tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49050092418103719682024-02-06T21:31:47.583-06:00The Wanderlust KidPolitics, Thoughts, Poetry, Travel, Feminism.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-41779254131735539592008-06-08T16:24:00.001-05:002008-06-08T16:27:25.276-05:00Holden - A Poem<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>Holden</em><br /><br /><br />In the dusty shelving of the library, I had<br /> an intimate love affair<br /> acute moments of ecstasy<br />pressed<br />back to books<br />fingers searching<br />breath shortening<br /> later, white margins filled: Mrs. Caulfield<br /> Mrs. Holden Caulfield<br /> scrawled in red cursive, loopy</strong></span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-3525258623866633842008-06-03T22:39:00.001-05:002008-06-03T22:40:52.773-05:00Wow. Yay. and Finally.<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/04/us/politics/03cnd-elect.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&hp">:)</a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-51690662886127455642008-05-31T18:13:00.003-05:002008-05-31T20:24:01.634-05:00Dorm, Love<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I'm about half way through packing up my dorm, and its been pretty bittersweet. </span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I love the decorations in my room:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206715141798026898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1IAKtlc30Q1abCW4gje-qBMWdLJBYCVDUE6WQhzf2dMDLWSdFVXZmoCTn7YuC_WvF0yXu369SfmWWJlKj20iCHmjEvvDEgu6upNT5vKO78uj7s84MohScCExhg2Gk5qRA3BTFfcy2ZOBo/s200/Felipe's+Birthday+031.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206715126990511010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbF38YrBf9EAvowl1zfIZrWxfSFpnkDMf4YfvqE-a2KguD_ErMEwVo-Wv9TZ4avYGTXe0GQ8Dm82GbiNhYJyx6pQI4AqevAjXzGU4HbH2CZbD6dSMh3T0zaJA_hp0WmoAVq7pv57V6HWMB/s200/Felipe's+Birthday+029.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206715144242736146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrubqIyrSqz9sbsNmh9cbs6VS-7lStUJlRFLrQAkatRP-jKu7RZsGRQ6AJ5Hxs3vsR7yHfcoQC7oXmThqBSIauAoIDGBxc1Q3fCuBK12SojdsrFqCenPh0MlKT4u2E-7iSZ6-XtmakFGaF/s200/Felipe's+Birthday+033.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>A lot of them are magazine pictures Melissa and I found this year or drawings we made for each other or post-it note pictures. Silly things that mean a lot. </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>I've actually had two roommates this year. The first was my friend from high school, who dropped out after the first term, and then Melissa, who lived in the room next door, moved in with me. Both roommates were wonderful, and I'm going to be lonely this summer in a room all to myself.</strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>My favorite things about my room this year:</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>10. The perpetually half-dying, half-living bamboo</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>9. My bobbleheads</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>8. Lots of Obama pictures</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>7. Our fish, who has had a half-million different names</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>6. The fruit lights</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>5. The mini-glow in the dark skeleton with no forearms</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>4. My Kevin Coval Chicago Trib article</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>3. My insane collection of pictures</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>2. Our random, werid refrigarator magnets</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>1. Our awesomeness essence</strong></span></p>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-30497285790279193662008-05-29T18:51:00.019-05:002008-05-30T16:53:42.735-05:00My Super Sappy Post about My First Year of College<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq1_X9RkKazDI6nrcW2YRsyx0c_30qp5BGAx7cgnuWvs1lrf7wYWQ6zrQ7o4l4bKZOVzDr6oJgfUMyALbji7gWReDAt7q5hCHqpfVtCKg5Zm76HiC_23ne0Sm-UNxca85lzPAuxYeG6BSI/s1600-h/Girl+Talk+050.JPG"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206287440506119010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq1_X9RkKazDI6nrcW2YRsyx0c_30qp5BGAx7cgnuWvs1lrf7wYWQ6zrQ7o4l4bKZOVzDr6oJgfUMyALbji7gWReDAt7q5hCHqpfVtCKg5Zm76HiC_23ne0Sm-UNxca85lzPAuxYeG6BSI/s200/Girl+Talk+050.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>Today I finished my last class of my first year in college.</strong></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206286061821616962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2D0OC41iVJha1SGq-hY5vkKlD_hYrClikouTmND_ELF1mOd5FSUklcTCqo-bvqhJotY_QgLUnuMcMzlIErJbSOPuofhkJGxdgsFIKxowuD1ug8k3mnN7bxVONprxhkrjhzIX5kDEAxJn9/s200/Felipe's+Birthday+044.JPG" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">This year was incredible. I made some awesome </span></strong><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"><----------friends ----------> </span></strong></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">I had a radio show.</span></div></strong></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><p align="center"></strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206281672365040370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq41Iw04dWDtju-YvekBdXf8N9CdrlhsShfcSsJu29PBVORBlG7x9jdUTPuvA_pKaI_soP8bXNYl9t23Jqw_3FY0boiliIv8WUoc2elJcD210znYqKy0ea3AXoBVLNs7iiOdN01f-ZtMAX/s200/radio+show.