Monthly Archives: August 2005

Can I renew my homeless guy?

Mah is a news piece about a Dutch library that is lending out humans – you go to the library cafe and have a cuppa, and chat. Poor people, asylum seekers, gay people, etc. would be available to talk to. It sounds weird, and unorthodox, but I really like the idea. I’d like to sit down with someone who’s lifestyle is completely different than my own, and have some International Coffee. (Decaf, natch.)

In my community, I would want to talk to someone from the religious and political right; figure out where they were coming from, and what parts of their lives aligned with the beliefs they cultured.

Then again, that’s starting to sound suspiciously like The Last Supper, a Young Religous Unitarian Universalist fav. Not decaf? keel.

“Do you have a nailset?”

You know what’s kickass? Having the world’s best toolbox.

My dad painstakingly selected the items for this toolbox, as well as the box itself, for my 20th birthday. I think it’s my favorite gift. I believe he purchased all the handy goodness from Menards, where Joe works.


It has all of the things I never knew I’d need, and none of the things that just take up space. Plus, the box is shaped and the top is gridded like a stepstool.

Jason and I bought an tv holster and bookshelf at Meijers late last night, and started putting it together. At one point, he asked me if I had a nailset. He was asking on the offchance that I might have one. He obviously forgot that I had a magic toolbox.

Now I’m feeling smug about my toolbox.

Mmm, mmm, I'm a magic toolbox.

I may act like I’m six, but that does not mean that I want to do group work.

There is nothing more frustrating and futile than working in a group. At this point in my education, I assumed that groupwork was something we’d laugh about, as in “Remember when we’d do group work in elementary school? GOD, that was awful.”

Yeah, no. In the intro course, we’re working in effing groups. I don’t think you can understand my fury right now, but think of it as some sort of piece of fruit, a peach perhaps, in conflagration.


Edenborn, by Nick Sagan

I’m not finished with Edenborn, by Nick Sagan, but I feel compelled to write about it. It’s a little bit post-apocalyptic Earth, a little bit Hot Zone, and a little bit Poisonwood Bible.

Because we use antibacterial soap, a giant killer bug …. kidding.

A viral plague, kind of like Ebola and Marburg but with a better mutation power, starts to wipe out everyone. Everyone, AND MONKEYS. You know you’re screwed when the monkeys start dying too.

What are people supposed to do? There’s a year, maybe two before all humans will be gone.

Put faith in a corporation, natch. A company comes up with a way to genetically fix the susceptibility for the disease, but by the time the embryos are fertilized, all the scientists will have died. Taking a page out of Matrix, they form a virtual reality for these babies to grow up in. Cyber-parents, cyber-friends, etc. Once grown enough, the program explains what happens, and let’s them wake up.

That’s just the backstory. This handful of people have to then try to repopulate the world. The book picks up when this first generation has created a second generation of 16-9 year olds.

The story is told in chapters of alternating voice, like Poisonwood Bible. The story is laid out slowly, gaining insight about past events from different characters. The storyline is fascinating enough, and I haven’t poked any holes in it, but the real treat is the combination of the first person accounts with the incredible setting.

Maybe I have a fascination with post-apocalyptic life, but I love the idea of living in a castle and scavenging for stuff that millions of people left behind. I could have, like, eight Mini Coopers.

Being a sci-fi thriller, I’m jumping out of my seat reading it (OK, listening to it on my iPod) because of the plot. Actually, audiobook is a great way to experience this book, because the voice changes with each of the character changes.

I have to say, the book is a bit of a winner. If you’re looking for a solid read for this fall, something to read on the train, this is it. Plus, it’s like $8 on Amazon.

Oh, and apparently it’s the sequel to Idlewild, which chronicles the VR to actual reality shift for the original humans. Woot!

Mort Ality

After emailing with a friend with an ailing mother, I realized tonight that although I’m not afraid to die (I’m really not, I’m cool with it), I’m terrified of my parents dying. In my book, they’re immortal.

The only thing I can console myself with right now is that I should hope to the high heavens that my kids will want to hang out with me as much as I do with my parents.

My new favorite human being is Regina Spektor.

I was listening to NPR on the drive to Champaign on Sunday, and on The Next Big Thing, Dean interviewed Regina Spektor and she played some new songs. My socks were knocked so far off, they cracked the windshield.

The song I liked the most is really new, and didn’t have a name. I couldn’t find it on Acquisition when I went to illegally download everything else I could find on her.

Sometimes she sounds too much like Fiona Apple, but when she doesn’t, she makes me really happy. Go, listen. The audio of the interview is on the Next Big Thing website, although I have to use stupid Real Player, and the file it downloads is a .py or something random, and I renamed it .ra. Just so you know.