Friday, November 28, 2008

The end is near!

Sort of near. The end of the semester, anyway. And the very thought rather makes me want to hyperventilate a little bid, because I totally realize how much I haven't done. In fact, if I pass some of those classes, it will be nothing short of miraculous. There are a lot of reasons for that... none of which would I like to go into at this time.

Anyway. More updates. I'm moving out of my apartment today/tomorrow. I don't know where I'm going yet... I'm just gonna have to figure that out. But whatever.

Also, something cool happened. I have been made an editor for next semester. This, of course is contingent upon continued financial aid to attend next semester... But hopefully things will pull up a little bit.

So... yeah. I gotta get back to work now. More updates later.

--Anna Grace

Monday, November 17, 2008

So...

...Evidently, I'm really good at pissing people off today. Sorry... I really don't mean to... I suppose I just don't get why someone has to be angry that I have a differing opinion, instead of trying to understand it. They spend no time trying to figure out why I might have the opinion I do, and immediately launch into a tirade about why my opinion is wrong, useless, and invalid. I've spent the majority of my life being a timid little throw-rug, asking no questions, giving no answers. I am reeeeally tired of that. I'm done with it. Yes, you have an opinion, and I can respect that. But it does not mean I have to change mine. And ranting and raving is much less likely to get me to change my opinion than a calm, reasoned discussion. Blah. Enough. The people who need to hear this don't even read this blog...

Anyway... Tonight is Christiana's birthday dinner. I feel really bad that I won't be there (am choosing not to be there...) but Kim (roomie's creepy boyfriend) will be there, and I flat out refuse to voluntarily be in the same house with that man, much less the same room at the same dinner table. Furthermore, I have concluded that I am moving out at the end of the semester - which is three weeks - whether I have any place to go or not. If I must, I will re-instate my original plan and pile on extra sleeping bags. Is there such a thing as a battery-operated space heater...?

In further news... I haven't really got any further news. So, updates as updates come, assuming I recognize an update when I see one...
--Anna Grace

Monday, November 10, 2008

A glossary of completely natural words.

This is something that Captain shared with us that I found amusing, interesting, and generally fitting to what I think about the jargon we hear around us every day. I wish I could insert all the conversation in there too (and I may provide some commentary that was said) as we all had a wonderful laugh at some of these things. It's a bit long, but completely worth the read, I assure you. Enjoy!

A Glossary of Completely Natural Words
by Mark Patinkin, published in the Providence Journal (of Providence, Rhode Island)

I noticed that a "truth-in-menu" bill has been introduced at the Rhode Island General Assembly. It's to force restaurants to be honest when they describe their dishes. Many, for example, try to sneak around the red-flag words like "frozen." They insert "fresh" instead.

For the past few years, I've been collecting examples of how people sneak around red-flag words. It seems to be an increasing problem. One way to stop it, perhaps, is to publicize the abusers. So today, I offer a sampling from the collection.

Autoyards these days believe it's beneath them to stock junk radiators. They're now called "pre-dismantled, previously owned parts."

The next time you buy a bathroom plunger, you might get a blank stare if you ask for the bathroom plunger section. Certain manufacturers have taken to calling them "hydroforce blast cups."

Then there's the cemetery business. Some are no longer advertising the availability of burial plots. Instead, they now offer "pre-need arrangements."

And in Canada, nannies don't simply nanny anymore. A firm up there said its nannies "interface with children in an habitual way."

Government is particularly good at this. The Food and Drug Administration, for example, found "serious adverse effects" in the use of a certain chemical. The adverse effect was 38 deaths. Pretty adverse.

And if you get a call from your just-convicted husband telling you not to worry about it, they're only going to put him in the "capital sentences unit," maybe you should worry about it after all. That's the new phrase for death row.

One of my favorite examples comes from the Army War College instructor who told his class that when you're surrounded, you should never look upon the enemy as a superior force that's about to crush you. Consider them a "target-rich environment."

The insurance business sometimes refers to death as a "mortality experience." Actually, they do even better. The way it usually comes out is that groups that don't smoke have "a more favorable mortality experience" than those who do.

School systems are avoiding the term "budget cut." It's more popular to refer to that as "institutional self-help."

In the same vein, AT&T was recently asked to explain why a few hundred of its employees were fired. They weren't fired, AT&T said. "They were involuntarily separated." (When SUU fires a faculty member, it's not a firing, it's just that the faculty member's contract was not renewed.)