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"> With a kickass co-host.</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></p><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I fell in love with feminism and started writing for <a href="http://www.impersonated.blogspot.com/">a blog.</a></span><a href="http://www.impersonated.blogspot.com/"> </a></strong><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">我学了中文。<br /></span></strong></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">I had an awesome roommate. </span></strong></span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj891_GGVSizVsB1fB0zMFXRoKfpznLM5Bgjbj_k1OziS0gHj8dNatBsp2Eo5mBgMhVC1TrBbR0ZbWG9BOUw8G8W7aHjg2K09iMCwE6oYEOwIoAu3e-tynHs53meeTi5QU0McaGq1M9bHyN/s1600-h/Felipe's+Birthday+041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206284472683717410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj891_GGVSizVsB1fB0zMFXRoKfpznLM5Bgjbj_k1OziS0gHj8dNatBsp2Eo5mBgMhVC1TrBbR0ZbWG9BOUw8G8W7aHjg2K09iMCwE6oYEOwIoAu3e-tynHs53meeTi5QU0McaGq1M9bHyN/s200/Felipe's+Birthday+041.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Who shared her family's Easter traditions</span></strong></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BkYX0OGfNmLk8PYtyKW78wva58rCtaU_tvCxx2HQlUfamHDX2iZ4hMcoELDyB997EQ-Z1tZ3MegLCmubW4Wuvv5LyIwVyTkf_azmTZQUbusDGC_IcgqIFPzQ5ymG6SHiFw9bdPbQW5S8/s1600-h/IMG_1248.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206286663117038418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BkYX0OGfNmLk8PYtyKW78wva58rCtaU_tvCxx2HQlUfamHDX2iZ4hMcoELDyB997EQ-Z1tZ3MegLCmubW4Wuvv5LyIwVyTkf_azmTZQUbusDGC_IcgqIFPzQ5ymG6SHiFw9bdPbQW5S8/s200/IMG_1248.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I took some classes, too. They were good.</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Basically, although I had some pretty rough weeks, I had a wonderful first year. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">I learned so much, which I know is the point of college. So when I say I learned so much, I mean I discovered so many new things. My friends and I debated, fought, cried, laughed (mostly), and just became family. We talked about everything from sex to Israel to enviromentalism to cafeteria food recipies to beer. Because so many of my friends are international, I won't be able to see them over the summer. I am going to miss them intensly.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">But, you know what I won't miss: sharing a bathroom with 11 girls I don't really know. I won't miss walking in on shower sex or unflushed toilets. I definatley won't miss other people's hair in the drain. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">But, enough with the negative. I love lists, so here are some reasons why I am excited about next year:</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">1. Living with all my friends!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">2. Taking classes that I want</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">3. Learning Spanish</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">4. Declaring my majors</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">5. Meeting new kids</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">6. Sustainable take-out containers</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">7. Maybe writing for TKS</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">8. Decorating a whole new room</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">9. Not being a freshman</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">10. Sharing a bathroom with only 3 people</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">11. Not working at 7:45am</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>Yay.</strong></span></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-39370008417798412222008-05-27T23:27:00.002-05:002008-05-27T23:38:24.581-05:00Mexico?<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">So, this is kind of exciting.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">My roommate is a first generation Mexican kid, and she is going back to Mexico this summer to visit her family, and she invited me to come with! Her family lives in a small, rural Mexican town called Cocaoyula, and she lived down there for a few years after she was born. This whole year she has been telling me stories about Mexico, eating iguana, killing chicken, and haggling at street markets, and now to have the opportunity to see it all myself, I am estatic.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">The idea actually started because Melissa wants to collect some oral histories from her grandma and grandpa about the town, since they have lived there forever. I suggested that she try to turn it into an independent study project, and we formulated the idea from there. We want to go down this summer to get an idea of things and show our faces, and then next summer, spend a lot of time down there collecting oral histories and possibly filming a documentary.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Ah. I am psyched. Now all I have to do is ask my mom, mi madre.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">love.</span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-60326401650845900122008-05-27T20:53:00.002-05:002008-05-27T21:02:19.569-05:00中国<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>你好。我想去中国!我想吃中国饭,看上海和北京,说中文!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>So, I am dying to go to China.