So here's the deal... My life has been taken over by everything I love.
I love what I do. But there are times when I wish I could take a brief 48-hour break from my schedule just to read a book in the park, or paint a picture, or go to the museum, or write a poem. I also wish my schedule allowed for even a fifteen minute break to update my blog. But alas, this is not the case.
Again, although my life is being taken over, I love every moment of it.
But here is the issue which I would like to address here: time management.
I understand that I too have been busy, but I am making sure that I find time to tend to my obligations, call my mother, get some exercise, and occasionally even eat and/or sleep. What I don't understand is when people claim that they are just "sooo busy," and can't get anything done. But when I sign on to Facebook at the end of the day, I have seventeen different Farmville requests from them. No. I will not buy a pig from you or whatever it is that you want me to do. Go read a book.
Apologies for that outburst. I am just annoyed with Farmville. Anyway...
My thought is that if you have a lot to do, then the longer you complain about your work-load, the less time you have to get work done. I'm busy too, but you don't see me complaining about it. Well... Except for right here. But this is different. This is a blog.
Hopefully I can add my blog to my long list of things to do each day. Perhaps I'll just write out quick thoughts at the end of each day, or something like that. Or maybe I'll take another month and a half off from blogging until I randomly remember that this exists. Who's to say...
Well if you read this, I thank you for your time. And you're likely much better at managing your time if you have time to read blog entries like this. Sorry... The next one will be better. Promise.
Until next time.
kp
9.26.2010
8.07.2010
Teenage Senselessness
I get it. "Boys will be boys." But I think once you enter high school, your behaviors are no longer excused by this rule.
As the road trip continued, we arrived at another Rest Plaza today. This time in Pennsylvania. A group of at least twenty high school aged boys were also at the same plaza. I, frankly, don't like being around large groups of people my own age. At least groups that I don't know. I know that they are most likely jocks who punch each other for fun, whereas my friends and I eat skittles and sing show tunes for fun.
Well this group was no exception.
After being in the car for hours with nothing to comfort me but Will and Grace on DVD and a large bottle of water, I had to use the facilities. As did every one of these twenty high school boys. Well they must have thought that they were the only ones in the bathroom as they were pushing each other around. One, thinking I was his friend, tried to block me from a toilet. Upon shouting "Excuse me!" into his ear, he got the picture that I wasn't his friend.
Another boy, not aware of his surroundings, pushed my father into a wall to get to a toilet first. My father was not too happy with these proceedings. The boy was immediately brought back to reality as he realized what he had just done. He began to apologize profusely. Needless to say, this boy was embarrassed.
Lucky for the boy, I did not know of this until my father told me in the lobby. Had I known/seen what happened, I would have assembled my soap box right then and there in the bathroom and began a short lecture on etiquette, politeness, and sensibility. But I simply gave them an eye roll and a not-so-secret look of judgment on my face.
Like I said, "Boys will be boys," needs to stop somewhere. Some of these boys must have been at least eighteen years old. I think they would know better than to push each other around in a public bathroom.
Until next time.
kp
As the road trip continued, we arrived at another Rest Plaza today. This time in Pennsylvania. A group of at least twenty high school aged boys were also at the same plaza. I, frankly, don't like being around large groups of people my own age. At least groups that I don't know. I know that they are most likely jocks who punch each other for fun, whereas my friends and I eat skittles and sing show tunes for fun.
Well this group was no exception.
After being in the car for hours with nothing to comfort me but Will and Grace on DVD and a large bottle of water, I had to use the facilities. As did every one of these twenty high school boys. Well they must have thought that they were the only ones in the bathroom as they were pushing each other around. One, thinking I was his friend, tried to block me from a toilet. Upon shouting "Excuse me!" into his ear, he got the picture that I wasn't his friend.
Another boy, not aware of his surroundings, pushed my father into a wall to get to a toilet first. My father was not too happy with these proceedings. The boy was immediately brought back to reality as he realized what he had just done. He began to apologize profusely. Needless to say, this boy was embarrassed.
Lucky for the boy, I did not know of this until my father told me in the lobby. Had I known/seen what happened, I would have assembled my soap box right then and there in the bathroom and began a short lecture on etiquette, politeness, and sensibility. But I simply gave them an eye roll and a not-so-secret look of judgment on my face.
Like I said, "Boys will be boys," needs to stop somewhere. Some of these boys must have been at least eighteen years old. I think they would know better than to push each other around in a public bathroom.
Until next time.
kp
8.06.2010
Sensible Hygiene
There are some things that I feel need to be shared with the rest of the world. For example, a smile, a hug, the occasional "Hi, how are ya," or, "Now don't you look nice today," etc.
And then there are things that I think are best off kept to one's self. For example, bathroom habits, bedroom activities, personal hygiene routines, Sarah Palin support, etc.
Earlier today, as I was on the first leg of a very long road trip, my family and I stopped at a Rest Plaza on the side of the road. I was experiencing some mild car sickness, and was in search of some Dramamine inside the convenience store located, conveniently, inside of the Rest Plaza. I found the Dramamine I needed at quite a steep price. But rather than feeling miserable, I felt it best to bite the dust, and spend five whole dollars on four doses of the stuff.
I was about to get in line to purchase these overpriced pills when I saw the checker behind the counter was clipping his fingernails. You read correctly - clipping his fingernails.
I then proceeded to place my desperately needed pills back on the shelf.
I was not about to support this man's habit of clipping his nails publicly. I doubt that he works so much that he simply doesn't have to time to clip his nails at home. How do I know that a rogue hangnail isn't going to end up in my wax-paper wrapped convenient store hot dog? I know that because I would never get one. But someone might! And when they do, they'll be really grossed out.
So here is my plan for the night: I'm going to go read a Jodi Picoult novel in the hotel lobby while enjoying the setting sun and smiling politely at those around me.
Here is NOT my plan for the night: To sit in the front lobby reading Sarah Palin's autobiography while clipping my toenails in my underwear.
Until next time.
kp
And then there are things that I think are best off kept to one's self. For example, bathroom habits, bedroom activities, personal hygiene routines, Sarah Palin support, etc.
Earlier today, as I was on the first leg of a very long road trip, my family and I stopped at a Rest Plaza on the side of the road. I was experiencing some mild car sickness, and was in search of some Dramamine inside the convenience store located, conveniently, inside of the Rest Plaza. I found the Dramamine I needed at quite a steep price. But rather than feeling miserable, I felt it best to bite the dust, and spend five whole dollars on four doses of the stuff.
