May 15th, 2007

hermione by oatmilk

"We'd fire no guns, shed no tears"

Nobody in the department was available for lunch today; Nicole said (faux-offended), "You can have lunch with me!" I said, "But you never have time to have lunch; so you weren't even on my radar screen." She said, "I meant 'get lunch with me;' that's all I ever have time for, so that's all I ever have on my radar screen." We ended up actually having a full hour lunch with two of the other RAs. Awesome.

When we got to Spangler I was talking with Nicole so I ended up in the salad line with her and decided I was actually kind of in the mood for salad and it would probably be better for me than if I got pasta (which I was also kind of in the mood for but which I have so often -- though to my credit, it's pasta with lots of veggies, and the pasta is usually either whole wheat or ravioli, and since I've started having it a lot I've been getting just pesto rather than alfredo sauce) and also there's tofu on the salad bar. Anyway, I ended up not even finishing my container of salad (and thus not touching my container of fruit). I really did not know salad is that filling.


I noticed this morning in opening my DayQuil that it says "Dist. by Proctor & Gamble" and thought, "I'm supposed to be boycotting them because they test on animals, right? Y'know what, I'm a lacto-ovo vegetarian [albeit one who is developing a taste for cheese and lessening her delusions of veganism] who refuses to eat gelatin, and I boycott Kraft (which also bought out Nabisco) because they're owned by Philip Morris [yeah, I know, "Altria Group"]; I think I'm allowed to feel okay about myself."

It did, however, make me think of Nestlé and how I feel like I should be boycotting them. Then later in the morning via friendsfriends I saw:
Milking it (The Guardian: Tuesday May 15, 2007)
It was in 1977 that campaigners first called for a boycott of Nestlé because of its aggressive marketing of formula milk in the developing world. Thirty years on, have Nestlé and the other baby-milk firms cleaned up their act? Joanna Moorhead travels to Bangladesh to find out
(Additional grr: The entry which directed me to that has in comment threads the information that MasterFoods [M&M/Mars] is now using animal rennet in its chocolate.)

"I can still see the ground"

When I got to the gym after work today, both the rowing machines were in use, so since a quick glance didn't show me any available ellipticals (and I'm apparently a little bit of a masochist) I did the treadmill again.  5.0mph this time, and significantly harder than yesterday; it was a serious challenge to make it to one mile and I was really surprised that I made it the whole 30 minutes (having something to focus my mind on -- like intercessory prayers -- besides my body seriously helps).  5-minute cool-down at 4.0mph... total distance: 2.82mi.  I feel kind of hardcore that on days when I gym I do ~6mi in a day (since I already walk c.1.5mi each way on my work commute).  So sweaty; so glad the locker room has showers.

I really am turning in to an addict, 'cause I was thinking about how I won't be going to the gym again until Monday (am going to a play after work tomorrow and then leaving for Reunion on Thursday) and half-lamenting that I don't think I get free access to the Smith gym facilities as an alum.


I finally watched Avril's "Girlfriend" videojennyo says: "This is the evilest music video in a while. Avril Lavigne, just because you're pop-punk or faux goth and your enemy is preppy? Does not mean you're not a mean popular bitch."  The song is definitely catchy, and of course I empathize with the whole "I like you and am so better than your current romantic partner," but yeah, the video disturbed me.

The Making Of video is... interesting.  Having read pirateygoodness, I was expecting to find Avril more adorable than I did.  I shouldn't be surprised, though, being me.


from jadelennox: Johnny Vera is the prom queen in Fresno.


Um, Jerry Falwell died.  I've seen a lot of people talking about how he'll get to Heaven and see all the queers and suchlike and it'll be like Hell for him, and I was thinking of how at Bible Study last week Gary was talking about the unpopular idea that there will be people you don't like in heaven, mentioning the Psalm 23 bit "thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies" and how it could mean that your enemies are at table with you.  I of course mentioned Madeleine L'Engle's Genesis Trilogy idea about Heaven being a banquet that isn't complete until everyone is reconciled and at table (a la the prodigal son).  It is such a challenging idea, and I love it so much.

Edit: I really like nevernever's post on this. /edit


Yay for nice phone conversations with people who left me voicemails last week :)

Also made of win, talking until the cell phone battery dies, promptly e-mailing to explain:

     Subject: sorry, my phone battery died
     Body: [blank]

and getting the prompt reply:

     Subject: I figured, and totally knew you would email asap
     Body: [blank]