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  • Neighborhood Information

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    I’ve neglected you, blog. I apologize.

    Fortunately, since I still have 8 steps to get through, my home search is taking quite a bit longer than anticipated. It’s not that I’m not looking. If you ask my poor, frustrated agent we’ve been out ten times and seen dozens of places. This is an exaggeration, but we have seen a lot. I am picky, but unfortunately I’m also unlucky. I’ve made two offers and both have fallen through for different reasons. But I’ll save those stories for the Make and Offer/Negotiating to Buy sections. I can talk about neighborhood information now though.

    Since I am single, with no kids and a fairly centrally located job, my neighborhood concerns are not those of most house hunters. I don’t need to worry about the quality or proximity of schools or a good karate class. I don’t have to worry that it will take me 30 minutes to get to work (though I could find some place 30 minutes away there are good options much closer). I need only be concerned about the noise in the area, maybe the grocery store chain and how far I am from a movie theater and good coffee shop. I know you’re crying for me.
    Ironically I have still been having real troubles. Part of my problem is that I had been looking in a very small area until recently. I had one zip code in mind, with an alternate that is, for all intensive purposes, out of my price range. While bored I wandered into some other zip codes and stumbled across a place that was $20,000 cheaper and much closer to tempting and useful locations I had never thought of. While the place didn’t work out (again, more on that later) it has opened my eyes to a whole new neighborhood, that may now even have become my first choice.

    So I guess the moral of the story is don’t be blinded. Sometimes a higher city tax really is worth it. Sometimes a slightly longer drive means more house. Keep an open mind and always have your checkbook with you; you never know when that perfect place will pop up.

  • Makin’ do

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    I’ve been accepted to a graduate Masters program. I’m very excited about it and strangely can’t wait to get started though I must be nuts. I only finished my undergraduate degree a year ago and I do work full time…

    Thinking about this achievement I found myself pondering what things will be like when I’m done with the degree- you know- in 5 or 6 years. Will I have a boyfriend, or be married, or have kids? It’s impossible to say if I can achieve any of that, but I did find solace in the fact that I can control whether or not I finish my degree (at least to some extent) and that was comforting. It seems odd to me though that some of the most important things, with the most ultimate value, are the things we can’t control.

    We can work hard to educate and better ourselves, to make money and lead comfortable lives, but that can’t guarantee love or happiness. Essentially all the effort you make doesn’t guarantee any improvement or goodness in the outcome. It’s a terribly unfair system. I know life is not fair and I’m wasting my time arguing to God or Satan or the heavens about the depressing truth. I’ve seen good, kind, funny people remain single despite working hard and trying to better themselves. And I’ve seen mean, manipulative jerks find love and get married to kind, patient people; seen slackers have great jobs fall into their laps and beautiful homes bought for them by parents with more love than sense.

    What I have to cling to is that we do all still have a choice. You can do whatever you want with your life. If love is not for you (at least not right now) you can do your best to spend time doing things that make you happy with people who care about you. The choice to make the effort to concentrate on other things and look elsewhere for that source of joy is always within our grasp. It’s a small thing and to some, nay to all of us on some days, the effort required doesn’t seem worth the tentative reward. But on the days when you get there, these things come back to you, I swear. And whatever great effort you made makes the outcome far sweeter and far more worthwhile than it will ever be for the person who had it handed to them. You will relish the joy that much more because you remember the sorrow.

    I know this has all been said before, and it’s very cheesy (and I hate blog entries that are cheesy) but it’s very important to remember this-on the good days and the bad.

  • Stinkin’ Thieves

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    My car got broken into last night. I was none too thrilled to come down to my car to go to work and gradually (I wasn’t that awake) discover things missing, broken glass and my 50 CD collection significantly absent.
    Since it occurred right in front of my apartment, I really felt so violated and absolutely furious. My apartment complex management, apparently couldn’t have cared any less about my plight (and that of 10-12 others in my complex…). And I still want to get my hands on those little bastards who could’ve have just gone to work at Wendy’s and earned a dollar but had to rip me off instead. Probably they aren’t that little but, you know.
    In the process of getting things put back together I’ve discovered that most of the people I know have either been robbed themselves of know 2 or 3 people who have been. It’s a remarkably (and depressingly) common occurrence. I can’t help but think all the money I poured into fixing my window and getting a new stereo could just as soon be gone tomorrow morning if they come back. And for many- myself included, insurance doesn’t cover this kind of thing (stupid, expensive, useless insurance).
    Must stop brooding. Will go drive around and test out some of the new mix CD’s I’ve just burned and hope they’ll replace the classics that my thieves probably threw in a gutter. I’m really sure these guys do not like ‘Moulin Rouge’, Michael Buble or Moxy Fruvous. Maybe I’ll broaden their horizons.

  • Twisted

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    My friends Y0rii and Al host an internet radio show and I was fortunate to be their very first ever guest! I’m honored and deeply touched. Really very touched- they molested me.

    Check it out here!

  • Everybody Loves a Puppy

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    Truly, you have to be a souless monster to not love a puppy. A friend showed me a new site: http://puppywar.com/ and it’s adorable. There is also a kittenwar.com site but, even as a cat person, I think the puppies are cuter.

    Now as it happens, my parents have a German Sheppard that has just had puppies. I have posted a picture of one of them to the puppywars site because they’re unbelievably cute. Here are a couple more— for your fluffy personal enjoyment.

  • Stop jaywalking!

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    Stop running out into the street! All of you. Just stop it!!

