Snowstorm

Two colossal snowstorms buried my car (as seen above) in layers of snow, not just once but thrice! Far more exasperating, I had to be helped with getting my car unstuck from the snow by members of the male species 1.5 times!

I intensely dislike being rescued by men.

I Hate Faceless Companies!

Me: Hi, I was charged on my account although I've already moved and ended my internet services.
Phone Guy: Oh, yeah I see. That wasn't supposed to happen. The refund will take four to six weeks.
Me: Four to six weeks? If I took four to six weeks to pay my bill I will get a late fee. Can I charge you a late fee?
Phone Guy: long pause. Umm.. no 'mam, you can't.

Big Brother

Gov. David Patterson of New York recently suggested an 18% sales tax on soda (pop!) in an effort to plug a hole in the dwindling state budget with a potential $400 million per annum while brilliantly dressing it up as a noble effort to alleviate the obesity crisis in America.

Naysayers are boo-hoo-ing about Big Brother's Big Government. They spew out the Declaration of Independence, a bestowment of divine rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. C'mon, really? Is paying a little more for soda a detriment to your life, liberty and pursuit of happiness? Cry me a river, will ya?

People pooh-poohing government intervention in their daily lives quickly forget how important government actually is in enforcing sweeping policies that elevate the quality of life for its people: iodized salt, vaccinations, sanitation, education and the list goes on. Take a trip to Harare, Zimbabwe, a country crumbling into chaos from lack of saniation, schools and public services. You will be crying for Big Brother to save you.

Charging a little more for soda to offer extra pocket money for the state to provide services is hardly clamping down on liberties. Big Brother my foot.




Ironically, I'm reading Aldous Huxley's Brave New World.

Reading

I finally started reading again yesterday.

With the year coming to an end, with my qualify exams done and with more time on my hands, I snuggled into my comfy, fluffy, pouffy bed with my trusty companion, a good book! How lovely!

Perhaps, tonight, with a cup of decaf tea, I might just do the same.

Looking for my Granola Grunge Self

I was clickety-clacking my high-heeled boots into the elevator of the building where I worked when a snugly-bundled girl came rushing in after me, her face gorgeously flushed from the cold wind, along with her bicycle that she rode to work.

You see, the Geology department resides right above the Chemistry department. Geology department denizens are majorly comprised of the granola grunge type (and I mean that in a good way!), with their mountain hiking, forrest trekking, earth digging, environment loving types. They ride bicycles to work because they don't just talk about greening our earth. They reduce, reuse and recycle. They look so cool with their granola-type clothing all thrown together from their mother's wadrobe and the salvation army store, but are too granola to care that they look cool anyway.

And me? I wore high heels because, hey, I drive the two miles to work and also because I can't really ride a bicylce and the cold is too much to bear. And because I wore high heels and was too lazy to get my mug from my office, I held a steaming cup of coffee in a unreusable paper cup I bought from the cafe.

I need to be more granola!