I was about to get in line to purchase these overpriced pills when I saw the checker behind the counter was clipping his fingernails. You read correctly - clipping his fingernails.
I then proceeded to place my desperately needed pills back on the shelf.
I was not about to support this man's habit of clipping his nails publicly. I doubt that he works so much that he simply doesn't have to time to clip his nails at home. How do I know that a rogue hangnail isn't going to end up in my wax-paper wrapped convenient store hot dog? I know that because I would never get one. But someone might! And when they do, they'll be really grossed out.
So here is my plan for the night: I'm going to go read a Jodi Picoult novel in the hotel lobby while enjoying the setting sun and smiling politely at those around me.
Here is NOT my plan for the night: To sit in the front lobby reading Sarah Palin's autobiography while clipping my toenails in my underwear.
Until next time.
kp
8.03.2010
Biting My Tongue
I have this bad habit of having really strong opinions about almost everything. So when I hear someone make an ignorant statement, see an inconsiderate Facebook status, or I read an offensive article, I have a hard time keeping my opinions to myself.
So many times we hear the word "confrontational" and think it's a negative trait in a person. I, personally, see it as a willingness to confront a problem or situation. I don't think it's necessarily always a bad thing.
But then there are times where I have to ask myself, "Is it worth it to put up this fight?"
Tonight I saw someone's Facebook status that was clearly one of ignorant thinking, and a lack of analysis. It was a FOX News status of sorts.
My gut reaction was to type a brief, informative response, and put a nice ":-)" at the end. I've even thought very specifically about how and what to say. But at this point I think it better to just bite my tongue.
Ignorance is a voluntary situation. This person is choosing to live their life viewing things from a very negative, closed-minded perspective. Whereas I like to think that I come from a more optimistic, well-informed perspective.
All in all, there is virtually no point in responding to these type of people, because it is with near certainty that I can say they won't change their mind. I'm stubborn. You're stubborn. We're all stubborn. Let's call the whole thing off. Wait... What I'm saying is people who choose to be ignorant want to stay that way, despite your well phrased opinions to the contrary.
Until next time.
kp
So many times we hear the word "confrontational" and think it's a negative trait in a person. I, personally, see it as a willingness to confront a problem or situation. I don't think it's necessarily always a bad thing.
But then there are times where I have to ask myself, "Is it worth it to put up this fight?"
Tonight I saw someone's Facebook status that was clearly one of ignorant thinking, and a lack of analysis. It was a FOX News status of sorts.
My gut reaction was to type a brief, informative response, and put a nice ":-)" at the end. I've even thought very specifically about how and what to say. But at this point I think it better to just bite my tongue.
Ignorance is a voluntary situation. This person is choosing to live their life viewing things from a very negative, closed-minded perspective. Whereas I like to think that I come from a more optimistic, well-informed perspective.
All in all, there is virtually no point in responding to these type of people, because it is with near certainty that I can say they won't change their mind. I'm stubborn. You're stubborn. We're all stubborn. Let's call the whole thing off. Wait... What I'm saying is people who choose to be ignorant want to stay that way, despite your well phrased opinions to the contrary.
Until next time.
kp
7.29.2010
News Sensibility
The other day a friend posted an article to his Facebook profile. As soon as I saw that it was from Fox News, I knew he was not posting it in support. Fox News isn't even allowed to be on the TV in our house. The only Fox News I ever see is if it's shown on the Daily Show or something of the sort.
Here is the text from the article by Fox reporter Anna Davlantes. I have not edited any of the text, this is simply copied/pasted. (I'll include the link to the article at the end of this note.)
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Are Libraries Necessary, or a Waste of Tax Money?
Published : Monday, 28 Jun 2010, 9:53 PM CDT
Chicago - They eat up millions of your hard earned tax dollars. It's money that could be used to keep your child's school running. So with the internet and e-books, do we really need millions for libraries?
Libraries are quiet havens for the community. They take us to other worlds. They even make us laugh. But should these institutions -- that date back to 1900 B.C. -- be on the way out?
There are 799 public libraries in Illinois. And they’re busy. People borrow more than 88 million times a year.
But keeping libraries running costs big money. In Chicago, the city pumps $120 million a year into them. In fact, a full 2.5 percent of our yearly property taxes go to fund them.
That's money that could go elsewhere – like for schools, the CTA, police or pensions
One of the nation's biggest and busiest libraries is the $144-million Harold Washington Library in the Loop. It boasts a staggering 5,000 visitors a day!.
So we decided to check it out. We used an undercover camera to see how many people used the library and what were they doing.
In an hour, we counted about 300 visitors. Most of them were using the free internet. The bookshelves? Not so much.
We know we spend a lot on them. But libraries do bring in some revenue: more than $2 million in fines is collected annually by Chicago public libraries.
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I grew very angry upon reading this note. I have read it multiple times since it was published, I have shared it with family and friends. And recently, I finally decided that I wanted my voice to be heard. So I sent an e-mail to Ms. Davlantes over at Fox News.
Below is the text (again, directly copied/pasted) from the e-mail I sent to the author of the article.
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Hello Ms. Davlantes,
I am writing a note to you in response to your recent article discussing libraries and tax-payers' "hard-earned" money.
I would like to let you know that I, personally, would be greatly affected if our libraries did not receive funding. I check out a few different books each month as I love to read, and I check out sheet music, CD recordings, DVDs, and other materials. These are things that I would otherwise not have access to due to a limited student budget, but are important in continuing my education.
Your alternative to libraries (the internet and e-books,) all come at an expense - either to have access to the internet, or to purchase a Kindle or other e-reader. Whereas all I need to read my favorite books and find new music is a local address and a government issued ID. Your argument is essentially the same as saying that we should limit the CTA's budget since people could walk place to place; it might not be as convenient, but it's a viable option.
To say that libraries are becoming outdated is just not true. The Elmhurst Public Library alone loaned over 1.5 million items during the last fiscal year. The Elmhurst Public Library's annual fiscal report also showed that while the library took in $6.4 million from the citizens' property taxes, over half of that amount ($3.6 million) was circulated back to the city through library employees' salaries and benefits. In just 11 months, the Naperville Public Library checked out over 4.6 million items. At the Addison Public Library, the average card-holder checks out 14 books each year.
The public library is an extremely important part of the city system. The necessity of the public library is undeniable; it provides community members with free (or discounted) access to materials, resources, and an environment that cannot be found elsewhere.
While the Elmhurst Public Library took in $6.4 million in tax money, they only took in $360,000 from private donors and grants. If one argues that tax money should be redistributed to places other than the public library system, perhaps they themselves could reduce the library's need for tax money and become a private donor to the library.
