born in arizona, moved to babylonia
in the past week or so i moved completely to gmail and began using google calendar and today i started a delicious account. so welcome me to 2005, people. the annoying thing is these tools are actually ideally suited to my purposes/methods (purpose:organization of information; method:disorganized) and i wasn't using them. how will i ever dominate the world at this rate?
chris and i split a personal-pan sized cantaloupe for breakfast this morning. it was about the size of a grapefruit, and it was perfectly ripe. but mostly i loved its personal-pan-ness. we also purchased a similarly-petite watermelon, which i look forward to enjoying, but i am sad i will no longer be able to pick both fruits up, hold them to my chest, and talk about my melons. chris was mortified when i did this at the farmer's market.
we saw the treasures of king tut yesterday. good thing we all decided their theology wasn't true, since otherwise the intrepid egyptologists might have had to feel bad about graverobbing people who thought that a grave was a permanent home for the soul. also, we learned that the egyptians of that era saw fit to depict black and arabic people (apparently their closest neighbors and therefore greatest rivals) in really sterotypical, dehumanizing ways that would not have looked out of place in one of those old racist looney tunes they never broadcast any more, because they're racist. i think its another one of those things they gloss over so as not to draw attention to aspects of the egyptians that don't fit our current societal mores, like how isis found all of the pieces of osiris except his johnson, or that egyptian ladies never wore tops because all of the statues we saw had very clearly evoked nipples, or that their whole society was based on slavery. those kidders.
chris and i split a personal-pan sized cantaloupe for breakfast this morning. it was about the size of a grapefruit, and it was perfectly ripe. but mostly i loved its personal-pan-ness. we also purchased a similarly-petite watermelon, which i look forward to enjoying, but i am sad i will no longer be able to pick both fruits up, hold them to my chest, and talk about my melons. chris was mortified when i did this at the farmer's market.
we saw the treasures of king tut yesterday. good thing we all decided their theology wasn't true, since otherwise the intrepid egyptologists might have had to feel bad about graverobbing people who thought that a grave was a permanent home for the soul. also, we learned that the egyptians of that era saw fit to depict black and arabic people (apparently their closest neighbors and therefore greatest rivals) in really sterotypical, dehumanizing ways that would not have looked out of place in one of those old racist looney tunes they never broadcast any more, because they're racist. i think its another one of those things they gloss over so as not to draw attention to aspects of the egyptians that don't fit our current societal mores, like how isis found all of the pieces of osiris except his johnson, or that egyptian ladies never wore tops because all of the statues we saw had very clearly evoked nipples, or that their whole society was based on slavery. those kidders.