</strong></span> <strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Here at school, I'm finishing up my first year of Chinese language instruction. Its been very challenging, and I am a little frustrated by how little I can speak (relatively, I know about 300 characters, however fluency requires about 3000), but because of my studies this year, I want to go to China so badly.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">I actually just got out of a meeting about a trip to go over there, but, unfortuatnely its going to cost about 4000 dollars. While techinically I could do it, I can't justify a 10 day trip for that amount of money. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Ah, I think one of these days I'm going to just have a freak out and fly to China (pshht if your thinking about a visa, I mean, reality, who cares) and spend all my money on dumplings. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">谢谢。我爱你!</span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-6064964778523279882008-05-26T19:33:00.003-05:002008-05-26T19:37:45.406-05:00Finally<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>Finally, I am going to begin posting here again.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>The term is finally ending, and I will have a little more free time.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>I took a poetry writing class this term and just turned in my final portfolio, so I feeling both relieved and saddened. So, I thought I would post one of the poems I wrote this term here:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>Globalization</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>We couldn’t take anymore kids<br />with their Birkenstocks and orange tans<br />spouting CliffNote rhetoric about<br />Emily Dickinson and flies buzzing.<br />We couldn’t take anymore kids<br />popping the collar of uniform polos<br />and throwing down fake gang signs<br />from the windows of their Range Rovers.<br /><br />So instead of hopping the yellow bus<br />we jumped a train to the city<br />and found ourselves in morning’s rush<br />briefcases and beige pantsuits<br />#1 MOM coffee cups and<br />polished shoes reflecting the headline<br />of their owners’ Chicago Tribune: Anti-<br />American Protests Continue in Afghanistan.<br /><br />Outside the train station’s doors<br />the smell of sewer and cigarettes<br />spiked the oxygen in our blood.<br />Led to the EL by the sound of clicking heels,<br />we watched from the brown line window<br />a single file stream of briefcases on every block.<br />We stepped off of the EL and<br />stepped into a vintage Neverland.<br /><br />Under the green street sign at the<br />intersection of Belmont and Clark</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>the sidewalk was filled with shoes<br />stitched by tiny, brown hands in Asia.<br />The shoes were filled with people<br />shouting to end war in the Middle East<br />and the sidewalk brimmed with<br />fliers that spelled Hamas Hummus.<br /> <br />We bought falafels and French<br />fries and drank Diet Coke and<br />watched a man harass a woman<br />watched a woman flinch<br />In the bathroom a plant hung over the sink<br />and on the door of the first white stall<br />someone had scrawled in red sharpie ink<br />“this is this and that is shit.”<br /><br />As darkness fell neon rose,<br />and we wandered to the train station<br />passing bums layered in plaid shirts<br />collecting change in front of Neiman Marcus<br />passing skinny kids dressed like bums<br />carrying Neiman Marcus bags.<br />On the train we watched a man<br />drink whiskey out of a paper bag.<br /><br />On the train we talked about<br />last week’s calculus test.<br /></strong></span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-18713646206526451222008-04-16T11:00:00.003-05:002008-04-16T11:01:56.073-05:00Hiccups<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>I have the hiccups. I hate the hiccups. Actually, I think I hate the hiccups more than I hate most other things. They are distracting, annoying, and kind of hurt. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>Hm. I wonder if they are a legitimate reason for missing class.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>Hm. Hm.</strong></span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-32222380334254069512008-04-02T00:13:00.004-05:002008-04-02T00:33:31.414-05:00Procrastination Nation Station is my Destination<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">According to my astronomy book:</span></strong><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">"Eccentricity is a quantity that describes the amount by which an ellipse is stretched compared to a perfect circle. A circle is an ellipse with zero eccentricity."</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">A few of my eccentricities include:</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">1. Uneven arm lengths</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">2. The ability to roll only one side of my tongue</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">3. Far larger that average shoe size</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">4. The ability to make my room messy just a few hours after its cleaned</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">5. An unhealthy obsession with Obama's sexiness</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">6. A penchant for making lists </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I'm glad I'm not a perfect circle. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184516375206833858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwDWdz32iKZ1mm7-fi03L6XqnGLhu5eHYqNE2GwBfIdJusal_JYwyrvw1qbPKrNLRGLdwS42otjzD6iVgVK2VAKYcHg36BdvRkwD0hoEeCeC6_GXMSAQmuVlryo871VW2HYMbwqOyf6YS/s200/silllllly.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></div><br /> <strong> <span style="font-size:78%;">(Suzie, my elliptical friend, and me)</span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-54046585967226727512008-03-31T09:42:00.002-05:002008-03-31T09:49:31.390-05:00Soggy Monday<strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">It is Monday morning, it is raining, and I am not happy.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Mostly I hate Monday because its the beginning of five days of class, work, and responsibilities. This term I hate Monday because I work at 7:45am and don't have class until noon. Today I hate Monday because it is pouring and my pants are wet.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">You see, I always check weather.com before I get dressed, and today it told me 66 degrees and rain, later in the day. So I put my clothes on and go to work, and then two hours later I leave work and walk into a huge storm. I am not wearing appropiate footwear and my shoes, hair, jeans, and hoodie are immediately soaked. I HATE weather.com.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Now, I have to write an introduction paper for my poetry class tonight, and I have to include three unusual things about myself. I have no idea what I am going to say is unusual about me. Hm.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Anyway, sorry for the annoyed blog post, I had to vent my wet frustration and my roommate is still asleep.</span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-79792972110613907572008-03-30T14:06:00.003-05:002008-03-30T16:45:37.239-05:00Kids Killing Kids<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">My roommate showed me <a href="http://blog.wired.com/underwire/2008/03/anti-emo-riots.html">this story</a> last night. At first we thought it was a mock news story, like <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">The Onion</span>, because it seemed so crazy, but its sadly not.<br /><br />Apparently, violence has broken out across Mexico against "emo" kids. This subset of youth culture has been experiencing increasing harassment and violence, often tormented by other Mexican youths, often those associated with "punk" and "metal" music.<br /><br />The underlying problem seems to be homophobia. Many people in Mexico still feel very uncomfortable with homosexuality, and due to the "feminine" hair and make-up worn by many Mexican "emo" kids, the group is become associated with homosexuality. </span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >"Detesto a los emosexuales," (I hate emosexuals) was posted on a youth website. Because emosexual is wordplay on homosexual (especially in Spanish because of the silent 'h'), the underlying problem has become more and more clear.</span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183654010198306450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJjmEjWvGbrtGgQh41DixajUN93TNZr4zpthMDr1yXmVRjavqAydXXHADt401OZKNOLFzaHuosuqzqpwRUhFV9ry12KkgJ2VhfcCjD4OeXUjBgZyL9zpSKQjlt0HiuKe3Pr-IC7vkp7IW/s200/emokids.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is especially heart-wrenching, I feel, because it is kids hating other kids. The youth should be united, has to be united in order to change the world. Under Mexico's corrupt government, it is especially important that the youth be organized, that they care for each other. To let something as unimportant as sexual orientation, or supposed sexual orientation, to prevent a revolution, a safer world, a fairer government is...<br /><br />"Why are all the kids killing each other?" - Kevin Coval<br /></span></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></div></span></span></span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-7712639081905373702008-03-25T18:40:00.000-05:002008-03-25T18:41:19.241-05:00This is Terrifying<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/science/03/25/antartica.collapse.ap/index.html?iref=mpstoryview">OMG.</a></span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-50273930575278046202008-03-19T20:38:00.000-05:002008-03-19T20:39:02.739-05:00I Love<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Suprises!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">And tomorrow we're going to pull one off yay.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I can't wait. Yay. Yay. Yay.</span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-34650326017592232672008-03-18T19:23:00.006-05:002008-03-18T19:30:41.108-05:00Chinatown<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Today I went to Chinatown with my friends Anna and Avi. </span></strong><div><div><div><div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">It was pretty exciting because I got to speak a little bit of 中文。</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">But, it was also overwhelming because I realized how little I really know. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I loved it though. </span></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179242713709593522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5vpwe7coBpD4hw-MmWYmcexTI4QF7vX_nr1j0nRSMlyYBOSFopgXuL1ieHsAt4MZ4VlbNdrlq0MISV6ITDJoPQxz-wrA87oUjN7XG_McocTnHWSY45bTCTRyOKYOQOj37bnvcMqFms7oL/s200/Chinatown+024.