I would love to continue a discussion on this topic if you wish. I wanted to be sure that you heard a different perspective (that of a college student on a low budget,) in regard to this matter.
With sincere thanks for your time,
kp
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I realize that my reaction note may have been lengthy, and there is a good chance it will never get read. But I wanted to feel like I at least tried. Mary A Dempsey, the Chicago Public Library Commissioner sent an even longer response to Ms. Davlantes. (I'll include a link to Ms. Dempsey's response below as well.)
I recognize the fact that we have to respond to our economic crisis, and soon. But I think Ms. Davlantes is being very senseless in her analysis. She is, in a sense, attacking the smaller communities in order to solve a bigger problem. While I am not an economics expert, nor do I claim to be, I think there are other options to look at in terms of editing the overall budget.
I could also rant for hour, days even, about FOX News. But rather than criticize her entire organization, I will simply respond to the senselessness of this particular article. Perhaps another day I will go off about FOX News. Some day...
Until next time.
kp
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Click here to read the original article by Anna Davlantes.
Click here to read Mary A Dempsey's response to the article.
If you'd like to send an e-mail to Anna Davlantes to share your opinion, here is her e-mail address:
Anna.Davlantes@foxtv.com
Here is the text from the article by Fox reporter Anna Davlantes. I have not edited any of the text, this is simply copied/pasted. (I'll include the link to the article at the end of this note.)
--------------------
Are Libraries Necessary, or a Waste of Tax Money?
Published : Monday, 28 Jun 2010, 9:53 PM CDT
Chicago - They eat up millions of your hard earned tax dollars. It's money that could be used to keep your child's school running. So with the internet and e-books, do we really need millions for libraries?
Libraries are quiet havens for the community. They take us to other worlds. They even make us laugh. But should these institutions -- that date back to 1900 B.C. -- be on the way out?
There are 799 public libraries in Illinois. And they’re busy. People borrow more than 88 million times a year.
But keeping libraries running costs big money. In Chicago, the city pumps $120 million a year into them. In fact, a full 2.5 percent of our yearly property taxes go to fund them.
That's money that could go elsewhere – like for schools, the CTA, police or pensions
One of the nation's biggest and busiest libraries is the $144-million Harold Washington Library in the Loop. It boasts a staggering 5,000 visitors a day!.
So we decided to check it out. We used an undercover camera to see how many people used the library and what were they doing.
In an hour, we counted about 300 visitors. Most of them were using the free internet. The bookshelves? Not so much.
We know we spend a lot on them. But libraries do bring in some revenue: more than $2 million in fines is collected annually by Chicago public libraries.
--------------------
I grew very angry upon reading this note. I have read it multiple times since it was published, I have shared it with family and friends. And recently, I finally decided that I wanted my voice to be heard. So I sent an e-mail to Ms. Davlantes over at Fox News.
Below is the text (again, directly copied/pasted) from the e-mail I sent to the author of the article.
--------------------
Hello Ms. Davlantes,
I am writing a note to you in response to your recent article discussing libraries and tax-payers' "hard-earned" money.
I would like to let you know that I, personally, would be greatly affected if our libraries did not receive funding. I check out a few different books each month as I love to read, and I check out sheet music, CD recordings, DVDs, and other materials. These are things that I would otherwise not have access to due to a limited student budget, but are important in continuing my education.
Your alternative to libraries (the internet and e-books,) all come at an expense - either to have access to the internet, or to purchase a Kindle or other e-reader. Whereas all I need to read my favorite books and find new music is a local address and a government issued ID. Your argument is essentially the same as saying that we should limit the CTA's budget since people could walk place to place; it might not be as convenient, but it's a viable option.
To say that libraries are becoming outdated is just not true. The Elmhurst Public Library alone loaned over 1.5 million items during the last fiscal year. The Elmhurst Public Library's annual fiscal report also showed that while the library took in $6.4 million from the citizens' property taxes, over half of that amount ($3.6 million) was circulated back to the city through library employees' salaries and benefits. In just 11 months, the Naperville Public Library checked out over 4.6 million items. At the Addison Public Library, the average card-holder checks out 14 books each year.
The public library is an extremely important part of the city system. The necessity of the public library is undeniable; it provides community members with free (or discounted) access to materials, resources, and an environment that cannot be found elsewhere.
While the Elmhurst Public Library took in $6.4 million in tax money, they only took in $360,000 from private donors and grants. If one argues that tax money should be redistributed to places other than the public library system, perhaps they themselves could reduce the library's need for tax money and become a private donor to the library.
I would love to continue a discussion on this topic if you wish. I wanted to be sure that you heard a different perspective (that of a college student on a low budget,) in regard to this matter.
With sincere thanks for your time,
kp
--------------------
I realize that my reaction note may have been lengthy, and there is a good chance it will never get read. But I wanted to feel like I at least tried. Mary A Dempsey, the Chicago Public Library Commissioner sent an even longer response to Ms. Davlantes. (I'll include a link to Ms. Dempsey's response below as well.)
I recognize the fact that we have to respond to our economic crisis, and soon. But I think Ms. Davlantes is being very senseless in her analysis. She is, in a sense, attacking the smaller communities in order to solve a bigger problem. While I am not an economics expert, nor do I claim to be, I think there are other options to look at in terms of editing the overall budget.
I could also rant for hour, days even, about FOX News. But rather than criticize her entire organization, I will simply respond to the senselessness of this particular article. Perhaps another day I will go off about FOX News. Some day...
Until next time.
kp
--------------------
Click here to read the original article by Anna Davlantes.
Click here to read Mary A Dempsey's response to the article.
If you'd like to send an e-mail to Anna Davlantes to share your opinion, here is her e-mail address:
Anna.Davlantes@foxtv.com
7.27.2010
Potty Talk
Some of my posts will have to do with some really serious issues. Others will not at all.
This is the latter.
Today I took my nephew out for a day on the town. We got ice cream, went to look at puppies at a pet store, and bought a Thomas the Train toy from Babies ‘R Us. All of these things were wonderful.
Here’s the problem we ran in to: My nephew is almost three years old, so he is at the crux in his potty-training process. My nephew successfully used the potty at the the ice cream parlor. But upon arriving at the pet store, and looking at dozens of [hopefully homeward-bound] puppies in their cages, my nephew looked at me and urgently said, “I have to go potty!”
I quickly picked him up and ran to the lone pet store employee and said, “Hi, can we use your bathroom?” And the unhappy 30-something store employee looked at me and said, “I’m sorry, we don’t have a bathroom.”
