Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Forget Yente, try YaVonna

Man, everyone knows someone who's single. Someone asked today what age range is acceptable to me, because her son has a 30-year-old friend. Sigh.

How about 21 to 31? That gives me a nice spread.

Monday, August 27, 2007

The downside of capitalism.

I was reading old issues of the humbly-subtitled The Week ("All you need to know about everything that matters") and I found an article about the "unclaimed" baggage center in Scottsboro, Alabama. Like I chose not to claim my baggage. It still makes me angry. Even with the money, the things still aren't replaced. I can buy other things, but I can't buy those things again. A moment of silence for my trench coat.

In other news, we were in a pizza restaurant with very poor service on Saturday. What do you do when they won't take your drink order, let alone bring you food? You call them on your cell phone to order your meal! It certainly gets results.

The thing is, in Soviet Russia, pizza orders you.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Regard and disregard

So I was at the library some distant Saturday, and I saw a woman smoking. Okay, fine, whatever. Wait, wait. This woman was pregnant. Like, obviously so. I'd guess she was six or seven months along. And she was smoking.

I'm sorry, what decade is this? How much research do we have on the negative effects of prenatal smoking? That's right, lots. I couldn't believe the wanton disregard for the life actually growing inside her.

On the other hand, I've never been treated so politely as I am at work. I mean, everyone in the MTC tried really hard to be polite, but I think that was more because they were trying to live up to the idea of what a missionary is. It was a very forced politeness. But here, everyone is just geniunely thoughtful. Maybe once a week does a man get off the elevator before I do. People hold doors and elevators and defer to's delightful!

In other news, got Chels from the airport yesterday. They lost neither her nor her luggage. Talk about victory.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Hello from the "Library of the Year"

This really is the prettiest library I've ever seen. You know you've got something classy on your hands when they give architectural-themed tours. I've yet to go on said tour, but I certainly will someday.

It just feels wrong to blog during work, although I don't know how that is fundamentally different from e-mailing. It just feels different.

So, what's new? President Faust died, sad to say. Apparently when a member of the First Presidency dies, they close the offices for the day of the funeral, so everyone gets the day off. Well, everyone except for the security department, of course. But since I'm not exactly field trained (to us a CIA term I learned from Alias), there's no real point in me working. Everyone else will be working security for the funeral, but not me.

Starting to get settled in at the apartment. I have emptied quite a few boxes, and now only have a billion left, rather than just under a jillion. I even hung my Asian medallion on the wall (it's going to be a Zen hallway, apparently), although I'm a box of nails shy of getting anything else mounted.

Monday was what looked to be a Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. I burned my neck in the morning (I look like someone held a knife to my neck), my knee hurt all day, and then I burned my hand making dinner. But maybe the neck burn will scar and I can tell people I was once taken hostage. That'd be a cool story.

The library closes in twenty or so minutes, and I'm out of things to say, anway.