March 8, 2009

Bring water to a boil. Dissolve contents of one packet in 8 oz. of hot water. Stir briskly before and after heating. Repeat every 4 hours until symptoms disappear. Avoid alcohol, sedatives, and tranquilizers while taking Theraflu. 

Story of my life. 

I’ve been directing all love and attention to my shiny, new Twitter that, I forgot how good it feels to write more than mere 140-character increments. How sad, though, that nearly a month later, it’s the same damn la vie quotidienne. Unless daylight savings counts. By the way, daylight savings is totally unproductive and an assault on logic. Not to mention a complete sleep disturbance. Thinking it was 11, I curled back into my comforter - until my noon-time phone alarm screamed otherwise. Can humankind just stick to the plan and get on with it??

I did manage to bring myself into an alive(ish) state so Karen, Hillary, Taylor, Lisa and I could go carb-load at Crepeville. And as if brunch wasn’t enough, we slumped (with Tay clinking along in her crutches) over to Yolo Berry. Lisa is 19 on Monday, which begs the question: Do you know how freaking old we’re getting? I still feel like I’m 12. 

So long, size zero.

In other non-important news you probably don’t care about… I am now an Archivist for AS Papers at a rate of a next-to-nothing $49/week. If there are any hiring employers in the crowd, shoot me an email. I can start immediately. Seriously. You try working long hours in Lower Freeborn (…you might recall from my death encounter at the California Aggie). “Lower” is just a euphemism for basement, really.

The AS Papers office is cold, like whip-out-your-Northface cold. I piece together ancient issues and file them neatly away, but let’s be real - it’s bitchwork. It’s scanning. A lot of scanning. So I spend my time reading the humor section from random publications in the office. I’m deep into the 1990’s of Al-Wasilah, the Muslim quarterly, and the last piece I can remember is “You Know You’re Muslim When… Your Family Has Knives Bigger Than Your Head.”

Yeah, I’ll let that sink in a little. 

I still have to work on the Chicano/Chicana paper, the African-American paper, the Vox Feminista which is exactly-what-it-sounds-like paper, and the Jewish paper …it’s like being constantly surrounded with the anger of racial oppression. “RACIST LOU DOBBS CNN” hangs above my desk as an explicit reminder. 

When I’m not working or getting an education, I’m usually walking due to the fact that my bike was STOLEN by some punk who has hopefully realized its worthlessness by now. I guess my old bike had some sentimental value; I did have some questionably-great moments with that piece of shit. My dad brought up a replacement bike for me, of which I have no picture because well, you don’t even want to know. He has so lovingly named it “The Dark Knight.” Probably due, in part, to its shady disposition. 

Yeah, fun times.

My throat is being possessed by devilish flu fiends at the moment. I’ve had to restrain myself from taking one too many Advil on several occasions …but c’est la vie. If you too, are plagued with the sore throat-body ache-fever trifecta, Theraflu will drive that cold out of you exorcist-style.

Just remember to not exceed the recommended dosage. 

Pce, Luv, & Racial Oppression, N