August 12th, 2004

diablo robotico [saava]

"but hey at least you don't have to play along today"

Mmm... so i was almost all caught up on LJ when my brother caught me. He was actually intending to be on his way to bed, but then we got talking about applying to college. His CollegeBoard.com profile has 34 institutions, but he currently has it narrowed down to Carnegie Mellon, Rensselaer, Brown, Duke, MIT, CalTech, and maybe WPI. We’re gonna go visit Brown and quite possibly Duke together.

Near the end of the conversation i was thinking about my brother actually being at college and feeling weirded out. It’s funny, recently Emma said to me: "My sister’s starting to look at colleges! Make it stop!" and i said: "I've reconciled myself to the fact that my brother's looking at colleges rather well. It probably helps that i've never particularly thought of him as a child (except of course when we were both children). I have plenty of "I'm too young to be feeling old" moments re: kids i knew as very little kids being in middle school or whatever." The fact that my brother is looking at colleges doesn’t feel weird to me, maybe ‘cause it feels like “Well i just did that, that’s what normal people do,” but actually thinking about him being in college pushes him from the realm of my little brother into the realm occupied by my peers, which is so weird.

It’s funny that i’m figuring out how to do the whole applying to grad school while simultaneously advising my brother on applying to undergrad. I’m getting a more coherent understanding in my head of whatall i’m doing and how to do it, though. And i seem to have an “applying to grad school” program constantly running in the background in my brain -- drafting statements of purpose, etc.

I showed my brother the website for the place i’m interning and dude, the Girl Talks i helped edit are up -- women in the Olympics and partial-birth abortion ban. I feel all cool. Other stuff i web-coded is also up, but i actually worked on the text of these articles (not to mention fun stuff like fact-checking *rolls eyes*).

ladyvivien has me thinking about Pimms. Can you get this anywhere in the States? Googling gets me mixes that you can buy online. I think when i have my own place i’m gonna experiment with lemonade and fruit and alcohol. Apparently Pimms can have a base of gin, whisky, brandy, rum, rye, or vodka. How versatile. I wonder what the kind we had at Oxford was.

Mmm... almost all caught up on LJ. Am not gonna respond to whatever has happened since i updated as it’s hella late. Feels good to be mostly caught up, though. As noted in the previous entry, i still have lots to do, of course. And i have a backlog of e-mails from my father, so there'll be another cut-tagged post of political linkage at some point. But i'd been in pseudo-hibernation since about Friday with weekending, working, and grad school researching, so i fell behind in LJ [I totally skimmed any long entries; apologies.] and i always feel accomplished catching up on that even though i know there are far more important things for me to be working on.
Giles on a horse, need i say more? [muzakgurrl]

I don't have to go to Spring Street, 'cause it's spring everywhere...

So, i started my day going through the submissions and stuff, when Tori came by and said they had run out of glossy folders (technical term i learned at Staples: laminated) and they needed them for packets they were putting together for investors who were coming to check the place out at noon. Sure i’ll go get you more folders. Where’s Staples? Go up Washington Street, turn left at the State Street station. State Street station? Who knew South Station was that close to the North End? Boston suddenly seems smaller. This is a good thing, because smaller means more accessible (read: walkable).

I walked up Washington Street and there was a big T sign and an actual sign in a doorway with an orange and a blue stripe for State Street. How thoughtful. So i turned left and after some walking was in front of a hotel and clearly i was on the wrong street, so i asked the nice bellhop and he said i wanted the next street up and directed me to the shortcut by the Starbucks. So i turned left at the Starbucks and walked for ages but when you finally hit a real cross street, Staples is right there, and a nice employee offered to be helpful and i learned that what i wanted was in Aisle 5 on the left.

And yes, the place you turn left is the part where the station has imaginary signs (which i’m now familiar with thanks to my jaunt with Allie), not the place by the Old South Meeting House where there are actual signs.

There are also Mailboxes Etc., Kinkos, CopyCop, and i think something else in that area. For all your office needs.

So i come back, and it’s back to the submissions. Ellyn comes over. “Working on the submissions?” “Yeah.” “Okay, good. When you’re done with that I need you to call the UN.” *boggles* This 17-year-old young woman worked with refugee organizations and had contact with Angelina Jolie and interviewed her and wrote an article that we’re gonna publish.

So i was supposed to ask the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR) if we could get official photos of Angelina Jolie working with the refugees to accompany the article. “Just call the UN, they’ll help you out.” Yeah, just call the UN, uh-huh. So i do some Google searching and get the office in Switzerland. I suspect this likely isn’t the number she wants me to call. I ask. She tells me yes, i should try the NY branch and they should be able to help me just fine. It takes some Google acrobatics to manage to find the phone number for the NY branch of the UN. I ended up finding it on thirdworldtraveler.com. And then i went through a menu and a person and was told i really wanted their Washington office, so i got that number, called, got sent to Media Relations and then to the voicemail since the person was on the phone. And that was that. Fun times.

A guy came in to fix the network today -- came in at noon so that we could all take lunch while he took the network offline. When i left shortly before 5:30 the network was still down (though portions of it had been up sporadically since probably 2 or so). One of my projects while the network was down was to come up with another packet of poems. I dragged my feet on it because i wasn’t looking forward to scouring the folders again, but i came up with a solid selection of poems about nature, balancing the fluffy with the darker. Oh did i mention that when i came in on Monday Ellyn said she really liked the poetry selections i had put together last week? I was pleased. I think she said today that they’ll be going up online. We’re putting a lot more material up online now, especially since the magazine is moving from being printed 4 times a year to only twice a year. I certainly understand the cost concerns. I feel bad for the kids who get their stuff published on the web, though, ‘cause it seems so much less cool, plus it’s so much less permanent (our site doesn’t have any permanent archive, we just replace the material in any given feature after a few months). But it’s better than not getting published at all, of course. (There are so many poems i’ve come across where i wanna send the writer a note saying “I really like your poem, keep up the good work, even though it is so not a Teen Voices poem and thus will almost certainly not get published by us.”)

Had about 2 seconds to check e-mail during work today and damn that inbox was full of LJ comments. That’s what i get for catching up 5 days of LJ in one night, i suppose. After i finish this entry, though, it’s bedtime. Further LJ-ing can wait until after work tomorrow.

Got my “Smith College Student Send-Off Barbecue” invitation. (Think ljcomm=smithies/08 will be soon inundated with discussion re: the college club back-to-school events?) West-of-Boston-ites? Okay, one of you will be out of the country, i know. Other one? I’m working, but my dad can pick me up at the train station and drive me, so i’d be there around 6:30ish.

“I am not a midget.”

Maybe i’ll write a graduate thesis on WWE and politics. Collapse )

Am feeling urge to hack my hair again. Not a pixie cut this time, but a shorter choppy shag/bob kind of thing. And again with the urge to dye, though i worry that it would wreck my hair.
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