Excuse me.
This confuses me. And let me tell you why. I find it hard to believe that this almost middle-aged woman works there all day and never gets to use the bathroom once. There is bound to be a bathroom somewhere in the building. And it’s not like I, a 20 year old, needed to use a bathroom arbitrarily. This is a toddler in the midst of potty-training.
In the words of Stephanie Tanner, “How rude!”
Side note: My nephew and I were able to make it to Babies ‘R Us in time to use the potty, and he got a Thomas the Train toy in congratulations.
I guess I don’t understand why bathrooms are not a public service. Everyone needs to go to the bathroom. At least I’m pretty sure that’s true... Why do I have to pretend I’m shopping at a department store, or that I’m staying at a fancy hotel in order to use a bathroom whilst exploring downtown Chicago or Boston? If I have to buy something in order to use your bathroom, I’ll buy myself a ticket on the subway to go back home and use my clean bathroom instead of your bathroom with phone numbers and the words “HELP ME” hastily etched into the stall walls.
Phew.
I hate to end this post already, but I have to go the bathroom... for free.
Until next time.
kp
This is the latter.
Today I took my nephew out for a day on the town. We got ice cream, went to look at puppies at a pet store, and bought a Thomas the Train toy from Babies ‘R Us. All of these things were wonderful.
Here’s the problem we ran in to: My nephew is almost three years old, so he is at the crux in his potty-training process. My nephew successfully used the potty at the the ice cream parlor. But upon arriving at the pet store, and looking at dozens of [hopefully homeward-bound] puppies in their cages, my nephew looked at me and urgently said, “I have to go potty!”
I quickly picked him up and ran to the lone pet store employee and said, “Hi, can we use your bathroom?” And the unhappy 30-something store employee looked at me and said, “I’m sorry, we don’t have a bathroom.”
Excuse me.
This confuses me. And let me tell you why. I find it hard to believe that this almost middle-aged woman works there all day and never gets to use the bathroom once. There is bound to be a bathroom somewhere in the building. And it’s not like I, a 20 year old, needed to use a bathroom arbitrarily. This is a toddler in the midst of potty-training.
In the words of Stephanie Tanner, “How rude!”
Side note: My nephew and I were able to make it to Babies ‘R Us in time to use the potty, and he got a Thomas the Train toy in congratulations.
I guess I don’t understand why bathrooms are not a public service. Everyone needs to go to the bathroom. At least I’m pretty sure that’s true... Why do I have to pretend I’m shopping at a department store, or that I’m staying at a fancy hotel in order to use a bathroom whilst exploring downtown Chicago or Boston? If I have to buy something in order to use your bathroom, I’ll buy myself a ticket on the subway to go back home and use my clean bathroom instead of your bathroom with phone numbers and the words “HELP ME” hastily etched into the stall walls.
Phew.
I hate to end this post already, but I have to go the bathroom... for free.
Until next time.
kp
7.25.2010
Continued Frugality
This is a continuation of my previous post on frugality. I actually meant to include this upcoming tidbit in my last post, but forgot at that time. So here it is now!
I don’t understand why some people feel entitled to free things. Here is a story that one of my best friends (hey CG!) told me just the other day...
CG works at a bakery in Chicago (oo la la,) and a woman recently came in and placed a rather large order for a party she was having. As my friend was finishing up the woman’s order, the woman said, “And I’ll have a cookie to go.” CG proceeded to weigh the cookie to see how much the woman would have to pay. The woman, seemingly puzzled, said, “Oh. You’re going to make me pay for it? Then I don’t want it.”
Hold on.
Is this lady for real?
I really don’t know what else to say. Why do some people think that things come for free? My friend’s employer has to pay for ingredients, for gas, for heat / air conditioning, for electricity, for her employees’ salaries, among so many other expenses. And yet this woman, despite paying for a service, feels entitled to get more than what she paid for.
The term “Free Gift with Purchase” is just that: a gift.
When was the last time you got something for free? Was it a gift?
Until next time.
kp
I don’t understand why some people feel entitled to free things. Here is a story that one of my best friends (hey CG!) told me just the other day...
CG works at a bakery in Chicago (oo la la,) and a woman recently came in and placed a rather large order for a party she was having. As my friend was finishing up the woman’s order, the woman said, “And I’ll have a cookie to go.” CG proceeded to weigh the cookie to see how much the woman would have to pay. The woman, seemingly puzzled, said, “Oh. You’re going to make me pay for it? Then I don’t want it.”
Hold on.
Is this lady for real?
I really don’t know what else to say. Why do some people think that things come for free? My friend’s employer has to pay for ingredients, for gas, for heat / air conditioning, for electricity, for her employees’ salaries, among so many other expenses. And yet this woman, despite paying for a service, feels entitled to get more than what she paid for.
The term “Free Gift with Purchase” is just that: a gift.
When was the last time you got something for free? Was it a gift?
Until next time.
kp
7.23.2010
Senseless Frugality
One of my guilty pleasures is TLC’s Say Yes to the Dress. For those of you who don’t know, the show takes place in a real bridal salon in Manhattan, and viewers just watch new brides find their dress from Kleinfeld Bridal Salon’s vast selection. I’m even watching it as I write this blog right now. I love watching the brides go from hating the poofy ballgown to loving the sensible mermaid dress. Dresses are so pretty. Girls don’t understand how lucky they are. We boys have pants. That’s it. They’re very limiting.
Anyway.
The one thing I will never understand on the show is the haggling aspect. A bride’s loved ones will accompany her to the salon, aid in the selection process, and most likely foot the bill when all is said and done. But if the dress is beyond the family’s budget, or they’d like it to be less expensive, they’ll occasionally try to haggle the salon’s prices. The consultant’s have to talk with the managers, and for the most part they make it work. But I don’t understand why this is even an option in the first place.
I'm all for a bit of sensible frugality. I’ll admit that at most stores I’ll visit the clearance racks. But I would never walk into Express, try on a $50 shirt, and then offer to pay $45 and expect them to make it work.
This most likely all comes down to the fact that I’m bitter that I don’t get to buy pretty dresses. (I did a find-your-dress activity on the bridal salon’s website anyway, pictured below. Note: I didn’t choose the head-piece.)
Until next time.
kp
Anyway.
The one thing I will never understand on the show is the haggling aspect. A bride’s loved ones will accompany her to the salon, aid in the selection process, and most likely foot the bill when all is said and done. But if the dress is beyond the family’s budget, or they’d like it to be less expensive, they’ll occasionally try to haggle the salon’s prices. The consultant’s have to talk with the managers, and for the most part they make it work. But I don’t understand why this is even an option in the first place.
