Wednesday, March 29, 2006

when did i go wrong?

discussion with my advisor re: uc irvine:
me: "irvine is kind of strange."
advisor: "maia, i haven't told you this before. . . but you're strange."

my monday morning:
get up, go to work, walk out of work to call my advisor, walk into the slavic department to use the bathroom, have altercation with administrator over whether i'm permitted to use bathroom, walk out in disgust, kick wall, break foot.

well, jason doesn't think my foot is broken, he thinks my ankle is sprained. but i don't understand that if i have a sprained ankle, why my foot is the thing that hurts. maybe i have a sprained foot? and i can't even figure out where to go to the doctor. i'm not sure whether my greatest fear is being incapacitated for weeks, or never being able to wear heels again.

don't kick walls in sparkly shoes that didn't even fit in the first place. it's stupid.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

my new favorite word

pixilated
\PIK-suh-lay-tud\ adjective
1 : somewhat unbalanced mentally; also : bemused
*2 : whimsical

Did you know? "Pixilated" is an American coinage that dates back to about the mid-19th century. A pixilated person behaves as if under the spell of pixies or enchanted by them. The word has been used to describe people who are confused (as though they have seen a pixie) or intoxicated (to the point that they are seeing pixies); it can also be used for people who are like playfully mischievous pixies themselves. Today, "pixilated" usually means "somewhat unbalanced mentally," "bemused," or "whimsical."

for ihum lovers

i don't mean people that are lovers during ihum, but rather, people who want a mug that says "I Heart IHUM," that is, "Heart" the symbol, not the word.

If you want an "I Heart IHUM" mug, just let me know.

You know you want one.

A Day for Links

A Website to Be Avoided and Yet Impossible to Avoid Upon Finding:
http://community.livejournal.com/who_got_in/2823.html

A Response to My Earlier Post:
http://lapicide.blogspot.com

The Most Disturbing Shoes Ever:
http://www.anthropologie.com/jump.jsp?itemID=7832&itemType=PRODUCT&iSubCat=1163&iMainCat=840

Shoes I Want Want But Would Probably Never Wear and Therefore Not Worth the Money and Also Upon Closer Examination They are Not as Cute as I Thought They Were:
http://www.anthropologie.com/jump.jsp?itemID=7240&itemType=PRODUCT&iSubCat=1165&iMainCat=840

Monday, March 13, 2006

catering chaos

The catering just came for the people reading fellows applications this afternoon, and it was a disturbingly piddly amount of food, considering that it cost $100. If there are eight people, that means it cost about, what, $11 or $12 per person for each one to have a tiny sandwich, a drink, and a cookie. I don't understand where I went wrong--I ordered breakfast from Whole Foods last week and it was HUGE, and nobody ate it. What's the deal here? Clearly I don't have the magic touch of catering.

I actually had a dream about the lunch I'm planning for Wednesday, which was that I accidentally ordered catering from three places and had forgotten to cancel two of them, and so instead of spending about $500 on food I'd spent about $2000, and I was all freaking out until I realized that I hadn't ordered from Andronico's, Whole Foods, and a thai restaurant, but just Whole Foods and the thai restaurant, and the thai food was only for 10 people, not 40, and therefore not so excessive. But now I'm worried that the actual food I ordered from Whole Foods won't be enough.

This is all making me worried that the food on Wednesday won't be enough.

I feel very confused. There are suddenly, magically, four large boxes sitting in my office. Where did they come from? And why didn't I see them arrive?

Strange.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

I'm not usually a serious quote-poster (I have a special paranoia of quotes and being trite), but I saw this in one of my best friend's little sister's aim profile (which I don't think she knows I read. . . well, whatever). I rather liked it. . . though I'm a smidgen worried about the "madness" in line 13. . . (and maybe I just need to go to bed).

I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me-
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me, and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid.
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances;
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire-
It is a boat longing for the sea
And yet afraid.
-Edgar Lee Masters

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

on various things

on swimsuits:
victoria's secret has a bikini called "poisson d'amour." now, is my french confused, or does this mean "fish of love"? does this mean if you wear this swimsuit you become a mermaid or something? maybe this is just another sign that shopping for swimsuits on the victoria's secret website is a bad idea, just as shopping for clothes there is a bad idea, since you can hardly even find the clothes amongst the models. but where else to look after j. crew?

on being rejected from your backup school:
at least my advisor just laughed at them and said it showed how even more obviously inept their department is.

on not having heard from *very prestigious univeristy* that has rumored to already have made its decisions:
should i go do a voodoo dance or something? or did they lose my application?

on j.crew shoes being made by the same manufacturers as gucci and prada:
a very snottily gay j.crew salesperson in seattle told me this. does this actually make them better shoes? i mean, they still aren't gucci shoes, no matter who sews them together. and isn't the fact that they're j.crew shoes good enough to begin with?

on amazon trying to sell me books about nelson mandela:
just because i buy things for ihum does not, unfortunately, mean i'm socially conscious.

on ihum applicants having recs from jacques derrida:
craaazy. i didn't quite realize he was actually a person. i mean, he's not now, because he's dead, but you know. wait, it isn't a violation of confidentiality if i don't say who it was, right?

on my new yellow sweater from j.crew:
sooo soft.

on love-o-grams:
ridiculous.