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Friday, November 25, 2005

Mr. Miyagi!

Oh no! Mr. Miyagi died! :(
I just watched The Karate Kid again a week or so ago. Pat Morita was so awesome.
Born in northern California on June 28, 1932, the son of migrant fruit pickers, Morita spent most of his early years in the hospital with spinal tuberculosis. He later recovered only to be sent to a Japanese-American internment camp in Arizona during World War II.
"One day I was an invalid," he recalled in a 1989 AP interview. "The next day I was public enemy No. 1 being escorted to an internment camp by an FBI agent wearing a piece."
After the war, Morita's family tried to repair their finances by operating a Sacramento restaurant. It was there that Morita first tried his comedy on patrons.
Because prospects for a Japanese-American standup comic seemed poor, Morita found steady work in computers at Aerojet General. But at age 30 he entered show business full time.
"Only in America could you get away with the kind of comedy I did," he commented. "If I tried it in Japan before the war, it would have been considered blasphemy, and I would have ended in leg irons. "
So sad to see him go. :(
posted by hilary at 10:25 AM | 3 comments | links to this post

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving.

I woke up and looked out the window this morning. Yay! It snowed! It's Thankgiving snow! I love snow!

It's pretty nifty, although I'll probably be cursing it later on my trek up to Boston for dinner. Yay for 4 wheel drive.
posted by hilary at 7:05 AM | 1 comments | links to this post

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Rule 12(b)

Rawr! /flex


While you might be a defendant's best friend, you aren't exactly polite to others. You have seven separate grounds on which to dismiss a plaintiff's case. You are a bit paranoid, since if you fail to raise your 12(b)(2,3,4, or 7) in a motion or a pleading with one of the other 12(b) defenses or a 12(e) motion, you waive those objections for the rest of trial. Some might say that 12(b) is the biggest bully of the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure, but hey, somebody needs to keep the peace. You might not be the most popular guy in the office, but you're probably the most important.

Which Federal Rule of Civil Procedure Are You?
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You might have ADD if... drive away from the gas pump with the nozzle still in your car.


I should wear a shirt that says, "Warning: Easily Distracted" in bright red letters. Then I can... ooh, shiny...
posted by hilary at 8:45 AM | 2 comments | links to this post

Sunday, November 20, 2005


Last summer I fulfilled my foreign language requirement with a couple of intensive sessions of Spanish. The first month was made much more enjoyable by my morning routine that included a car pool with Leila.
Leila Leila Leila. Where have you been? In Washington, no doubt. How are things going? The last time I saw you was when we went to that movie. Must Love Dogs, I believe. You picked me up in your adorable new car. We made plans to get together before you went back to school. I promptly lost all your contact information.
Then you commented on my blog! *wave* Hi! Email me or something. :)

Ami is another one my Google-Fu is not up to the task to locate. Unlike Leila, I don't have an offline relationship with her. In fact, I'm not quite positive Ami is actually her name. My memory could be fuzzy there.
Here are the facts I can recall with 99% certainty:
- Once upon a time, she had a blog called 'Loves is a Battlefield' (maybe? I think that was it; whatever it was, it was based on the title of an 80's song and used "Loves" instead of "Love" for some reason).
- She was from Oklahoma.
- She and her husband have been married since they were 15 and 14, respectively.
- They have three sons. I think one of them was named Tiger.
- They built a new house.
- She's blond.
- She was working as a nurse.

That's about all I remember. I loved reading her blog, then I took a break (a long long time ago) and when I came back, she was gone. I've checked for the cache of her old blogs, but I just don't remember enough to be of much use.
posted by hilary at 8:46 AM | 2 comments | links to this post

Saturday, November 19, 2005


Hooray for eBay!
I broke the remote for my tv about umpteen months ago, but it didn't really bother me all that much. I don't have digital cable, so there's no cable remote to use, but just how lazy does one have to be to require a remote for tv watching? Just turn it on, find the proper volume/channel, sit down & watch, then stand up and turn it off.
The only drawback was that all the neato features that came with my tv (which I paid extra for) are useless without the remote. Oh well, no biggie.

But then the little buttons I'd been using on the tv broke. I guess they weren't designed to be the main user access point. Meh.

Enter eBay. I searched for the model number of my broken remote and found ONE. Waiting for me, amongst the five hundred gazillion garage sale items, was the one perfect, unopened, discontinued Sony remote that I'd been looking for.
A quick click on the BUY IT NOW button and it was MINE ALL MINE!

Just in time for winter break. Woohoo! Let the vegetation begin.
posted by hilary at 3:06 PM | 0 comments | links to this post

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Super Humanitarian.