I'm all for a bit of sensible frugality. I’ll admit that at most stores I’ll visit the clearance racks. But I would never walk into Express, try on a $50 shirt, and then offer to pay $45 and expect them to make it work.
This most likely all comes down to the fact that I’m bitter that I don’t get to buy pretty dresses. (I did a find-your-dress activity on the bridal salon’s website anyway, pictured below. Note: I didn’t choose the head-piece.)
Until next time.
kp
7.22.2010
Facebook Sensibility (or lack thereof...)
I am the first to admit that I love Facebook. It allows me to keep in touch with friends, see pictures of my niece, and to find out FAR too much information about people I never really knew too well. As I’m looking at some near-stranger’s pictures, I realize they might be doing the same thing with my pictures. So I quickly scroll to the bottom of their profile and remove them from my friends list.
Jokes aside, Facebook has some absolutely wonderful aspects. But there are certain things about Facebook that I don’t, and never will, understand. Below are those things...
The narration Facebook status. While I use my status to share interesting links, post witty/clever/trying-to-be-witty statuses, and express my love for Patti LuPone, I realize that this might not be the case for everyone. But what I don’t understand is when people let me know that they are “straightening their hair,” and ten minutes later, “out with the girlzzzzz,” followed by that insufferable less-than sign followed by a three... <3
The inappropriate Facebook status. This is my least favorite variation on the narration Facebook status is that drunken narration Facebook status. For example, “I’m going to have SUCH a bad hangover in the morning,” or “Off to get drunnnk,” or “I bought Plan B in advance... Crazy night tonight!” I’m not offended that they feel the need to do these things. I am just offended that they feel the need to project that to the world via Facebook. Companies and schools are now using Facebook for networking purposes - I should hope that these partying preps wouldn’t want their prospective professors, coworkers, and bosses developing this awful opinion of them.
The passive/aggressive Facebook post. This is when you see someone else post something on Facebook that is clearly directed at YOU. Yes you! This has happened to me a few times. Rather than choosing to ignore the post, or to act in my own passive/aggressive way, I respond directly to the poster his or her self. Not in an argumentative way, just in a matter of fact way. I don’t think the word “confrontational” is always a bad thing...
The misuse of the verb TO BE. Facebook statuses used to, by default, start your Facebook status with the word “is,” as if to say, “Liza Minelli IS a hot mess.” (To see what’s wrong with this status, see “The inappropriate Facebook status,” above.) Facebooks has since removed the “is,” to allow its users to engage in other activities, rather than always being. However some people still choose to begin every status with the word “is.” “Meryl Streep is will play Mama Rose in the new film version of Gypsy.” No, Meryl Streep, that’s not how it works. But I, for one, is thrilled to hear of your upcoming role!
The vanity profile picture. We all want to look good. And we all want all of our friends to comment on our pictures to say how good we look. So we actors occasionally put our headshot as our profile picture so our friends will tell us how fierce we are. But when every one of your forty seven profile pictures has only YOUR face in the picture, there might be a slight problem. Especially when a good amount of those pictures have other people cropped out of them. Heaven forbid we look at you AND your friends!
So there are my five big pet peeves with Facebook. There are many more that I am sure will come out on this blog at some point or another (or, “Some point or t’other,” as my grandfather would say.)
I’m sure that I’ve been guilty of the occasional Facebook faux pas, but there are some truly senseless Facebook users out there. This is when I go to their profile, scroll down and click “Remove from Friends.” But then I realize that I’ve de-friended my sister, and have to figure out how to re-friend her without her noticing. Hm.
Have you noticed any Facbook senselessness lately?
Until next time.
kp
Jokes aside, Facebook has some absolutely wonderful aspects. But there are certain things about Facebook that I don’t, and never will, understand. Below are those things...
The narration Facebook status. While I use my status to share interesting links, post witty/clever/trying-to-be-witty statuses, and express my love for Patti LuPone, I realize that this might not be the case for everyone. But what I don’t understand is when people let me know that they are “straightening their hair,” and ten minutes later, “out with the girlzzzzz,” followed by that insufferable less-than sign followed by a three... <3
The inappropriate Facebook status. This is my least favorite variation on the narration Facebook status is that drunken narration Facebook status. For example, “I’m going to have SUCH a bad hangover in the morning,” or “Off to get drunnnk,” or “I bought Plan B in advance... Crazy night tonight!” I’m not offended that they feel the need to do these things. I am just offended that they feel the need to project that to the world via Facebook. Companies and schools are now using Facebook for networking purposes - I should hope that these partying preps wouldn’t want their prospective professors, coworkers, and bosses developing this awful opinion of them.
The passive/aggressive Facebook post. This is when you see someone else post something on Facebook that is clearly directed at YOU. Yes you! This has happened to me a few times. Rather than choosing to ignore the post, or to act in my own passive/aggressive way, I respond directly to the poster his or her self. Not in an argumentative way, just in a matter of fact way. I don’t think the word “confrontational” is always a bad thing...
The misuse of the verb TO BE. Facebook statuses used to, by default, start your Facebook status with the word “is,” as if to say, “Liza Minelli IS a hot mess.” (To see what’s wrong with this status, see “The inappropriate Facebook status,” above.) Facebooks has since removed the “is,” to allow its users to engage in other activities, rather than always being. However some people still choose to begin every status with the word “is.” “Meryl Streep is will play Mama Rose in the new film version of Gypsy.” No, Meryl Streep, that’s not how it works. But I, for one, is thrilled to hear of your upcoming role!
The vanity profile picture. We all want to look good. And we all want all of our friends to comment on our pictures to say how good we look. So we actors occasionally put our headshot as our profile picture so our friends will tell us how fierce we are. But when every one of your forty seven profile pictures has only YOUR face in the picture, there might be a slight problem. Especially when a good amount of those pictures have other people cropped out of them. Heaven forbid we look at you AND your friends!
So there are my five big pet peeves with Facebook. There are many more that I am sure will come out on this blog at some point or another (or, “Some point or t’other,” as my grandfather would say.)
I’m sure that I’ve been guilty of the occasional Facebook faux pas, but there are some truly senseless Facebook users out there. This is when I go to their profile, scroll down and click “Remove from Friends.” But then I realize that I’ve de-friended my sister, and have to figure out how to re-friend her without her noticing. Hm.
Have you noticed any Facbook senselessness lately?
