Saturday, April 23

All this and HTML coding, too!

So I think gmail is filtering out some emails that I should be getting. NOT COOL.

Semi-relatedly, last night I saw AMANDA F-ING PALMER at a small concert at MassArt and it was awesome. This is what happens when I actually leave the house.

Speaking of leaving the house, ONE WEEK TO THE MOVE! JP, HERE WE COME! Very exciting, but lots of painting to be done, which is most likely what I'll be doing the rest of the day. And the rest of the week. Oh my.

Keep your fingers crossed for me, as I have been applying to jobs and may hear back from one this week.

Things have been changing a lot lately, and suddenly I have a lot more things to do. Very interesting indeed.

Further bulletins as events warrant.

~Isha

Thought of the day: WHY DOES THIS APARTMENT HAVE SO MANY CEILINGS!?

Wednesday, March 30

Poetry Break

And now, a brief change of content.

Old Familiar Feeling

I feel it growl behind me, quiet
rising up within to surround
Strike
sinks its fangs into my ankle
Pinned
to the ground
Animal in a trap
that is living and breathing and drawing blood
bigger and faster and older and stronger
Still
breath out slow, steady
wait inhale wait exhale wait
I feel it grow inside me, silent
drawing up before me to
Lift
the updraft pushes, purposeful
I loose my leg from my trap
Refusing
to be captive
to myself

And now, we return you to your regularly scheduled format.

I'm just gonna give it away right now; the noodling above is about fear, and not falling prey to my old patterns of doubt and panic. I had a creative surge, and I thought, Hey! Why not post it to the interwebs for all the world to see? Or, at least the 5 people who stumble across it.

Let me know what you think. I'm off to write a cover letter.

Isha

Thought of the day: References? You mean I was supposed to stay in touch with those people I worked for?


Tuesday, March 29

Cheese with your whine, Madam?

Yesterday was just a $#!? day for me. Really it was. Why you ask? Because I really, REALLY hate my job.

So to be fair, it's not that I hate my job exactly, since I work in a bakery/cafe, and I really do enjoy making coffee, weird as that may seem. I have worked in food service before and I like making food in all its forms, and coffee is not terribly demanding. I don't even mind the constant stream of Starbucks brainwashees asking for iced caramel macchiati all the livelong day (you want a latte you ignorant gits a macchiato is literally espresso and a dollop of foam you can't ice that). What I do mind, what is driving me crazy, is my boss, and the abhorrent way he "manages" his store.

So without going into too much detail, let me just say it took 3 weeks for him to give me a raise I should have gotten in February, he never does the weekly schedule until Monday afternoon and just expects us to work out who'll be in Monday morning, he berates us loudly in front of customers, and touches the baked goods with his bare hands. He is also passive aggressively firing some of the staff by just not scheduling them until they quit. Also, mice.

So yeah, I need a new job, so I don't go to jail for aggravated assault. The problem is that I have to keep working at my present job until I find a new one, because I am broke. So very broke. I'm beginning the job search, and looking longingly at the Harvard Medical sleep studies that pay in the thousands of dollars for 9 days under observation. Anyway, I'm just whining about it to the internet because it makes me feel a little less annoyed.

While I'm whining, I'm just going to make a list of things I want that I don't have enough money for (because I am so broke):

a new phone, because mine is almost dead and I hate Verizon
dental work, because I have more than 3 cavities and a dead tooth
a new hard drive, because my last one failed
a working ipod would be nice, as mine bit the dust
a new pair of nice flats
fresh fruit (only on weeks I also need shampoo)

Well that felt depressing toward the end. I actually get by just fine for the most part, but I wish...

I don't rightly know. That I had time to live my life and not just run the rat race.

~Isha

Thought of the day: I worry so much.

Tuesday, March 22

aaaaannnnnnndd WE'RE BACK!

Sort of.

Following the discovery that my hard drive failed, I pretty much lost all will power to do anything on the internet for several weeks. In addition, I've been working as many shifts as I can get in order to afford moving to a new apartment, and coordinating the acquisition of said apartment. It's been challenging, to say the least, and the ensuing exhaustion was more than enough to keep me away from the internet for the last...month.

