Intrepid Girl Reporter


Wednesday, 3/31: android identity issues
March 31, 2010, 11:43 pm
Filed under: deep thoughts

Listening to my very favorite podcast in the whole wide world, Jordan, Jesse, Go!, I heard a discussion re: the tendency of praise to children to sound condescending. E.g.:

To a child who has not hit someone:

MS. IGR I’m proud of you for not hitting and yelling. You’re doing a good job coping with conflict.

To a child who has brought me a stack of construction paper:

MS. IGR Thank you so much. You are an excellent helper.

Now, I understand why this comes across as condescending, but from me – and I recognize that this perhaps applies to me alone – it is not. I think this is because, quite frankly, I am sometimes very easily impressed. Also, now that I’ve spent serious amounts of time with smaller children, I generally mean my praise. I TOTALLY know how difficult it can be to not scream when you really want to. I frequently drop things, especially in larger loads, and a kid who can get it down the hall without incident when I sometimes cannot deserves all the compliments he or she gets, in my book.

Also, side note: PLEASE go subscribe to Jordan, Jesse Go! and its sister podcast, The Sound of Young America. TSoYA is the best interview podcast currently on the air. JJGo is perhaps more polarizing, but in my opinion, it’s what a morning show could be if a morning show was funny and somewhat self-aware. (You know, sentient.) It follows roughly that same format, anyway, with two guys just sort of talking to each other and taking calls and occasionally having guests, but those two guys are incredibly smart and funny, basically.

I’m driving home tomorrow and trying desperately to acquire the Avett Brothers’ “I And Love And You” album before I go. As previously mentioned, I am banking on this album based almost entirely on the fact that right now, I am convinced that the song of the same name is the best song in the whole world. This happens periodically and has nothing to do with the merit of the song itself sometimes, but I can’t help but feel that this, THIS is the song that I should have listened to driving up the back roads in Kentucky – even though, at that time, I had other songs that I thought were the best songs in the world and that perfectly captured those lonesome turns, so my feelings don’t quite hold up. But seriously, this song is the perfect mashup of two songs I used to listen to a lot on the way to school: “Okkervil River Song,” which is an amazing song by the band Okkervil River (well), and Matt Nathanson’s “Angel,” which is maybe a song that does not hold up as well in retrospect. It looks like I am actually going to have to buy this album. Are you kidding me.

Comment on songmeanings.net re: my new favorite song: “This song is about becoming a worthless hipster.”

Also, I went to a friend’s birthday tonight and we got into an interesting discussion: do androids want to be human, or could there possibly be such a thing as android pride? We also got into a long talk re: public vs. private schools, but I need to go to bed and that would take too long to summarize.

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Tuesday, 3/30: lesbians who look like Justin Bieber
March 30, 2010, 10:24 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

Pleasingly, it appears that I can post via HootSuite to my personal blog, which puts HootSuite squarely on the list of things I will relentlessly promote because I love them (see: Zengobi Curio, Evernote). This means I can circumvent DCPS’ relentless filters and send my thoughts out into the world. As a result, my personal blog, sorely neglected due to my work with Lancelot Sturgeon, ReadySetDC, and other sites of that nature, will be seeing some updates ril soon. I hope.

Right now, however, all I want to share with you is that 1: I am now an official resident of the District of Columbia, and let me tell you, the DMV* makes that a challenging prospect; 2: I have Big Plans that I will refrain from announcing in public until they are confirmed; 3: I had dinner with IGRB tonight and it was Surprisingly Not Terrible, Although Not, Like, Ideal; and 4: one of my friends mentioned that Justin Bieber would be much more attractive if he were a lesbian woman.

After she told me this and after I saw an article on Slate about him,** I came to the conclusion that yeah, he sort of looks like KD Lang. I would post a photo comparison, but I’m posting this from HootSuite as a further test, so just google them. But then I learned that someone else beat me to this shit a long time ago. See: http://lesbianswholooklikejustinbieber.tumblr.com. Oh man.***

*Department of Motor Vehicles, not DC/MD/VA. Lines ALL DAY LONG.

**I am SO OLD.

***Kool-Aid man voice



Tuesday, 30 Mar: Testing
March 30, 2010, 10:09 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

Man, if I can post with a Twitter client, there will be a lot more updates on this thing from work. That would be awesome. Let’s see if it works…



Monday, 3/1: I want to talk to my avocado
March 1, 2010, 11:20 pm
Filed under: life progress

I have been in this house for one whole year, one year exactly, which means that it’s been a year since I was getting four hours of sleep a night, a year since my grandmother died, a year since I’ve slept on that godawful couch in that godawful cold house on Capitol Hill. It’s a lovely thing, to not be living out of a suitcase anymore, although I confess to a little bit of antsiness. I can’t help it. It’s in my bones. This is the longest I’ve stayed in one place since I was eighteen, which was six years ago, a fact I try not to contemplate too much. (See: Joyce Maynard.) It’s a strange thing, to be so domestic and yet so accustomed to motion. I’m not even sure which one is the natural inclination anymore. Nature? Nurture? Who knows.

In a lot of important ways, though, it feels as though I’ve rejoined this city in the past couple of weeks. I’m auditioning for a choir. (Which I have not done since high school.) I’m working on an article proposal for A Real Magazine. I’m taking a class at the Alliance Francaise in an effort to not lose the one foreign language I know at a level higher than first grade, and I am remembering how much fun it is to learn stuff. I am starting to feel again the compulsion to learn things and to share them – for example, the fact that Julius Caesar’s death is commemorated with a drunk run in Rome every year by the Hash House Harriers. Does that weird anyone else out? Because I find it a little disturbing.

This is ramblier than I wanted, probably because I am a little out of blogging practice (for this purpose, at least), but what I am trying to say here is that I am slowly starting to take root a little again. Even if there are still nights, such as this one, when I find myself rereading old poetry and navel-gazing for too long. I have Nina Simone’s cover of “Who Knows Where The Time Goes” stuck in my head and I swear it’s a coincidence.