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179242919868023746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Yc152-CKCEz6aRvc4QQ9_z2BQzicvnL5jcans4psUSszySAxBIQ9ab8kgqzpxLZ2GJrYiTFji5CgaXCs9-vS-fzKsgpBWarA2hWJJO1hWYkFyV5LoQWEG0CzKz_xYIjSVgOvzeMhk3TF/s200/Chinatown+020.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179243121731486674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcGhq3dzfAmF2sTiMARpx2rIOdVF8KeyHQWVTIgAQhsnaAO-sWEBVTpRhKLes_ifl7Ws8I1XEjtbn9FpDFiiZPDOV0Ek8grPob0WPEB9xLCOwBJxbdFtZgHYa0LGibNgO2gUJeZI3-_ds/s200/Chinatown+023.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179243473918804978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoc8z-yx0SaqPiNCREKGG7tWaXN9wxyFbeE4rs7rqT2Yj3HAwnycdiA-2kIevxfB16FPMnR6EYHu-vGKDQsD2DDKtk3CaAxfNDb2h_OgvCzPBJSfL-8qRD3n7cpL79y1TPqTPz3pv8wxNN/s200/Chinatown+014.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-15517733191488727092008-03-14T18:22:00.003-05:002008-03-14T18:29:34.999-05:00Okay. I'll Admit It.<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Once in a while I actually like coming home to the suburbs.</span></strong><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Like now, when I can sit on my front step, writing my last paper, drink coffee.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I am trying to fool myself into thinking it is not too cold to be in my barefeet.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">But it is. I'm in my barefeet. But wearing a scarf and gloves.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Oh, well, its actually really nice out here.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I like my front yard.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177743095813424018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dRagVAoPonMsqjTiIpkMA27SiEifTnHISPpv9JgovhvCHn7CRjmTDyYMmA9vgIT6oXz-F7tQYSwVJmLZxFiTpLs5DoQIyiHoUe2X5dXcjYeKFxyiW_s6LybM3mLpinhftFnamwYAGjCz/s200/kristas+camera+055.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">That's my sister and her friend, you can ignore them. Just admire the scenery. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-22365364037527103532008-03-11T00:44:00.002-05:002008-03-11T00:46:30.628-05:00I make bad decisions.<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I have a paper due at 10:30am tomorrow.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I have known about this paper for 9 days.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">It is only 5 pages long.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I have been working on it for 11 hours.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I only have two pages done.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">THAT IS RIDCULOUS.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I am the worst procrastinator.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I nap.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I eat.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I blog.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I play pool.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I have a beer.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I watch a movie.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I do silly internet surfing.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I do not write philosophy paper.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">ARGH.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-56693358096861371132008-03-10T16:23:00.002-05:002008-03-10T16:29:38.657-05:00Yay.<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">My friend <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884754298018500343">Amelia</a> asked me to be a contributor to her feminist blog: Female Impersonator!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"><a href="http://impersonated.blogspot.com/">Her blog</a> is a baby, but its still pretty fantastic, and I am very excited to be its co-surrogate mother.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">It is named after our <a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=20453435117">radio show</a>, which got its name from a quote by Susan Brownmiller: "All women are female impersonators to some degree." Meaning that it takes a lot of work to be what society views as a woman or feminine. Such as diets, makeup, hair, shoes ect. Even though, when I wear my pjs to class, I am still technically a woman, I am not viewed as a woman. Its a pretty fantastic, thought provoking quote, so I am so glad she adopted it to her blog as well as our radio show.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">So yep. Awesome-ness.</span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-71989952496808670402008-03-10T15:03:00.004-05:002008-03-10T15:26:54.943-05:00International Women's Day<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">So, Saturday was International Women's Day, which I unfortunately did not realize until Sunday, so I didn't do anything to celebrate.</span></strong><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Or did I? </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Well, I got to thinking about what I did do on Saturday and how it could be related to a celebration of International Women's Day. On Saturday, I got up around 9 to read a book for my African American Women Writer's literature class, finished it, and then worked on my final Chinese memorization. I went to lunch in the caf and chatted with my friends. I did a little more studying and went to dinner with my girlfriends at a Mexican restaurant in town. Then we all came back to my roommate's and my dorm and played Apples to Apples and creeped around on Facebook. And then we parted ways; I did a little more reading and went to sleep.