Tonight, on my way home from finalizing my group project, I swung by my local Borders. There are a handful of books on education that I've been wanting to get my hands on, and I thought that I'd buy one tonight. Borders had none of them. While I'll admit that a couple of the books are less well known and may not be in stores with a small education section, the other one, Mosaic of Thought, should have been in stock. I am disappointed. I was pretty disappointed all-round in the selection of books they did have, and in end the end I left empty handed.
Having some much needed school work to do today, I packed up my trusty school bag and headed to good old University Name campus; my first stop was at the bookstore to pick up a textbook. One thing I've noticed over the years is that the two people who work in my university's bookstore are not helpful in slightest. Not only are they not helpful, but they seem genuinely put-out by the mere notion that they should be helpful. Today as I struggled to find what I needed, one clerk came up to me and asked, "Are you finding everything?" as she walked past me. She did not even pause to hear my answer; if she had, she would have heard me say "No, actually, I'm not." Although that had never happened to me before, I have heard the heavy sigh of annoyance anytime I approach one of these clerks with a question. They work in a bookstore, shouldn't they want to help people find books?
I didn't think it was possible, but I it finally happened: I've burnt out on on-line personality quizzes. Just a few short weeks ago I would have jumped at the chance for the computer gods to tell me "what X-Men character are you?" or "What alcholic beverage are you?" After a few weeks of joining a certain website that innudated me with quiz after quiz; however, I've maxed out on the very thing that used to brighten an otherwise boring day! I answer each question as if on auto-pilot, and I am no longer delighted to see the answer that pops up when I hit the "All Done!" button. It is a sad day, a sad day, indeed.
The word box was open for a short time only, but we have some good words! Two stood out, to me, as the front-runners, but ultimately I could only pick one as the Word of the Week! Take a look at the words:
Inchoate (noun) - being only partly in existence or operation
Syllogism (noun) 1. a deductive scheme of a formal argument consisting of a major and a minor premise and a conclusion (as in "every virtue is laudable; kindness is a virtue; therefore kindness is laudable") 2. a subtle, specious, or crafty argument 3. deductive reasoning
Prosody (noun) 1. the study of versification; especially : the systematic study of metrical structure 2. a particular system, theory, or style of versification 3. the rhythmic and intonational aspect of language
Quotidian (adj) - occurring every day
Ubiquitous (adj) - existing or being everywhere at the same time : constantly encountered
Aphasia (noun) - loss or impairment of the power to use or comprehend words usually resulting from brain damage
(to the tune of Peter, Paul, and Mary's If I had a Hammer)
If I had a scanner I'd scanner in the morning I'd scanner in the evening all over this blog I'd scanner in pictures! I'd scanner in doodles! I'd scanner in the love between warm fuzzies and my readers all over this blog...
Nothing gets me in the mood to write a paper quite like the aroma of cinnamon and the sounds of the Rudy soundtrack in the air. The Last of the Mohicans soundtrack will do the trick as well, but sadly I lent that CD out and never got it back. This really takes me back to undergrad when I would lock myself in my dorm room (later apt bedroom) for weekends at a time to write papers. Good times.
When I was in Arizona I bought this totally rad clock:
Last night I wound it up and excitedly set the alarm just before hopping into bed. Ten minutes later I was trying to dismantle the damn thing so the ticking would STOP! I couldn't, so I put it in the living room. Now, it's behind my head, ticking its incessant tick-tock-tick-tock. I may kill someone.
I am (of course) speaking of the once hilarious, but now unrecognizable and unwatchable show called Scrubs. It can no longer be classified as a sitcom as the situations the characters find themselves in are no longer funny, but are in fact simply depressing and lame.
I have a secret desire to kick someone's ass. I am thinking of no one in particular, and if the opportunity to get into an actual fight presented itself, I would probably change my mind. But speaking hypothetically, I have a strong desire to kick a little ass. Maybe even give a black-eye or two. ...It's always the "sweet" ones that are the most disturbed.
Wow, has it really been 2 weeks since I've posted? Man! What have I been doing? Well, quite a bit of school work and a whole lot of nothing are the answer to that question. I had a ton of fun in Arizona, however. Irene and I hiked up Camelback. It was really steep - so steep that in some parts we had to use a pole to climb up. It was gorgeous and exhiliarating. We did not, however, make it to the top of Camelback. Hopefully we will next time! The rest of the trip was spent hanging out with Cactus and Irene. We went out to the bars, stayed in and watched T.V. and we even played bingo! Bingo is a ton of fun; if you haven't played it you should.