The recent Elie Wiesel Foundation for Humanity Prize in Ethics winner donated her $5000 prize to help the victims of Katrina.

I realize I'm probably the only one who gets a chuckle out of that. Seriously though, if someone is going to beat out a zillion other people to win a humanitarian award, and the prize is a big chunk of cash, it's almost like they have to give the money away somehow just to affirm that they deserved to win.
If I won, I'd probably buy a laptop or something and wind up thoroughly disgusting Mr. Wiesel.

The essay, should you choose to read it, is most certainly a powerful one. I mean to take nothing away from Ms. Stillman's brilliant work with my fun-poking.
posted by hilary at 11:51 AM | 0 comments | links to this post

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


Got this from Shosh:

TEN YEARS AGO My neverending social life revolved around a coffee shop (or the occasional Denny's).

FIVE YEARS AGO A traveling embryo decided that my recently vacated womb looked like a nice place to take up residence for the next 8 months or so.

ONE YEAR AGO Life was just about the same as it is right now. I was a bit further away from a degree, but I think that's about it. Also, my dear friend Tedd was gearing up to go to OCS. Seems like just yesterday. :)

Yogurt rasins
Wasabi peas
Veggie sticks & Hummus

(i'm not sure why these are the song lyrics my brain chose to retain)
Livin' on a Prayer - Bon Jovi
Hotel California - Eagles
Take it Easy - Eagles
Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

Do something secretly very very nice for someone who would appreciate it.
Add a bit on to the house (like two more rooms and a bathroom).
Get a manicure.
Buy a new sofa.
Invest the rest and live off the returns.

Potsdam, NY

a band t-shirt
fake tattoos
leather pants
a fur coat
those stupid high heels with the looooong toe points

CSI: New York
Myth Busters
The Daily Show

My daughters
Getting an excellent grade
The smell of clean laundry
Laying in and listening to falling snow
Reading aloud to attentive children

a good meme passes itself.
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Saturday, November 12, 2005


Here's part of a recent post from a message board I lurk:
"...BEST NEWS is that the tumor has not grown since June, he's feeling better and eating well. PRAYER WORKS! Thank you."
Here's my thing... "prayer works!"? I don't exactly get the concept.
Does this mean that someone who has more prayerful friends has a better "in" with God and won't suffer a tumor as much as some poor shmoe with no friends to pray for his malignancy?
I'm not being snarky, honestly. I'm genuinely curious about why people pray, specifically for other people's ailments.
What's the mindset? Is it like a petition? "Dear God, I'd like to sign my name to the Cure-Tommy's-Cancer list, please." If there are enough names on the petition, viola! Tommy lives. Fail to sign up enough believers? Start planning a funeral.
Sorry Tommy.
The whole thing is rather illogical, including my conclusion that to be thankful to prayer for remission seems simultaneously to be suggesting that those who were unlucky have prayer - or the lackthereof - to blame.
posted by hilary at 8:27 AM | 4 comments | links to this post

Wednesday, November 09, 2005


I'm by no means a luddite, but my ability to listen to music anytime anywhere is definitely lacking.
For example, my car (a 1999 4Runner) sports a tape deck and a radio. It's not a bad sound system, but it is most definitely CD-less. At home, if I were so inclined to listen to a CD, I have one option: my computer. So in order to listen to music on a CD, I need to be sitting at my desk or have the volume turned up so that the music drifts through the house. Same goes for MP3's, although I do have the ability to borrow a friend's MP3 player, which then allows me an average of 10 songs at my disposal - as long as I don't mind the earbuds.
So, again, CDs are computer-only, and the car is tape-only. AND... I have no actual way to record a CD onto a cassette tape.

Help me.
posted by hilary at 10:18 AM | 4 comments | links to this post

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Silly String.

The Military Applications of Silly String
If this is true, it's a heck of a lot cooler than even the ol' tampon-in-the-bullet-hole story.
Neccessity is the mother of invention it seems. I wonder how the first guy came to have silly string on him in Afghanistan anyway?
posted by hilary at 7:22 PM | 1 comments | links to this post

Saturday, November 05, 2005


I never forward email, no matter how funny it is. This, however, deserves to be shared with any who might appreciate it:

You know you're from Connecticut when...

