Yes, all. It's hump day. Again.
I was sick today so in my search for humps that weren't Fergalicious, this is the only one that made me laugh.
CAMEL HUMPS.
Not to be confused with camel.........toes.
Gross. Sorry.
That's all I got.
More soon.......
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Hump Day
Yes, all. It's hump day. Again.
I was sick today so in my search for humps that weren't Fergalicious, this is the only one that made me laugh.
CAMEL HUMPS.
Not to be confused with camel.........toes.
Gross. Sorry.
That's all I got.
More soon.......
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Hear No Evil
If there's one thing I know in this world, it's music.
For those of you who may not know, I was/am a pretty big music dork. From elementary school through high school, I was HEAVILY involved in the instrumental music scene. While some people might have the Pavlovian response of "pshh, loooooser!" I could not disagree more. I attribute my math SAT scores solely to the fact that my parents let me take music lessons as a kid. Otherwise, I think the concept of fractions would still confound me to this day.
Aside from my awesome ability to determine was meter a song is written in within 2 bars or make snotty comments when some American Idol wannabe is completely out of tune and "pitchy, dawg," I have this bizarre ability to listen to music and commit their hooks to memory.
(For those of you who don't know what a hook is, I refer to you Wikipedia)
So after I downloaded the new Maroon 5 album and listened to it on my way up to my sister's place in western Maryland this Memorial Day weekend, I realized... damn you Adam Levine. You've yoinked a hook from one of John Mayer's songs.
As an experiment, listen to "Nothing Lasts Forever" on Maroon 5's new release.
Then, listen to "Stop This Train" on John Mayer's album Continuum.
Now, not only are the song structures strikingly similar, it seems as though the progressions are the same as well.
Maybe it's just the conspiracy theorist in me running amok again. But as I said in the beginning....
If there's one thing in this world I know, it's music!
For those of you who may not know, I was/am a pretty big music dork. From elementary school through high school, I was HEAVILY involved in the instrumental music scene. While some people might have the Pavlovian response of "pshh, loooooser!" I could not disagree more. I attribute my math SAT scores solely to the fact that my parents let me take music lessons as a kid. Otherwise, I think the concept of fractions would still confound me to this day.
Aside from my awesome ability to determine was meter a song is written in within 2 bars or make snotty comments when some American Idol wannabe is completely out of tune and "pitchy, dawg," I have this bizarre ability to listen to music and commit their hooks to memory.
(For those of you who don't know what a hook is, I refer to you Wikipedia)
So after I downloaded the new Maroon 5 album and listened to it on my way up to my sister's place in western Maryland this Memorial Day weekend, I realized... damn you Adam Levine. You've yoinked a hook from one of John Mayer's songs.
As an experiment, listen to "Nothing Lasts Forever" on Maroon 5's new release.
Then, listen to "Stop This Train" on John Mayer's album Continuum.
Now, not only are the song structures strikingly similar, it seems as though the progressions are the same as well.
Maybe it's just the conspiracy theorist in me running amok again. But as I said in the beginning....
If there's one thing in this world I know, it's music!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Hump Day
Before It Was Hot presents....
Hump day.
Bringing you a new hump variety every Wednesday.
The hump for Wednesday, May 23, 2007 is....
The SPEED HUMP
Sometimes referred to as speed bumps, this often annoying but somewhat necessary lump of asphalt, tar, and gravel saves more squirrels, school children, and ladies than you could shake a stick it.
The Hump of the Week will be back this time next week with another hump variety.
...really, that's all I got.
Hump day.
Bringing you a new hump variety every Wednesday.
The hump for Wednesday, May 23, 2007 is....
The SPEED HUMP
Sometimes referred to as speed bumps, this often annoying but somewhat necessary lump of asphalt, tar, and gravel saves more squirrels, school children, and ladies than you could shake a stick it.
The Hump of the Week will be back this time next week with another hump variety.
...really, that's all I got.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Give me caffeine or give me death
If the world only knew that kind of sacrifices it takes to get a caffeinated beverage on this campus, they would be SHOCKED and APPALLED.
The greatest single day in my office's history was the day I discovered they had put in a 20oz bottle sosda machine in the basement of our building.
Seriously, I came up one morning and displayed my 20oz Mountain Dew like it was the Holy Grail.
....and on the 7th day God created caffeinated beverages on command...
and it was good.
But my students, to the shock and horror of the entire staff, realized today that Pepsi, the lovely corporate machine that they are, raised their prices by a quarter.
That's right. They raised their prices overnight from 1 George Washington to 2 George Washingtons. A DOLLAR TWENTY FIVE.
It's bad enough that a bitch can't get a Coke product around here without selling her favorite shoes and an ovary. Now you're going to charge me another 25 cents for your already inferior PepsiCo product?
Last time I checked sugar futures, they weren't going up. Nor was the price of high fructuose corn syrup, caramel color, or carbon dioxide. Perhaps this is the beginning of the trickle down affect that increasing gas prices is having on our economy.
