31 May 2010
29 May 2010
Oh hai fresh eggs. How you do, warm from the chicken?
Oh and yeah: that's a verse from the Bible on the carton, "This is the day that the Lord has made..." Gotta love the midwest.
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28 May 2010
21 May 2010
20 May 2010
10 May 2010
salve for clique mentality disguised as a study guide for girls: $39.99
"Dear Friend,
On a beautiful late spring afternoon, this past year, a young woman received some devastating news. She had just gotten back her ACCUPLACER test scores. It wasn't what she had hoped for. In fact, it wasn't even close to her expectations despite her former good grades in high school.
The worst part was that she knew that she could never go straight into the college-level courses she had planned to take her freshman year with ACCUPLACER test scores that low.
Then she remembered her friends and felt even worse. All of her closest high school friends had already gotten their ACCUPLACER test scores back and were almost certain to go straight into the college-level classes they had all planned to attend together. Before her test day, she had been procrastinating about preparing for the ACCUPLACER test, because she hated standardized tests, and this only confirmed her hatred.
"Why do you have to take the ACCUPLACER test to get into these classes?" she angrily wondered.
She didn't look forward to having to tell her embarrassing news to her friends. "What would they think of her?" she thought, eyes brimming with tears, as she imagined her friends going together off to classes without her and the isolation and exclusion of being left behind and stuck in remedial classes.
How to Solve the Problem
Unfortunately, this hypothetical situation occurs all the time. Someone thought they were going to breeze through the ACCUPLACER test and get into the classes they wanted, told all of their friends, made plans for the future, and then got an embarrassing reality check from their ACCUPLACER test scores."
On a beautiful late spring afternoon, this past year, a young woman received some devastating news. She had just gotten back her ACCUPLACER test scores. It wasn't what she had hoped for. In fact, it wasn't even close to her expectations despite her former good grades in high school.
The worst part was that she knew that she could never go straight into the college-level courses she had planned to take her freshman year with ACCUPLACER test scores that low.
Then she remembered her friends and felt even worse. All of her closest high school friends had already gotten their ACCUPLACER test scores back and were almost certain to go straight into the college-level classes they had all planned to attend together. Before her test day, she had been procrastinating about preparing for the ACCUPLACER test, because she hated standardized tests, and this only confirmed her hatred.
"Why do you have to take the ACCUPLACER test to get into these classes?" she angrily wondered.
She didn't look forward to having to tell her embarrassing news to her friends. "What would they think of her?" she thought, eyes brimming with tears, as she imagined her friends going together off to classes without her and the isolation and exclusion of being left behind and stuck in remedial classes.
How to Solve the Problem
Unfortunately, this hypothetical situation occurs all the time. Someone thought they were going to breeze through the ACCUPLACER test and get into the classes they wanted, told all of their friends, made plans for the future, and then got an embarrassing reality check from their ACCUPLACER test scores."
04 May 2010
Girl: Excuse me.
Boy: Excuse me.
Girl: Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know?
Boy: Excuse me.
Girl: Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know?
02 May 2010
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