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Calling you

I just got a call from Ah-nold. Yup. He wants me.
To go to a rally in downtown San Diego, that is. Heh.

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5 questions

Questions sent to me by Tequila Mockingbird. I’m just now getting to them. *sigh*
1. so-if you could have dinner with any three people – living, dead, famous, infamous, whatever – who would they be?
2. which one of charlie’s angels are you? and i’m not talking about that drew barrymore/ cameron diaz/ lucy liu bullshit either. i’m talking about old school charlie’s angels.
3. what one place in the world have you always wanted to visit, but never have? do you think you ever will? why haven’t you already?
4. would you be willing to kill an innocent person if it would end hunger in the world?
5. if you were trying to impress someone, what meal would you cook for them?

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And you shall know them by their love

My SMLSOTW:
Where is the Love
Black Eyed Peas

What’s wrong with the world, mama
People livin’ like they ain’t got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that’ll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin’
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you’re bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that’s exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y’all, y’all

People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

It just ain’t the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don’t belong
Nations droppin’ bombs
Chemical gasses fillin’ lungs of little ones
With ongoin’ sufferin’ as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin’ really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin’ wrong
In this world that we livin’ in people keep on givin’
in
Makin’ wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin’ each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin’ on but the reason’s undercover
The truth is kept secret, it’s swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where’s the love, y’all, come on (I don’t know)
Where’s the truth, y’all, come on (I don’t know)
Where’s the love, y’all

People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love, the love, the love?

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I’m gettin’ older, y’all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin’
Selfishness got us followin’ our wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
Yo’, whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead of spreading love we’re spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ down
There’s no wonder why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
Now ask yourself

Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love?

Sing wit me y’all:
One world, one world (We only got)
One world, one world (That’s all we got)
One world, one world
And something’s wrong wit it (Yeah)
Something’s wrong wit it (Yeah)
Something’s wrong wit the wo-wo-world, yeah
We only got
(One world, one world)
That’s all we got
(One world, one world)

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Free at last!

Well, I’m finally done with my paper, and not a moment too soon! I should have about enough time to wash a few dishes before hitting the pillow.
The paper is below, for those of you with morbid curiousity. ;)

(this was imported from my old blog & i haven’t gotten around to fixing the screwy formatting)
Forming a New Hero Lord Byron�s heroic model, more fully formed in his later stories, first appears in Childe Harold�s Pilgrimage. Byron has changed the way heroes are written and looked upon in literature. Gone are the heroes of sterling reputations, replaced by Harold, who came from a family whose name �had been glorious in another day� (p. 564, Canto 1, Stanza 3, Line 22). The Byronic hero is morose, mournful, and melancholy. Readers can even call him jaded, as this hero is not surprised by events good or bad. In fact, this protagonist has already seen it all. He holds himself aloof from life, people, and even at times, feelings. Byron�s model of a hero is an �alien, mysterious, gloomy spirit� (552). Harold is sore sick (565, 1.6.46), sullen (565, 1.6.48), and of joyless reverie (565, 1.6.50). He embodies a gloomy spirit in his remembrances of past hurts and sins (567, 3.7.55-6). He is mysterious in that readers wonder what exactly he has to be gloomy about in �his own dark mind� (566, 3.3.20). And he seems alien when he longs to keep away from all men and be left to his own devices � alone with nature. Harold regards humanity with disdain (552) and considers the mountains his friends and the ocean his home (568, 3.13.109-10). He would rather spend time with nature than be burdened by the expectations of society. Harold is an outcast, just as later Byronic heroes and those characters styled with Byron�s influence, are misfits. While the Byronic hero �harbors the torturing memory of an enormous, nameless guilt� (552), Harold too seems to have a memory that haunts him. He is �[w]rung with the wounds which kill not, but ne�er heal� (567, 3.8.68). Readers will wonder, at times, whether it is Harold or Byron himself that remembers a devastating bereavement from a love that can never be. Nevertheless, the tortured soul is a key characteristic in this new breed of hero. The hero that is �self-reliant, pursuing his own ends, self-generated moral code against any opposition, human or supernatural� (552) seems better suited to another character in Childe Harold: that of Napoleon (572, 3.37.325-31). In regard to this characteristic, it seems that Harold has not quite transformed into the typical Byronic hero. Harold travels to many places over the years, and describes many wonders. While he may have a self-generated moral code (565, 1.5.37-8; 575, 3.55.488-9), Harold doesn�t face any major opposition in the poem, except a possible exile (574, 3.52.463) that isn�t really detailed in the story. Another major Byronic hero characteristic is that of a person who �exerts attraction on other characters more compelling because it involves their terror at this obliviousness to ordinary human concerns and values� (552). Once again, Byron seems to have formed this characteristic of a hero after Harold�s story is complete. Harold does not directly interact with other characters during his journey. While Harold exhibits many of the qualities of a Byronic hero, Lord Byron perfects the mysterious misfit hero in stories subsequent to Childe Harold�s Pilgrimage. And that is when the true Byronic hero is born.�2003 Becky Scott (Yeah, I know I’m posting this on the ‘net, but it’s still stealing if you take it.) (citations are from Vol 2 of the Norton Anthology of English Literature, 7th Ed.)