I think I should write a letter to my congressperson and say "we must stop our dependency on foreign oil if for no other reason that it's costing me more money not only at the gas pump, but at my beverage pump."
The greatest single day in my office's history was the day I discovered they had put in a 20oz bottle sosda machine in the basement of our building.
Seriously, I came up one morning and displayed my 20oz Mountain Dew like it was the Holy Grail.
....and on the 7th day God created caffeinated beverages on command...
and it was good.
But my students, to the shock and horror of the entire staff, realized today that Pepsi, the lovely corporate machine that they are, raised their prices by a quarter.
That's right. They raised their prices overnight from 1 George Washington to 2 George Washingtons. A DOLLAR TWENTY FIVE.
It's bad enough that a bitch can't get a Coke product around here without selling her favorite shoes and an ovary. Now you're going to charge me another 25 cents for your already inferior PepsiCo product?
Last time I checked sugar futures, they weren't going up. Nor was the price of high fructuose corn syrup, caramel color, or carbon dioxide. Perhaps this is the beginning of the trickle down affect that increasing gas prices is having on our economy.
I think I should write a letter to my congressperson and say "we must stop our dependency on foreign oil if for no other reason that it's costing me more money not only at the gas pump, but at my beverage pump."
Sunday, May 20, 2007
The Next Life Step
It's that magically reminiscent time of year, where Earth makes the magical leap from certain spring into uncertain summer; a leap that makes newly anointed graduates with a Bachelor's degree in the field du jour quiver in their Reefs and ask "what's next?"
That's not a question easily answered, even three years out of college. The only thing that becomes easier to know the older you get is what you'll inevitably be doing Monday morning. But even that question, compounded by the pressures of getting ahead, getting even, and getting hitched, becomes increasingly daunting.
Insert quarter-life crisis metaphor here.
I never thought that I would be one to have a 'life crisis' of sorts. I take back every cliched eye-roll I've thrown at someone who has mentioned a quarter life crisis. Including you, Mr. Mayer.
I'm pretty sure that it's in your mid-twenties that your powers of self reflection and awareness are at their keenest. You begin to realize the inertia of your life. The more you do the more you're expected to do. The more you do something you hate, the more you think you have to get out of it now before you get old and don't have a choice. And that poses a problem.
It's quirky, even favorable, to have a couple of jobs right after you graduate; to float around and see what's a best fit for you. Your parents support you, your friends are still in graduate school so what do they know about the real world and you know, feeding themselves. Then you hit that magical 3 year the-honeymoon-is-over mark. Where you have to shit or get off the pot. You're in a career or you'd better have figured out your ideal career, or what graduate program to throw yourself headfirst into, or you get painted with a flaky brush.
However, the look of horror when you tell the people in your life of a career in flux doesn't even approach the look of horror that flashes across the eyes of a parent who realizes their offspring is 24 and hasn't dated anyone serious since they still had their provisional license.
The wedding invitations come, the save the date cards flood the mailbox, and you realize that the clock is ticking. Not the biological clock; the happily ever after clock. Oh yeah, and there's that "you only have 4 more months to get a date to your best friend's wedding" clock.
That one ticks a little louder than the biological or happily ever after clock.
But here's to a chick that takes a licking and keeps on ticking.
That's not a question easily answered, even three years out of college. The only thing that becomes easier to know the older you get is what you'll inevitably be doing Monday morning. But even that question, compounded by the pressures of getting ahead, getting even, and getting hitched, becomes increasingly daunting.
Insert quarter-life crisis metaphor here.
I never thought that I would be one to have a 'life crisis' of sorts. I take back every cliched eye-roll I've thrown at someone who has mentioned a quarter life crisis. Including you, Mr. Mayer.
I'm pretty sure that it's in your mid-twenties that your powers of self reflection and awareness are at their keenest. You begin to realize the inertia of your life. The more you do the more you're expected to do. The more you do something you hate, the more you think you have to get out of it now before you get old and don't have a choice. And that poses a problem.
It's quirky, even favorable, to have a couple of jobs right after you graduate; to float around and see what's a best fit for you. Your parents support you, your friends are still in graduate school so what do they know about the real world and you know, feeding themselves. Then you hit that magical 3 year the-honeymoon-is-over mark. Where you have to shit or get off the pot. You're in a career or you'd better have figured out your ideal career, or what graduate program to throw yourself headfirst into, or you get painted with a flaky brush.
However, the look of horror when you tell the people in your life of a career in flux doesn't even approach the look of horror that flashes across the eyes of a parent who realizes their offspring is 24 and hasn't dated anyone serious since they still had their provisional license.
The wedding invitations come, the save the date cards flood the mailbox, and you realize that the clock is ticking. Not the biological clock; the happily ever after clock. Oh yeah, and there's that "you only have 4 more months to get a date to your best friend's wedding" clock.
That one ticks a little louder than the biological or happily ever after clock.
But here's to a chick that takes a licking and keeps on ticking.
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