So I'm going to recognize that daily updates are a fool's hope, and just try to get in as many as possible in a given week. Updates will be just as varied as ever, and consisting largely of my internal monologue. Today's internal monologue:

I HAVE AN APARTMENT! WOOHOO! NOW I CAN SLEEP!
(3 days later)
...I'm bored. What's next?

~Isha

Thought of the day: I have this sudden urge to take up fencing. Or yoga. Or Aerial silks. Or feminist literature...

Saturday, February 5

And now for something completely different.

Just picture John Cleese on a Piano in a bowtie and speedo.

Real life computer problems are far too depressing to be jovial at the moment.


Thought of the day: Schadenfreude is so much fun.

Isha

Wednesday, February 2

How to fix your Airport connectivity; Part 2

Having met with little success in attempting to rectify your Airport connectivity on your own, it is suggested that you seek the service of professionals. Locate the nearest Apple Store, using someone else's computer. Drive, or have someone else drive you to Apple Store. If you do not have access to a car, take public transportation, but only if absolutely necessary.

Once you arrive at the Apple Store, head towards the Genius Bar, and approach one of the friendly looking employees holding an iPad; they will make an appointment for you. They may inform you that there are no available appointment times remaining that day, unless you care to wait until the last 15 minutes before closing. Note that many Apple Stores close at 8 pm, and that you will probably arrive mid-afternoon. As you probably don't care to wait until 7:45, the friendly employee will direct you to a nearby computer to make an appointment for a later date. Using friendly looking iMac, fill out easy and friendly concierge form for a reasonable appointment the following day. To preserve feeling of relative goodwill, drive or take a cab home; alternatively, lose all good will during commute on public transportation.

On the day of your appointment, make sure you leave early enough to arrive on time. If you arrive 10 minutes late, try to harried and regretful. A friendly looking employee holding an iPad will ask you to wait for a moment on a sturdy looking bench. Take time to remove layers, compose yourself, and turn on MacBook. If your computer turns on without incident, and recognizes the track-pad, then the day is looking up.

The friendly employee with an iPad will direct you to sit in front of an employee at the Genius bar. He will introduce you to the Genius by your first name, and tell you the Genius's name, which is Sean. Smile politely and explain that you are having problems with your Airport, being as specific as possible without seeming hysterical or crazed. Wait patiently as Sean runs a series of diagnostic tests on your computer. Do not be alarmed if you cannot follow what he's doing, or if you've already done the first 6 things he tries. He is a professional. When he very professionally tells you that it might be a software problem, you are encouraged to ask what that means, but nodding blithely and looking concerned at the appropriate moments is also acceptable. From this point on, simply follow Sean's instructions as he checks that the problem is in fact related to the software. If it turns out to be a hardware problem, you will need to send the computer out for repairs at a $280 flat rate, as your warranty is up. Pray quietly that it is not a hardware problem.

Sean will most likely tell you after a barrage of key board mashing and several prompts to enter your password, that it is a software problem. You will sigh in relief as Sean tells you that you simply need to reinstall the Operating System. He will offer to install the latest version here in the store, free of charge. He will inform you that you will need to back up all your personal files so he can clear the hard drive before reinstalling the OS, and he will show you that the fastest way to do that is to copy everything in your Home folder, which is probably somewhere between 30 and 300 gigabytes. He will advise you to purchase an external hard drive, and direct you to one side of the store, saying you can buy one here, or look online. He will make a friendly note about your computer problems for the next time you come in, which he says he hopes will be soon. You will thank him and head toward the friendly looking external hard drives, solution in hand. You will look appraisingly at their sleek, friendly looking boxes. You will pick one up and turn it over to look at the price, then stare blankly at it before returning it to the shelf. You will realize that all the sleek, friendly looking packaging is really a clever ruse to get you to pay for one with your credit card and take it home with you before your senses return and tell you that that was an inordinate sum of money to pay for something you'll be through with in an hour.