    You may have the right of way but that will be small cosulation at your funeral. The car is bigger than you. It will win everytime. I know it’s a long way to that cross-walk, and we’re all in a hurry. But it’ll take a lot longer if you have to detour to the hospital.

    So remember what your Mama used to say: look both ways before you cross the street.

  • Ugly Thoughts

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    This is not a particularity nice topic, but it is a valid one. I am taking an English class at my chosen higher education institution. I’m very fond of my professor who both makes me think and makes me laugh (apparently that’s all I need in a guy- how hard can that be to find??).
    Today’s topic was that of rape and journalism. You may or may not have noticed but anytime a lady – we’ll assume she’s a lady – alleges rape, and an article on the topic is published in the local paper, magazine, or well-respected blog, her name is omitted while the name of her accused aggressor is published. The aggressors name may come with the word “alleged” before it, but the name is out there all the same, implicitly implying that one person is the victim, who needs protection, and one is the criminal, who needs if not prosecution, persecution.
    Now many women whose names have been mistakenly released to the press in a rape case (Kobe Bryant, Kennedy kid accused of rape in Florida in the 70′s) have had a terrible time. There is some stigma attached to rape that you don’t have with other violent crimes. You wear your scars in hidden places but when your name is released it can become clear that there is a judgment for sex crimes that doesn’t necessarily start with the sympathy that applies to other violent crimes. In some countries, a woman who is raped is expected to kill herself in shame (article).
    Some people, women included, say that a rape victim’s name should not be withheld. She should choose to have it be released, or the acceptable journalistic mores of hiding the name should be changed. By saying these names, perhaps the stigma of sexual crimes will be reduced. The fairness of unbiased reporting will be restored. And maybe, false rape reports will be reduced when the glare of the media spotlight is pointed on the alleged victim.
    All that being considered in trying to come to my own point of view, I think the names should be released. However, as my wise professor pointed out, I wouldn’t want that policy to start with me, my mom, my cousins, friends or anyone else I care about.

  • Show her to the shrink

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    So I am thinking that anyone who reads this will think me incredibly crazy. I am not, I don’t think- let’s call me open-minded. I’m sure I might one day read this and wonder that I sound like such a spaz. But what else is blog for but writing down thoughts at in-opportune times for you to laugh at later?
    When you fall in love, I think it’s just an illusion. I know this isn’t breaking news but stick with me, I’m on a roll.
    It’s an illusion, a reaction, a farce. Fake. You see things- many things- differently. Things that were important become fleeting and things that were small are suddenly significant. It’s like being brain-washed, isn’t it? True, not that I know really, but this is what I hear.
    Why do we look for that to happen then? To lose control of what we want and how we perceive things? Haven’t you lost some piece of yourself? Wouldn’t you rather keep your wits about you?
    It’s all chemical, love is. It’s in the brain. We have scientists looking for cures for all kinds of things; why aren’t they looking into what love is, what causes it, how the body deals with it? That’s a grant for study I can get behind. And if we know all that, can’t we have an antidote to love? I think there could be a big market for it. The ad campaign would be legendary. “Forget that lousy cheatin’ scum- take our antidote to love”. I mean- that doesn’t even need an ad campaign really- that sells itself.
    And the next step? Something to induce love, right? So suddenly the whole world is happy, and in love, and there’s world peace. Bam. Right there. Utopia. Love for everyone. Somebody hand me the Nobel Prize.

    Yes. I am aware this last “love-for-everyone” bit negates all previous commentary about having control, and wits and brain-washing being bad. But for world peace? Come on people. Sign up today!

    I’m going to take a nap. All this craziness makes me tired.

  • Medicate America

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    I really hate to be on medication- any medication. I take birth control pills because I am a woman and that’s what women do, but I have worked very hard to get a low-estrogen dose pill. I don’t need to be any crazier than I already am.
    I’ll never understand why people are so keen to be on a pill. I’m not talking about cholesterol or heart pills, but the more optional ones: erection pills, sleep pills, indigestion pills, “twitchy legs syndrome” pills; look around sometime, there’s a pill for everything now and they are advertised everywhere too. Do we really feel so bad in the everyday world that we feel the need to medicate every tiny thing? It may be that I am very sensitive to the effects, but whenever I am on some prescription medication I feel strange and not myself so I try very hard to avoid any of this crap.
    So sadly right now I happen to be on an antibiotic. Can’t avoid it, gotta see it through (for a MONTH, no less- that seems like an eternity). This stuff makes me nauseous, light-headed and completely throws off my equilibrium. I’m not sure how beneficial it will be if the antibiotic works but I break my arm in the process falling down a flight of stairs. These pills say I am not allowed to lie down for 30 minutes after I take one. Explain that to me. How is lying down a problem? Inherently it means I’m not driving a car, probably not drinking or eating- shouldn’t lying down be the safest place to be after you take a pill??
    I’m going to stop bitching now though… I’m sure the cave men would have loved the meds we have today. And if the rest of America wants them, who am I to complain? Just as long as my DVR let’s me fast-forward through the ads.

  • Giving Thanks

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    So much to be thankful for and the perfect time to do it…

    Rain drops on roses, cute kittens (don’t care much for the wiskers) and playful dogs; thunderstorms, sunshine, cold crisp fall days and nights; leaves turning colors; warm sweaters, comfy shoes, pretty dresses; beautiful art and architecture; great ideas, new ideas, funny ideas; laughter; trees, flowers, clouds on a hot day; lakes & oceans; driving down the highway with your music blasting; great food, great drink, great company of family and friends; a good game (won or lost), a supportive team; health.

    It could be that the secret to happiness is just appriciating everything while you have it. Give it a shot this holiday weekend.

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