SCAB-tastic

So I found myself like I've normally been on Tuesday evenings, lying prostrate in my bed, nap way overdue, from the general malaise I get from 6 hours of non-stop, blood-sugar-lowering lectures that are my Tuesdays. I had been sidetracked from my initial purpose of going home to take a nap, mostly due to the paranoia I feel about sleeping the GUT and being watched while sleeping (Who knows who could be staring at me!). Upon getting home I received a phone call from Eligio, a Masters student in the ELPS program I was admitted to, so that he could try and in his words "do anything he could" to convince me to join them in Washington. I was flattered by the unabashed commitment they had to recruiting me (I think "top choice" was uttered a few times) and I did what I normally due whenever I feel overwhelmingly flattered, I took the defensive and barraged him with questions ranging from funding to pedagogy of particular teachers. I had to remind myself to tell him how excited about the program, because in my ears I kinda sounded like a jerk. He handled it admirably and I booked my ticket to go visit UWash in early April. Although to be honest, I never quite know what to say when people talk to me the tight knit Latino community as a selling point because I probably never would have thought to ask about it other than the University's commitment to diversity in recruiting as value in and of itself. It kinda reminded me of the whiteness of my upbringing but then I read this and felt better.

After a few hours of laying about, too sleepy to read, too wired to sleep, I headed over to Bloc 11 to grab some coffee which made me feel like a SCAB due to my prior employment at the Sherman Cafe. However then I remembered that at least I wasn't an adorable piano playing SCAB. And all was well. the end.

Jordan Catalono is a moron and so was I

I finally finished this scarf while watching old videos of My So Called Life and the longer that I watch the show, the more I feel like I am reading some angst-filled pages of my 15 year old diary. It's sweet and reminiscent of feeling like you know everything yet blissfully aware of your ignorance. It's also painful to watch. Mostly because it reminds of being really silly and of all of the mistakes I've made. Dear God now that I am 25 please let me be done with the Jordan Catalonos of the world.

Today I watched Persepolis, which was lovely. I really liked the way they animated it. It made me want to pick up watercolor again. Some of my favorite parts involved little Marjane and her love for Bruce Lee, her talks with her grandmother and the French sung "Eye of the Tiger" montage.

Thank you Dictionary.com for consistently summing up my personal feelings better than a horoscope

ennui: a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction arising from lack of interest.


I FUCKING HATE TRANSCRIPTION! IF I NEVER HAVE TO DO IT AGAIN, I WILL FEEL ITS A LIFE WELL LIVED.

Happy Birthday to me!

I got into University of Washington's Organizations and Policy Studies in Education Ph.D program!

Hurray! Hopefully this is beginning of more great news. Either way it's nice to have options!

Holy shit, I'm 25.

Night Folks

Fried Eggplant Sandwich

It was 19 degrees outside and the zipper to my jacket broke. Bummer. I also finally quit my coffee shop job (i know I said I would do it ages ago, it was tough) and I was hankering a special sandwich from there. It sounds kinda strange but totally delicious.

Ingredients:

fried eggplant
1 eggplant (med), sliced not too thick
1 egg, scrambled in mixing plate/bowl
1/2 cup flour
1/2 Panko bread crumbs
Vegetable oil

Fixin's
French bread
olive tapenade
roasted red peppers
goat cheese

Directions:

1. Heat a thin layer of vegetable oil on medium to medium high heat.
2. Salt and pepper scrambled egg, mix flour and bread crumbs in separate bowls.
3. Dip sliced eggplant in egg, cover in breading and set aside for frying.
4. After all eggplant is breaded, slowly place in heated owl and fry till golden brown.
5. Drain on paper towels and let cool
6. Spread one layer of goat cheese and olive tapenade on bread, slice up roasted red pepper and add eggplant to hearts desire.
7. Enjoy! It's also great as a hot pressed sandwich or with dressed greens.

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Duh.......JOB SEARCH!


(Think "Dog Show" and it'll become clear. Or call me and I'll sing it for ya.)

After going to what turned out to be a pretty lame HGSE turnout Welcome Back party and listening to people brag about their job offers and interviews, I have finally got off my respective ass and I am hitting the pavement (or the internet) on the search to feed myself for the next year. Places on the horizon, Austin, NYC, California, Seattle.

Also after going to a Idealist.org Career Fair, I've realized that I am not so much of an idealist anymore...well that's not true, but I think I've gotten over the whole lets-throw-some-able-minded-young-bodies-into-a-issue-and-see-what-happens thing of non-profits. I guess Nancy Hill has sunk into my mindset of her dislike for the "happy, smiling children" phenomenon found at many non-profits where there is a whole lot of good will and a lot less results. I think I know too much now to be quiet about things that can be done better.

I'm sure I'll find something, but as usual I want it to be great. So I guess my new part time job is finding a full time job. Wish me luck!