Until next time.
kp
7.19.2010
Equal Sensibility
I was cleaning out my basement with my mother earlier this week. We were trying to empty out some storage containers in order to help with my move back to school. Well we decided to empty all of the containers that had my childhood papers and toys. We ended up with about 8 large garbage bags of toys that would be donated and papers that would be recycled. But before I could hand these papers over to the fate of the recycling truck, I, of course, had to go through all of them first. I made fun of myself for certain things, became nostalgic upon finding others.
The paper that I found most interesting was this: On the first day of fourth grade, we filled out a survey about different things. Our favorite color, our best friend, and things like that. There was one line that stuck out, we had to finish the sentence, “If I ruled the world, I would...” And this is how I, as my ten year old self, finished the sentence: “If I ruled the world, I would make sure everyone had equal rights.”
I realize that as a ten year old, I was not focussed on marriage equality across the United States, or a health care system, or immigration laws. But between the way I was raised and my naive sensibility, I knew that our world is supposed to be ultimately based on equality.
My question today is this: Why did I, as a ten year old, have more sense than the majority of our own United States have today? It has been over six years since Massachusetts legalized same-sex marriage. And in those six years, Connecticut, Iowa, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Washington DC have also legalized same-sex marriage. At this rate, same-sex marriage will not be nationally recognized until the year 2055. Why wait?
I recently watched, at the suggestion of a friend, a wonderful documentary called For the Bible Tells Me So. It follows self-proclaimed “religious” families as they find out that they have a gay child or other family member. It is amazing the turnaround that each of these families had in their views once it was directly impacting their lives. One of the biggest arguments against gay marriage is that it will affect children, and that more children will be gay. Perhaps the number of publicly gay people will rise, but that will not be because they are being taught to live that way, but rather there will be less hatred and ignorance, and people will feel more comfortable coming out to their friends and family.
A 2010 article published by the Mailman School of Public Health at Columbia University in New York analyzed the psychological mindset of members of the LGBT community in states that recognize same-sex marriage versus those that don’t. The study found an “increase in psychiatric disorders among the LGBT population living in states that instituted bans on same-sex marriage.” In 2009, a study at Emory University found a link between state bans on same-sex marriage and an increase in the rate of HIV infection.
I could rant on this topic for hours and hours and hours. There will most likely be many more entries about this topic. This is only the beginning. But I can't wait until we find greater sensibility, and it's the end of this unnecessary battle.
Just last Wednesday, the country of Argentina legalized same-sex marriage nationally. I’m confused why Argentina, Holland, Belgium, Spain, Canada, South Africa, Norway, Sweden, Portugal, Iceland, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa, New Hampshire, Vermont, Washington DC, and a ten year old boy have things figured out, but the rest of the United States still have to get their act together.
Until next time.
kp
The paper that I found most interesting was this: On the first day of fourth grade, we filled out a survey about different things. Our favorite color, our best friend, and things like that. There was one line that stuck out, we had to finish the sentence, “If I ruled the world, I would...” And this is how I, as my ten year old self, finished the sentence: “If I ruled the world, I would make sure everyone had equal rights.”
I realize that as a ten year old, I was not focussed on marriage equality across the United States, or a health care system, or immigration laws. But between the way I was raised and my naive sensibility, I knew that our world is supposed to be ultimately based on equality.
My question today is this: Why did I, as a ten year old, have more sense than the majority of our own United States have today? It has been over six years since Massachusetts legalized same-sex marriage. And in those six years, Connecticut, Iowa, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Washington DC have also legalized same-sex marriage. At this rate, same-sex marriage will not be nationally recognized until the year 2055. Why wait?
I recently watched, at the suggestion of a friend, a wonderful documentary called For the Bible Tells Me So. It follows self-proclaimed “religious” families as they find out that they have a gay child or other family member. It is amazing the turnaround that each of these families had in their views once it was directly impacting their lives. One of the biggest arguments against gay marriage is that it will affect children, and that more children will be gay. Perhaps the number of publicly gay people will rise, but that will not be because they are being taught to live that way, but rather there will be less hatred and ignorance, and people will feel more comfortable coming out to their friends and family.
A 2010 article published by the Mailman School of Public Health at Columbia University in New York analyzed the psychological mindset of members of the LGBT community in states that recognize same-sex marriage versus those that don’t. The study found an “increase in psychiatric disorders among the LGBT population living in states that instituted bans on same-sex marriage.” In 2009, a study at Emory University found a link between state bans on same-sex marriage and an increase in the rate of HIV infection.
I could rant on this topic for hours and hours and hours. There will most likely be many more entries about this topic. This is only the beginning. But I can't wait until we find greater sensibility, and it's the end of this unnecessary battle.
Just last Wednesday, the country of Argentina legalized same-sex marriage nationally. I’m confused why Argentina, Holland, Belgium, Spain, Canada, South Africa, Norway, Sweden, Portugal, Iceland, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa, New Hampshire, Vermont, Washington DC, and a ten year old boy have things figured out, but the rest of the United States still have to get their act together.
Until next time.
kp
7.17.2010
Shadow Puppets
I hate when shadow puppets try to eat my dinner without asking first.
Alright, that isn’t really what I’m ranting about today. But if my almost-3-year-old nephew were writing a blog, that for sure would be his soap box rant for the day.
Since my last post was rather negative and angry, I figured it’d be nice to share something a little lighter.
Tonight, while waiting for his dinner, my nephew discovered the wonderful world of shadows. He had seen shadows before, and chased them on the ground, but he had never put it together that he, too, had a shadow. He shook his head back and forth, and waved his hand, all the while watching the setting sun cast a shadow against our wooden kitchen table.
My mother (my nephew’s grandmother) then began to create shadow puppets to entertain him while his dinner was almost ready. A fair amount of them ended up looking like a crane game machine claw, but the effort and energy were there. I then thought I’d give shadow puppetry a shot. I was able to create a snake with great ease. And, although it took a minute, my bunny rabbit was rather convincing. I finally created an animal that has a very big mouth and, as far I’m concerned, doesn’t exist. I made sounds that this fictional animal might make. And finally, this shadowy figure began to work its way closer and closer to my nephew, until it ultimately started to “eat” my nephew. He giggled with excitement as he covered this animal with his napkin, only to find the animal magically on top of the napkin.
Well dinner was served at last. My nephew’s dinner of pasta and bread and butter was served on a Spongebob Squarepants plate, and set onto his placemat. Unbeknownst to the food, the unnamed shadow creature was still lurking. It slowly worked its way toward the delicious looking dinner and pounced! Now we all know that this was merely my hand’s shadow, but my nephew was having no part of it. He yelled, “No! That’s my food!”