Decide that the internet will have something less sleek but just as good for a much more reasonable hourly fee. Leave store in state of relative hopefulness and goodwill. Lose both during the commute home. It would be very reasonable if you decide that you need several hours to unwind before continuing onto the next step in fixing your Airport connectivity.


How to fix your Airport connectivity; Part 1

If you're having trouble with your internet connectivity, first try turning your Airport off, then back on. If your computer does not automatically connect to a network, try choosing a network on the drop down menu. If there are no networks available, try connecting using an Ethernet cable. If there isn't an Ethernet cable available, and there really ought to be at least one network, seeing as you're paying for it, and can usually pick up at least three other networks on your block, open Internet Connect, and try changing your network from there.

If your MacBook still refuses to register any available networks, in spite of persistent urging that yes, the modem is working and no one else is having a problem, try resetting your location. If, to your increasing frustration, your Mac still does not register any available networks, go into Internet Connectivity, and try to manually input your network. It will ask you to type the network name, and enter the password. If the password doesn't work, check the box marked "display password", and try again. If after the fifteenth time you enter the password, your MacBook still insists that you are either misinformed or committing some obvious typo, no matter what the dictionary tells you, curse profusely and elaborately while angrily hitting apple-Q, shut down your entire computer, get up, and walk away.

Come back to your computer after a few minutes and reboot. While it starts up, allow yourself to calm down enough to decide that no, you don't really need the hammer, and while the pliers are very nice, they probably aren't going to be very helpful. After you've put them away, come back to your computer, and click on the Airport symbol. If nothing happens immediately, do not be alarmed. Your computer has just started up, and might be running slowly. Wait a few moments. If still nothing happens, try clicking on it again. If your computer still does not register that you are attempting to fix your Airport problem, try moving the mouse over the dock. Become mildly alarmed when the dock does not register that you are scrolling over it. Begin clicking wildly on every icon in your dock and on your desktop. Rapidly lose calm as computer fails to respond and starts whirring loudly. Hit Apple-Option-Escape frantically and to no avail. Giggle hysterically for several minutes to ease tension. Shut down computer manually. Do not restart. For further assistance in fixing your Airport connectivity, seek professional aid.

Thought of the Day: I spend far too much time talking about my clothing.

Isha

Monday, January 31

Grab-Bag Day

I don't have anything pressing on my mind that I feel driven to blog about, so here's a random smattering of what's happening in my life.

I'm moving! Hopefully. Apartment hunting is difficult when you can't feasibly pay more than $500 a month for your own share and you have highly specified geographic needs.

I'm auditioning! I think. For this group called True Colors, an out youth theater group in Boston. I have a friend who worked/works with the program. I haven't done any theater in so long, I would be really happy to get back into it in any capacity. Audition is this Thursday. Gulp.

I'm knitting! A scarf. I should also be crocheting a hat and knitting fingerless gloves, but I'm having trouble sticking with one project (story of my life).

I'm using the computer more than ever! Which is funny, because mine is broken, and I have to wipe the hard drive and reinstall the OS. Funfact: I'm more likely to use the internet on someone else's computer than on my own!

I'm planning themed updates! Maybe. I just have so many things I'm thinking of doing, I'm wondering if posting about them on given days of the week/month might encourage me to keep up with them. Like practicing violin. Or knitting projects. Or writing poetry.

I'm late for work! Oh, really am late for work. Wrapping up then.

Thought of the Day: For reasons unknown, I seem to be pathologically unable to correctly make a roux, or even remember what a roux is.