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">I, obviously, did a lot of homework on Saturday. I worked towards my education, a wonderful privilege that I would mostly likely not have had 100 years ago. I am so thankful that I am even allowed to get an education, but to be at a college that I choose, in classes I want to be in, taught by brilliant female professors, and in solidarity with my female classmates, who outnumber my male classmates in every room is incredible. Then to have great female friends to joke and laugh with, who support each other, care for each other, and grow together is so lucky.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">However, it sadly isn't this way all over the world. Of young illiterate people in the world, women constitue 2/3 of them. Women, both in America and abroad, are shamed into ignorance about their bodies. The right of women to control their reproductive functions is in danger. Women are still raped as stolen property in war. Women are still raped in marriage by friends, relatives, and strangers. Young girls' are sexualized in the media. Female genital mutilation is commonplace in some African communities. Girls are consistently denied education in regions of the world.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Although, I did miss International Women's Day, March is Women's Herstory Month, so please take the time to educate yourself on women's issues in the United States and in other areas of the world.</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176211403101487938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiAfjRqghQYABs2Da3GYJ5bKMi9qqXglMyTbuenLMygMSzrbYx6CO8_rZT7r7q1FsiaIVr5eXg8wWvSVUd1ZifUiQgqeY9cCAyRm1wbFSS64b5crgmsg6DTkYGPU1spbnWzJODUWKQcwI/s200/iwd.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-57608448950449979732008-03-09T20:58:00.000-05:002008-03-09T20:59:29.382-05:00By the Way<strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Btw, I hate finals.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-64308638029677985532008-03-07T01:32:00.002-06:002008-03-07T01:34:24.685-06:00Today I Learned...<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">How to sew! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Yep. My roommate taught me how to do some simple stitching, and my backpack is now adorned with six patches from my travels.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">And I only pricked myself twice. Yay.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-37611831924836499042008-03-06T19:25:00.004-06:002008-03-06T20:05:00.840-06:00Ciao<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Today I feel like writing about Italy.</span></strong> <div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">They like motorcycles in Italy:</span></strong></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174805950833508018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4F71ycq8kTNrBxH_QR7TpblXgusBI03hcPC7O1wh-pOekWr9gyc48LLu2pWcX3mw4SWY8XWv0pFEt7kg7APV2as02CjL7JpdzTAc9pNijzAOlJJnMO9oRwEv_m0r5aYpUQsheTiHC1h0L/s320/motorcycles.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>They also like wine, as do I. Basically, Italy was amazing. Tonight, I think I'm going to write about Florence. I went to Florence about a year ago on a school sponsored trip, and discovered Florence was the most breathtaking place. It was truly like breathing in a painting. </strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">It was a drizzling lightly when we got to Florence, so we all pulled out our umbrellas and walked through the winding alleys of the city. The whole city smelled like cigarettes and leather; Florence is famous for its leather craftsmen (artisans?). The alleys were criss-crossed with cobblestone and motorcycles are parked sporadically. The women were all wearing pashminas, as soft as clouds, with thick leather jackets and the men (oh, Italian men) were just as beautiful. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">We went to lunch at a small restaurant and drank red wine and had some fantastic pizza. We joked with the waiter, and he politely laughed off our terrible attempts at ordering in Italian. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">After finishing our meal, we went to a leather store, and, since I was a little tipsy, I rationalized spending a hundred euros on a beautiful leather purse.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Then we saw 'The David' by Michelangelo. Seeing 'The David' was one the most awe-spiring moments of my life. Firstly, the statue is giant. Its simple mass is breathtaking, and the detail is magnificant. Michelangelo completed 'The David' in only two years, and it got me to thinking of what I could accomplish in two years. I realized that art is a true experience.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">After we left the exhibit, we walked out into the sudden sunshine, and people watched in the square. Florence is truly the Mecca of beautiful, young people. There were so many simply gorgeous men and women in the city. Walking along the river and breathing in the moment, laughing with my friends, and taking pictures truly captured the experience. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">I saw so much in Florence, and I know I missed just as much. I can't wait to go back. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong></p>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-8374057299794848512008-03-05T22:42:00.003-06:002008-03-05T22:50:19.297-06:00I Blame My Mother<div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">For my small obsession with Helen Keller.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">And when I say obsession I don't mean anything creepy or weird. But, I swear, "The Miracle Worker" partly defined my childhood, simply by the mass of times I saw it. And watched my mom cry at pivotal 'water' scene.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">And then I saw this 'newly discovered rare picture' of Helen Keller on CNN today:</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div></div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174485962885054114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqO3ikvLwHpsduJtqHX28RWnr9OLsEHAYIPjhMcRk3-3gTkU_-Yf1Tq2cwW1AD_cquXxidBfAQMGqJj-LRof2reYVE1epbS5OdQULr569ShjJABNNG873MXvROfSmQ-ilzf2IUKnJn3QFq/s400/helen+keller.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Yep. That is Helen Keller and Annie Sullivan. Interesting? </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Yeah. Probably not. But, I mean everyone enjoys Helen Keller to some extent, whether it be through Apples to Apples or a simple well placed refrence. So, once again, Helen, you are implanted into our pop culture.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Congrats.</span></strong></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-16411642419327653992008-03-04T19:17:00.006-06:002008-03-04T19:44:45.080-06:00Today is Tuesday...<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">..."Critical Tuesday" according to some news outlets. </span></strong><br /><div><div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">And as of 7:19, Obama has taken Vermont.</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Yay Obama. So, full discourse, I have a MAJOR crush on Obama.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">I met him last year at a 'town meeting' in Washington DC, and had the chance to ask him about global warming. While I don't actually remember his answer, [I was too starstruck to take it in] people said it was excellent. And he called me young lady. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">So, as of right now, Obama has the lead in Texas. Now, I don't understand how he has 62% of the vote with 0% of precincts reporting. How do they figure it out??</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">So. I will probably blog a little bit more later about the results tonight, but I will leave you with a picture that I adore:</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174066744012193426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhRnM30cBVwQWRCiS8LITPv30Cxe0n68SDXpBXJ9ncS56Ux2kEbTqM273a_uwHzH6qjrBSziQQgJu1-GqECZsmenaq4Te3-Be6EZkSTIxPyfnn-ij6peZ1Q_cDZYCDMmy-hZ7zxsYvt0J/s400/obama+andm+me.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">ps. You should check out this excellent feminist blog my friend <a href="http://impersonated.blogspot.com/">Amelia</a> just started.</span></strong></p>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-7324980196851924142008-03-04T00:39:00.002-06:002008-03-04T00:46:33.460-06:00Poem<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">we leaned/ hard/ against their walls/ he and i</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">sharing/ a breath/ a cigarette</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">imprinting red lipstick on the end </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">discarding red lipstick on his mouth</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">but he wiped it gone/ until his lips bled</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">redder then before</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905009241810371968.post-30109888362211840592008-03-03T22:11:00.000-06:002008-03-03T22:26:57.268-06:00Well.<strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Total honesty: I forgot about you, blog. But, I am back. Writing about nothing, as usual. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">I am still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Lately, all I can think about is travel. My friend and I have a very, implausible life plan which involves travelling around the world and writing as we go; he wants to write screenplays, I want to write short stories and poetry. We actually have a list of places we want to go, in order:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">1. India</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">2. Spain</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">3. The Netherlands</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">4. Scotland</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">5. Switzerland</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">6. China</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">So, that is my big life dream. And I am far from accomplishing it here in my small town college. But, its okay, because it is motivation to see the world one day.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">And I've done a pretty good job so far. I've been to Spain, France, Italy, Germany, England, and Canada. Italy was my favorite, honestly, but all the countries are pretty incomparable. Not that I'm an expert or anything. So, also, that is why my blog has the name 'The Wanderlust Kid.' Btw. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Yay.</span></strong>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00139058825727884888noreply@blogger.com1