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tired to the bone

It’s the weekend, which means homework for me again. Right now it’s Lord Byron. Now that was one um, interesting dude. Kind of a downer, though.
The week was good, but long. I survived the first 4 days on my new job! But I forgot how trying it is to learn 8 hours a day and to remember new procedures. I’ve wanted a nap after work every day this week.
I think I’m getting old. *sigh*

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stick it

If you think this won’t get stuck in your head, you’re wrong.
(I just like to go back & listen once in a while. Cracks me up. Hee!)

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phew!

Yes, I made it out alive. I’ll even go back tomorrow. The new group seems like they have fun and aren’t too stuffy. Good to know. Problems transferring the e-mail account though. It would’ve been easier had I been new and not a transfer. Oh well. Plenty to do without e-mail. I’ll probably wish they’d just forgotten to give me any e-mail at all.
Been a busy night. Writing, putting out fires, dinner prep, homework, etc. You know, the usual.
So, um, yeah. I have lots to say & no time to say it in. The rest of the week is chock full o’ fun & too much work! Blogging will be lite during the day until I get in the groove.
But my new monitor? Damn! Flatscreen, low profile, sweet! It even has a built in usb hub. The cpu is okay. But the monitor is bitchin’!

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i said i wouldn’t cry

Well, I hadn’t planned to cry today. I’m not really leaving, just moving to a different building.
But then, my friend’s daughter sent me a picture she drew herself, and a beanie baby because she saw that I had some. She was sad because she won’t see me when she comes to her mom’s office.
*sniffle* I need to go blow my nose now.

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and sometimes, work is fun

I sent out this little gem to our department last week.
It’s time for a roast! Yes, we will lose our favorite “Queen of the Universe” when **** retires. In celebration of her years in **** and at ****, we will stage a roast in ****’s honor.

Remember Dean Martin’s celebrity roasts? Well, uh, forget those as we can’t be that racy at the office and we all know what happened the last time there was alcohol aplenty around this bunch! But in the spirit of the great roasts of yesteryear, we’d like you to compose a brief tribute to ****. It can be funny. It can be poignant (but if you make us cry there WILL be retribution). It can be short or long – but we’ll impose a time limit if anyone gets too verbose. If you don’t want to read it yourself, a designated-toaster will be appointed for you.

So please, think about what you’d like to say to **** before she leaves. This will be your last chance! Submit your entries (this is no contest and we won’t judge you on eloquence, humor, or grammar) to **** or ****. If you’d prefer to keep things to yourself until the party, that’s okay too (we’ll try not to judge you for any perceived lack of motivation), but please let **** or **** know that you’ll be participating.

Remember, this is about having fun and honoring ****. We ask that you be courteous and respectful. But also remember ****’s sense of humor and let her have it! wink Submit entries to **** or ****. Please do not reply to all for your responses. Surprise us.

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whew

What a weekend! I spent most of the time working on homework. Ah, literature class. My nemesis.
Tomorrow’s my last day as a buyer’s assistant. Go me!
Anyway, I have my SMLSOTW ready to go.
CRANBERRIES
“Zombie” (No Need To Argue)

Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying…
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou…
Another mother’s breakin’,
Heart is taking over.
When the vi’lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.
It’s the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they’re still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying…
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a…

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