why does Brandeis only sell king-size candy bars?
I apologize for posting it twice, but if you wouldn't mind filling out my Johari's Window, I'd appreciate it. I'm very excited to post an analysis/reflection on the results, so the more data, the better for generalizations.
Rarely can I sympathize with people who bemoan their singleness on Valentine's Day. Yes, the holiday is overly commercialized, however there are very few people in the world who have no one with whom to celebrate familial or platonic love. Munch on some chocolate and cut a heart out of paper; it won't kill you to have a good day on February 14th. And yes, I did say that earlier this morning before receiving a dozen Valentines (including little kits to plant lavender, forget-me-nots and burning love, and a box of chocolates outside my door from my Secret Valentine), eating homemade heart-shaped cookies at work and finding a long-stemmed rose on the ground. I am particularly pleased; my Secret Valentine does not know it is I who baked him heart-shaped brownies. I hope everyone else's Valentine's Days were as cheery as mine!
In between writing 25-page papers and cleaning out underneath my bed, I have binged on the Olympics since last Friday. I have yet to have missed a day of broadcasting, and I've probably only missed a few hours combined over the course of the past few days at that. The only sport I'd be likely to watch at any other time of year is figure skating, yet I've been shouting excitedly over The Flying Tomato's victory and fuming angrily over Apolo Ohno's fall as if winter sports were my area of expertise.
In part, I am so taken in with the Olympics because they truly are awe-inspiring. As someone who is unable to focus in one arena, I admire the dedication of the athletes to one single passion. With the arts, I am able to highly regard the talent presented, but I do not feel entirely inartistic. However, I know athletics will never be the strong suit of a girl who cannot even return a tennis serve back into her own court, and so their athletic prowess further amazes me.
Why then am I not glued to the X Games or World Championships? Even if they may not be, to me, the Olympics are more pure. I ignore the professional athletes who are now allowed to compete; I prefer to think of this as people who have given themselves over to their interest without seeking monetary gains. And while I may like watching the skier glide gracefully down the hill, what I truly enjoy is watching not only her teammates, but athletes from many nations greeting and hugging her at the bottom. With the Olympics, so many people seem (or are made to seem by the media) overjoyed to simply be there, and they seem to be much more about unity than other events. Also, I am a sucker for the human interest stories they show between events...
On that note, some quick figure skating commentary. While it was moving to watch the Chinese couple with the fallen girl take the silver last night for pairs, the Chinese team who placed 4th deserved the bronze! So many of the pairs routines lacked emotion or charisma; they sacrificied artistry in favor of technical points and thus the magic was lost. Of what I saw tonight, however, the men were balancing the requirements of the new judging system much better than their predecessors. I am excited to watch this evening's tape once I am home next week, since I had belly dance and missed both Plushenko and Weir. Joubert's routine was the favorite of what I saw. Dressed in a glamorous, black and white tuxedo-inspired costume with "007" written on the back and a holster attached to one leg, he skated to the James Bond theme, pausing to "shoot" a gun, punch villains and drive away wildly from the scene. Why isn't he ranked as third?!
Rarely can I sympathize with people who bemoan their singleness on Valentine's Day. Yes, the holiday is overly commercialized, however there are very few people in the world who have no one with whom to celebrate familial or platonic love. Munch on some chocolate and cut a heart out of paper; it won't kill you to have a good day on February 14th. And yes, I did say that earlier this morning before receiving a dozen Valentines (including little kits to plant lavender, forget-me-nots and burning love, and a box of chocolates outside my door from my Secret Valentine), eating homemade heart-shaped cookies at work and finding a long-stemmed rose on the ground. I am particularly pleased; my Secret Valentine does not know it is I who baked him heart-shaped brownies. I hope everyone else's Valentine's Days were as cheery as mine!
In between writing 25-page papers and cleaning out underneath my bed, I have binged on the Olympics since last Friday. I have yet to have missed a day of broadcasting, and I've probably only missed a few hours combined over the course of the past few days at that. The only sport I'd be likely to watch at any other time of year is figure skating, yet I've been shouting excitedly over The Flying Tomato's victory and fuming angrily over Apolo Ohno's fall as if winter sports were my area of expertise.
In part, I am so taken in with the Olympics because they truly are awe-inspiring. As someone who is unable to focus in one arena, I admire the dedication of the athletes to one single passion. With the arts, I am able to highly regard the talent presented, but I do not feel entirely inartistic. However, I know athletics will never be the strong suit of a girl who cannot even return a tennis serve back into her own court, and so their athletic prowess further amazes me.
Why then am I not glued to the X Games or World Championships? Even if they may not be, to me, the Olympics are more pure. I ignore the professional athletes who are now allowed to compete; I prefer to think of this as people who have given themselves over to their interest without seeking monetary gains. And while I may like watching the skier glide gracefully down the hill, what I truly enjoy is watching not only her teammates, but athletes from many nations greeting and hugging her at the bottom. With the Olympics, so many people seem (or are made to seem by the media) overjoyed to simply be there, and they seem to be much more about unity than other events. Also, I am a sucker for the human interest stories they show between events...
On that note, some quick figure skating commentary. While it was moving to watch the Chinese couple with the fallen girl take the silver last night for pairs, the Chinese team who placed 4th deserved the bronze! So many of the pairs routines lacked emotion or charisma; they sacrificied artistry in favor of technical points and thus the magic was lost. Of what I saw tonight, however, the men were balancing the requirements of the new judging system much better than their predecessors. I am excited to watch this evening's tape once I am home next week, since I had belly dance and missed both Plushenko and Weir. Joubert's routine was the favorite of what I saw. Dressed in a glamorous, black and white tuxedo-inspired costume with "007" written on the back and a holster attached to one leg, he skated to the James Bond theme, pausing to "shoot" a gun, punch villains and drive away wildly from the scene. Why isn't he ranked as third?!