It’s in times like this that I miss the innocence of childhood. One moment this imaginary shadow creature was a playmate, and the next it was fighting my nephew for his food.
Since the mission of my blog is to focus on our sensibility as humans, here is my question: When in our development of sensibility did playing pretend go from being fun to being weird?
I love to play pretend. Whether it’s in the form of shadow puppets, pretending to be a brave knight in battle with my nephew, telling him a story with funny voices, or even being on stage (where I'm truly at home,) playing pretend is the best. Have you played pretend lately?
Until next time.
kp
Alright, that isn’t really what I’m ranting about today. But if my almost-3-year-old nephew were writing a blog, that for sure would be his soap box rant for the day.
Since my last post was rather negative and angry, I figured it’d be nice to share something a little lighter.
Tonight, while waiting for his dinner, my nephew discovered the wonderful world of shadows. He had seen shadows before, and chased them on the ground, but he had never put it together that he, too, had a shadow. He shook his head back and forth, and waved his hand, all the while watching the setting sun cast a shadow against our wooden kitchen table.
My mother (my nephew’s grandmother) then began to create shadow puppets to entertain him while his dinner was almost ready. A fair amount of them ended up looking like a crane game machine claw, but the effort and energy were there. I then thought I’d give shadow puppetry a shot. I was able to create a snake with great ease. And, although it took a minute, my bunny rabbit was rather convincing. I finally created an animal that has a very big mouth and, as far I’m concerned, doesn’t exist. I made sounds that this fictional animal might make. And finally, this shadowy figure began to work its way closer and closer to my nephew, until it ultimately started to “eat” my nephew. He giggled with excitement as he covered this animal with his napkin, only to find the animal magically on top of the napkin.
Well dinner was served at last. My nephew’s dinner of pasta and bread and butter was served on a Spongebob Squarepants plate, and set onto his placemat. Unbeknownst to the food, the unnamed shadow creature was still lurking. It slowly worked its way toward the delicious looking dinner and pounced! Now we all know that this was merely my hand’s shadow, but my nephew was having no part of it. He yelled, “No! That’s my food!”
It’s in times like this that I miss the innocence of childhood. One moment this imaginary shadow creature was a playmate, and the next it was fighting my nephew for his food.
Since the mission of my blog is to focus on our sensibility as humans, here is my question: When in our development of sensibility did playing pretend go from being fun to being weird?
I love to play pretend. Whether it’s in the form of shadow puppets, pretending to be a brave knight in battle with my nephew, telling him a story with funny voices, or even being on stage (where I'm truly at home,) playing pretend is the best. Have you played pretend lately?
Until next time.
kp
7.14.2010
Utter Senselessness
Recently I had a rather terrifying experience. As I was home alone, my doorbell rang. I did not recognize the man at my door, but spoke with him anyway. I only opened my big front door and spoke with him through our storm door. I won’t go into the long details of the story, but the important details of the story will not be left out...
The man, who I pegged to be at least 30 years old, claimed to be a local college freshman. He told me that his first college assignment was to meet neighbors to get over his fear of talking to strangers. After a lot of filler, he asked to come inside to talk. Not really knowing what to do, I simply pointed to our No Solicitors Please sign and said (albeit awkwardly,) “Uh, umm, no, no thank you.” This man then decided to start calling me a name which I find to be one of the ugliest, most derogatory words that some people choose to keep in their vocabulary. (I won’t even write it here, that’s how offensive it is.) I then shut all of the doors and locked each lock, and told the man (through the window) that he needed to get off of my property and that I was calling the police.
There are so many senseless things in this, that I can’t even breathe...
First of all - This man was coming to my house most likely to steal things. He went to my neighbors’ door and told them he had to meet his neighbors in order to win free books from Borders. Clearly this man’s motives were not the best.
Second - The sign on our door says “No Solicitors Please.” The “No Solicitors” part means that if you are soliciting something, say your neighbors’ time, then we unfortunately do not welcome you to our house. The “Please” part means we’re nice about it. Unless you call me names...then I call the police.
Third - His vocabulary. If this man had any extensive vocabulary, he would have been able to convince me that he legitimately needed to talk with me, and he would have been able to come up with a more intellectual name to call me. But alas his vocabulary was limited. All the more reason I should call the police. Especially if he is about to start college.
Fourth - Joking aside, this man was just out right offensive and senseless. I wished that I’d never have to call the police on any body; that would mean that we’ve all come to at least a moderate level of sensibility. Unfortunately this is not the case.
While I am sure that you, reader, will not go into the world trying to get into people’s houses, I just hope that this story will help you to be more aware of your surroundings, of the people you don’t know, and of the presence of senseless people.
Until next time
kp
The man, who I pegged to be at least 30 years old, claimed to be a local college freshman. He told me that his first college assignment was to meet neighbors to get over his fear of talking to strangers. After a lot of filler, he asked to come inside to talk. Not really knowing what to do, I simply pointed to our No Solicitors Please sign and said (albeit awkwardly,) “Uh, umm, no, no thank you.” This man then decided to start calling me a name which I find to be one of the ugliest, most derogatory words that some people choose to keep in their vocabulary. (I won’t even write it here, that’s how offensive it is.) I then shut all of the doors and locked each lock, and told the man (through the window) that he needed to get off of my property and that I was calling the police.
There are so many senseless things in this, that I can’t even breathe...
First of all - This man was coming to my house most likely to steal things. He went to my neighbors’ door and told them he had to meet his neighbors in order to win free books from Borders. Clearly this man’s motives were not the best.
Second - The sign on our door says “No Solicitors Please.” The “No Solicitors” part means that if you are soliciting something, say your neighbors’ time, then we unfortunately do not welcome you to our house. The “Please” part means we’re nice about it. Unless you call me names...then I call the police.
Third - His vocabulary. If this man had any extensive vocabulary, he would have been able to convince me that he legitimately needed to talk with me, and he would have been able to come up with a more intellectual name to call me. But alas his vocabulary was limited. All the more reason I should call the police. Especially if he is about to start college.
Fourth - Joking aside, this man was just out right offensive and senseless. I wished that I’d never have to call the police on any body; that would mean that we’ve all come to at least a moderate level of sensibility. Unfortunately this is not the case.
While I am sure that you, reader, will not go into the world trying to get into people’s houses, I just hope that this story will help you to be more aware of your surroundings, of the people you don’t know, and of the presence of senseless people.