- You have hiked up a big hill or small mountain at least once for a keg party.
- You thought everyone couldn't buy beer after 8 pm
- You actually thought that New Haven was big.
- You or someone you know has attended a CSU.
- You still think that the Whalers are cool.
- You have been to Misquamicut and to that little hot dog place.
- There is a farm within miles of your house.
- Your high school thanksgiving football game was the highlight of your school year.
- You don't have an accent when you talk.
- You have known at least 2 preppy rich kids from Fairfield who listen to Phish.
- You love Geoff Fox, but can't stand Ann Nyberg.
- UConn basketball rules and no one can tell you different.
- You have deer in your backyard.
- You still don't understand why people say that Connecticut is the richest state.
- You have been drunk at the Meadows and don't remember the concert.
- You go to Six Flags at least once a summer.
- You're glad the Patriots didn't come to Hartford.
- Your town has a Green.
- You think New Jersey was a toxic waste dump.
- You hang out at Denny's.
- You've partied at bonfires.
- You have at least one friend with a pickup.
- You've been to Cape Cod.
- You think the Connecticut River is endless.
- The town diner is the only place open after midnight.
- You have at least 4 friends who drive Jeep Grand Cherokees.
- You root for the Red Sox (east) or Yankees (west).
- If anybody asks, you're from just outside of New York.
- You have both girlfriends and guyfriends with the same name as you.
- You go to the diner late night to post party.
- You can proudly tell an outsider about Nutmeg.
- You have to explain Cow Tipping to people from out of state.
- When you go to a real city, you sincerely feel bad for every poor / homeless person you see.
- You get pissed at anyone who doesn't know how to drive in the snow.
- You can name all the members of the UCONN men's and women's basketball teams.
- You still can't find your way in Hartford (except for that bar area near Union Station).
- You hold the door open for someone and they don't say "Thank You."
- You own a golden or a lab.
- You own real Oakley's.
- You only know Westbrook and Clinton because they have good outlets.
- You don't think you're a yuppie, but the rest of the country does.
- You only ski in Vermont.
- Your mother is the head of the PTA.
- There is absolutely nothing to do in the winter.
- You live twenty minutes form either an Abercrombie & Fitch, J. Crew, or GAP.
- You sail, or know someone who does.
- You don't understand why everyone else has not been to Europe.
- You can't get through the week with out a Coffee Coolata.
- Your family owns more cars than legal drivers.
- School attire is a North Face fleece jacket, an Eddie Bauer or L.L. Bean back pack, a plaid shirt, khakis, and Doc Martins.
- Summer footwear is either Reefs or Birks.
- You carry your keys on a carabineer, but you don't know how to rock climb.
- You feel for the homeless, but are not willing to give up the golf course land to develop a homeless shelter.
- As a child you took horseback riding, golfing, tennis and swimming lessons.
- You grew up wanting to be a lifeguard.
- The state is so small you know where all the speed traps are.
- You can't understand why people don't understand what your talking about when you refer to a "package" store (or "packy").
- You went to prep school even though your public schools are awesome.
- People actually wear sweaters around their necks.
- You know of at least one person who's house was totally trashed after a huge party.
- You have at least one friend whose house was built in the 1800's (or 1700's).
- You live in a huge colonial.
- You know at LEAST one person who has been pulled over and found to have weed in their car.
- The only overcrowding is of deer in your backyard.
- Your house would cost half as much in any other state.
- Your wardrobe contains at least three pairs of cords and five wool sweaters.
- Half of your friends are from another town because yours is so small.
- You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Connecticut.
posted by hilary at 7:25 PM | 2 comments | links to this post

Friday, November 04, 2005


Trent Reznor has posted a bunch of post-Katrina photos of New Orleans. The interior pics remind me of Annabella Sciorra's post-suicide residence in What Dreams May Come.
posted by hilary at 12:32 PM | 3 comments | links to this post

Wednesday, November 02, 2005


One of my most interesting classes this semester is in political science. The only negative aspect of the course is my professor's speed lecturing. She's great at giving us info, just not great enough to slow it down a bit. Shorthand 101 should be a prereq for her class imo.
I've actually started writing my notes in internet abbreviations (ie: ppl for people) since I doubt I'd be able to understand it any other way. See? l33t sp33k does come in handy out in the real world. :)

I suspect her lecture style stems from the fact that she's a professor at a nearby law school and is used to teaching students who take notes via laptop. Typing would definitely be faster, and when she goes off on a tangent, it would be so much easier to keep my notes on track instead of drawing arrows and whatnot all over the place.
This class she's teaching is filled with a bunch of clueless undergrads, only one of whom is a polisci major, and none of whom travel with a laptop.

How does one take lecture notes sprinkled liberally with whiteboard diagrams on a laptop anyway? Kurticus mentioned something about a tablet, but how would that work exactly? Fold down the screen, whip out a stylus, and... where does the diagram go within the notes?
Yes, yes, I realize I'm a laptop-less newb. Take pity.
posted by hilary at 9:41 AM | 4 comments | links to this post