Similarly, a Rolls spokesman refused to say his cars break down. Occasionally, he allowed, they "fail to proceed."

A college student was recently asked by a reporter whether his friends were into drugs. The denied it, but did concede that one or two have "pharmaceutical preferences."

Meanwhile, the U.S. Army has begun to refer to civilian casualties as "collateral damage."

Social workers are getting better at this, too. They rarely use the word "murderer." Instead, their clients have shown "anti-social behavior patterns." A "slum" in their lexicon, is a "culturally deprived area." Poor people are "deprived elements."

I decided to take an assortment of these examples and try stringing them together. Here's how it came out:

"A deprived element showed anti-social behavior yesterday, causing collateral damage to four passers-by. His attorney asked the judge for leniency, explaining his client has pharmaceutical preferences. But he was sent nevertheless to the capital sentences unit where, in two weeks, he will suffer adverse effects. Pre-need arrangements are already being planned."

Most of these examples are amusing, I suppose, but there's a serious side to the truth-in-language issue. Bill Moyers once spoke of it eloquently.

"The great enemy of understanding," he said, "is imprecise language. Yet the pollution of our language spreads everywhere, like great globs of sludge crowding the shores of public thought."

May we all find ever more direct ways to say what we mean.

Love,
Anna Grace

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Snow...

Okay, so we all know that driving up Cedar Mountain in a snowstorm without four-wheel-drive is a reeeally stupid idea, yes? Well... in my defense, it didn't look that bad when I started out... Anyway. You know that nice, narrow, windy road that leads up to the "C," and which hugs the side of the mountain so closely that if you look over the edge, you might fall off?

It is also a very bad idea to drive up that road in a snowstorm without four-wheel-drive. I don't really have an excuse for that one...

Anyway. Suffice to say, my happy little pickup started slipping all over the road when the snow started to stick. And you know how once you pass the bridge at the bottom, there isn't any place to turn around until you reach the top?

I made one. And since my pickup was slipping really nicely, it took me several tries to get it to turn enough to turn around and get the heck out of there, during which time, I was completely blocking off the narrow, windy road, and almost backed off the edge of a very... very long drop.

However, I finally managed to get my pickup to slide in the right direction (pointed DOWN the mountain) and made a bid for the bottom. :P No sooner was I NOT blocking off the road, then did some huge, four-wheel-drive Dodge Ram pickup go barreling by me. Nice...

Anyway. I'm alive and slightly wiser for the experience, although it definitely scared the crap out of me.

In other news, I'm back at the office. Bored out of my skull, restless as all get out. I want to GO somewhere. Get in the car and drive... (not up a mountain, obviously). Somewhere. Anywhere. Far away. But I don't know where to go...

Oh well.
Love, Anna Grace

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Election... and other things.

Might I just say that I am completely disgusted with politics at this point. On both sides. Or maybe all sides. I should have written in Chuck Norris or something like that. So we have a new president. Woohoo. Not who I would have picked to be certain. But to be honest, if Obama's president, it's because God put him there. I have no doubt. I think he's here to cut down on our complacency. America made the choice, now America must live with it.

I am seeing everywhere the impact of our economy. Several of my favorite restaurants in town have closed down (Mama Chu's... Lupita's...) and the Sunshine Truck Stop, which boasted the lowest priced gasoline in Iron County. The Cedar City Review (newspaper) folded last week, as well. It's sad to see everything changing so much... Businesses closing, and instead of a new one opening up, the building remains dark and empty. I guess that's just how things go.

Today/tomorrow, I go back to my own apartment (which means I will be spending much more time in the office, and at Angie's when I can...). Needless to say, I am not excited about this prospect. I returned last Tuesday night, and within ten minutes of arriving there, was ready to tear my hair out. I left food there. I returned Saturday to find no food there. Nice. Whatever, though. I just need to get a fridge in my room. Except... they go in my room. Open the shades and the window and the door... and the cats parade in and out. My bed is covered in cat hair. Yuck. And it's so abrasive! They're always fighting with somebody, or each other, and the music is always full blast. Hip-hop, rap, and at night it's some discordant wanna-be classical (the same song over and over, every night) that generally involves the same random piano notes over and over. Ugh. I'm done thinking about it. It's my last day, I want to escape for a while.

Anyway. I gotta get back to work.
More later.
--Anna Grace