Until next time
kp
7.13.2010
A Dramatic Interruption
Dry Hands
A Short Play
Woman 1 - A young lady, 24, energetic, intelligent
Woman 2 - An average woman, 36, wears a leather jacket
Man 1 - A young man, 20, reserved, well-dressed.
Man 2 - A man, 38, old enough to know better, think Iago the bird from Aladdin
Lights up. Scene opens on four people (2 women, 2 men,) standing in their shared kitchen.
Man 1: Hey! Woman 2! I was wondering if we could go to the store later?
Woman 2: Absolutely! I need some deodorant.
Woman 1: Would you mind if I came with you? I’m out of hand lotion.
Man 1: Ah. I hate when I’m out of hand lotion, especially when it’s cold out. Your hands feel so
Man 2: I HATE IT WHEN IT’S COLD OUTSIDE.
Man 1, Woman 1, Woman 2: ...exchange glances in silence...
Fade to black.
The above is a fictional dialogue, but it sums up what I’m writ
INTERRUPTION.
As an uncle of an almost 3 year old boy, and having been a young boy at one point myself, I know how interrupting a person works. You have a thought (having everything or absolutely nothing to do with the prior conversation topic,) and blurt it out without regard to the conversation or other conversation participants.
Well today, I was speaking with a group of adults. An apish man, similar to Man 2 in our Tony Award winning drama, decided he wanted to talk about something else. It was related to the topic which was being addressed, but was not appropriately timed in relation to everyone else’s contribution to the matter. Everyone in the conversation paused for a moment, and I, in all of my subtlety and grace, looked at him blankly and said, “May I continue?”
While my response to his interruption may have caused more awkwardness than his original faux pas, I stand by it. Much like we do to teach my nephew, you have to bring attention to the fact when one is interrupting, because it is rude. Unless you are telling me that you are going into labor, that you are missing a limb, or that Patti LuPone is waiting for me in my driveway, whatever you have to say can wait until the next appropriate time (which will most likely be in the next 45 seconds.)
But for real, I hate it when it’s cold outside too.
Until next time.
kp
A Short Play
Woman 1 - A young lady, 24, energetic, intelligent
Woman 2 - An average woman, 36, wears a leather jacket
Man 1 - A young man, 20, reserved, well-dressed.
Man 2 - A man, 38, old enough to know better, think Iago the bird from Aladdin
Lights up. Scene opens on four people (2 women, 2 men,) standing in their shared kitchen.
Man 1: Hey! Woman 2! I was wondering if we could go to the store later?
Woman 2: Absolutely! I need some deodorant.
Woman 1: Would you mind if I came with you? I’m out of hand lotion.
Man 1: Ah. I hate when I’m out of hand lotion, especially when it’s cold out. Your hands feel so
Man 2: I HATE IT WHEN IT’S COLD OUTSIDE.
Man 1, Woman 1, Woman 2: ...exchange glances in silence...
Fade to black.
The above is a fictional dialogue, but it sums up what I’m writ
INTERRUPTION.
As an uncle of an almost 3 year old boy, and having been a young boy at one point myself, I know how interrupting a person works. You have a thought (having everything or absolutely nothing to do with the prior conversation topic,) and blurt it out without regard to the conversation or other conversation participants.
Well today, I was speaking with a group of adults. An apish man, similar to Man 2 in our Tony Award winning drama, decided he wanted to talk about something else. It was related to the topic which was being addressed, but was not appropriately timed in relation to everyone else’s contribution to the matter. Everyone in the conversation paused for a moment, and I, in all of my subtlety and grace, looked at him blankly and said, “May I continue?”
While my response to his interruption may have caused more awkwardness than his original faux pas, I stand by it. Much like we do to teach my nephew, you have to bring attention to the fact when one is interrupting, because it is rude. Unless you are telling me that you are going into labor, that you are missing a limb, or that Patti LuPone is waiting for me in my driveway, whatever you have to say can wait until the next appropriate time (which will most likely be in the next 45 seconds.)
But for real, I hate it when it’s cold outside too.
Until next time.
kp
7.11.2010
Starting the Soap Box
Why hello there. Didn’t see you come in.
My mother has often told me stories from her work where she and her co-workers will go on rants about any given topic. It need not matter the legitimate importance of this topic, but more so the individual's passion about which they are ranting. If a rant goes on for more than, say, thirty seconds, my mother and her co-workers will pull out a yellow box with the words, "Soap Box" written on it.
So... Welcome to My Soap Box.
This is the place where I will share my thoughts on the general sense and sensibility (or lack thereof) of the world today. And this isn’t just my sounding board; this is a place for you, dear reader, to rant with me. While I realize that “dear reader” is in reference to my sister, some close friends, and a random person who searched for summaries of Jane Austen’s classic, I hope that some day it reaches to many random people who might appreciate my neurotic notions.
This blog is going to cover my journeys as a student, a young person, a son/brother/grandson/uncle, and as a human being in general. This will not be simply a journal to record my daily activities. The purpose of this blog is to write about the great things I experience, and also a chance to write about the things I’d like to change (or that I’d like to see change, at least.)
As I am venturing through my third decade of life, I am learning that the general idea of sense and sensibility is slowly fading. I am hoping that by sharing these thoughts you, dear reader / sister, the world can become a more sensible place - one random blog reader at a time.
Until next time.
kp
My mother has often told me stories from her work where she and her co-workers will go on rants about any given topic. It need not matter the legitimate importance of this topic, but more so the individual's passion about which they are ranting. If a rant goes on for more than, say, thirty seconds, my mother and her co-workers will pull out a yellow box with the words, "Soap Box" written on it.
So... Welcome to My Soap Box.
This is the place where I will share my thoughts on the general sense and sensibility (or lack thereof) of the world today. And this isn’t just my sounding board; this is a place for you, dear reader, to rant with me. While I realize that “dear reader” is in reference to my sister, some close friends, and a random person who searched for summaries of Jane Austen’s classic, I hope that some day it reaches to many random people who might appreciate my neurotic notions.
This blog is going to cover my journeys as a student, a young person, a son/brother/grandson/uncle, and as a human being in general. This will not be simply a journal to record my daily activities. The purpose of this blog is to write about the great things I experience, and also a chance to write about the things I’d like to change (or that I’d like to see change, at least.)
As I am venturing through my third decade of life, I am learning that the general idea of sense and sensibility is slowly fading. I am hoping that by sharing these thoughts you, dear reader / sister, the world can become a more sensible place - one random blog reader at a time.
Until next time.
kp
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