to the US. Can't figure out where, but it must be done.

On the 5 people you spend time with. Very close to officemates lose the weakest link philosophy, but more hardcore. I've been doing a bit of this myself lately!

On the constitution. I used to have a handy pocket constitution, helpfully provided by the Cato Institute. On Federalists and Anti-Federalists, Tea Party folks. The article's interesting because it - VERY obliquely - references some really interesting characters, including America's first domestic terrorist, John Brown.  About a year ago after reading up on Langston Hughes' family, I got really into research the radical abolitionists and slave revolts.  I can't remember now if we learned about this as a major impetus that actually sparked the civil war, but it's fascinating nonetheless.  Anyway, back to the article:

In an interview in 1991, the former Chief Justice Warren Burger said that the N.R.A.’s interpretation of the Second Amendment was “one of the greatest pieces of fraud, I repeat the word ‘fraud,’ on the American public by special interest groups that I have ever seen in my lifetime.”

There's some sort of marching band/choir practicing outside our window. Though the opera singer was better, this one is still good. I take back my previous comments on Bosphorus-office smack talk and now love my new office!

Lots of metapictures today, some care of Sara, and some care of moi:

Animals that totally have misleading names.

Rules of booze, though I don't agree with them all. Number five's a big one.

Ricky Gervais on God.

Poor gingers! Kick a ginger kid day! Canadians, tsk tsk!