Isha

Sunday, January 30

Epicurean Adventures

Tonight, I made food. Successfully. This isn't exactly unusual, but I did it without the help of a recipe, and mostly off the top of my head, which is quite unusual indeed. So I now present (with special thanks to Rachel Schneck):

Epicurean Adventures: Parisian Stir-fry, Variation no.2

Begin with 2 parts boredom, 1 part avoidance of blogging. Now, enter kitchen and assess the situation. Gather:
Potatoes
Carrots
Onions
String beans
Chicken Breast
Slice chicken breast into strips. Thinly slice potatoes, as though scalloping them. Wash and cut carrots julienne style (think the approximate size of french fries, slightly thicker). Cut onions in thin slices. Wash string beans. Microwave carrots for 30 sec to a minute, and potatoes for 45 sec to 2 minutes. In a large pan, combine chicken and onions in oil. Sautee with salt, pepper, tarragon, rosemary, nutmeg and basil, to taste. Add potatoes and carrots. If there is clearly more than can fit in one pan, sautee chicken separately. Cook on low heat with cover to avoid burning. Either place string beans on top of mixture to steam, or braise/steam/boil separately. Allow to cook for 20 minutes, checking periodically.
Decide that you need to make a sauce. Open fridge. Gather:
Heavy cream/ Milk/ Half n' half/ Light cream
Cheddar/ Parmesan/ Emmental/ whatever you can grate
Butter
Flour
Make a very imprecise roux. Melt a tablespoon of butter at low temp in saucepan, gradually stirring in flour until thickish and fluffy. Begin adding cream in similar manner. Grate in cheese, always stirring vigorously. Use a wooden spoon or whisk. Continue until you have reached desired quantity and thickness. Remove from heat and pour over French stir-fry. Enjoy.

Mine came out slightly under done, owing to too much potato and not enough pan.
In other news, might be auditioning for an out-youth-theater-thing here in Boston. Could be fun. I think I need a monologue.

Thought of the day:
Why do I only want to read romance novels in a house filled with Vonnegut and Coelho?

Isha

Saturday, January 29

No excuses

So I spent all morning in bed and I have to be at work in 40 minutes. I'm also reading my blog from yesterday and cringing at all the drivel. Tempted to delete it, but then I'd be short a post.
Since I have no time to do anything interesting here, I'm going to send you there:


Go read some hilarity from people more eloquent than myself. Might I suggest "Decorative Gourd Season".

(Politically Incorrect) Thought of the day: In post-Soviet Mafia faction ruled Russia, hooker kills you!

Isha

Friday, January 28

And this is why I try not to watch the news.

For a long time, my boyfriend identified as an anarchist. For a brief time, he believed in collapsitarianism. He has never believed that Obama would be a good president. This is perhaps the only point of contention in our relationship, and it isn't particularly contentious, as neither of us sees any merit in arguing over our personal stance on a man we have never met.
I support Obama. During the 2008 elections, when total economic collapse seemed frighteningly possible and Sarah Palin might have been our next Vice President, my support had a sort of grim desperation to it. I believed in Obama, but I was braced for the alternative; deep down, I was preparing to lose. Then we won. I went to a school of 600 students, 98% Democrat/Other, 0% Palin supporters, 100% cynical, jaded hipsters, hippies, and intellectuals, breath held and fingers crossed. 10 minutes after the preliminary electoral results, half my campus sang "God Bless America" outside the Student Center. It was like a miracle.
Yesterday, I watched Jon Stewart. Topic of the day; State of the Union Address. It's been two years since, with high hopes and great expectations, we inaugurated the 44th President. I don't really watch the news, or read the paper, and I'm not very well informed about National or Global affairs, so I admit that I had only the vaguest of outlines of what has happened in our country these last two years. How's the country doing, these days? Well, according to Obama, as interpreted by Jon Stewart, not that great. And although the address was interesting, and Stewart entertaining, what piqued my interest was his guest on the show. Jonathan Alter is the author of The Promise: President Obama, Year One. Alter paints an interesting behind the scenes portrait of the decisions Obama was a part of and pushed through in his first year, and boldly stated that he had "accomplished more, in terms of his record, than any president since Lyndon B. Johnson." Jon Stewart made, obviously, a wry remark about quantity vs. quality of those decisions, and that got me thinking.
I looked around the web a little, looking for things that Obama's done had a hand in accomplishing, and noticed that most of the lists weren't very favorable. Most of what I found was on personal blogs, so of course there's a prejudice, but there was a repetitive formula of "he promised x, we expected y, and instead of delivering z, gave us Q.
This is where the opening paragraph is relevant. My boyfriend is the person who would point to these things and say, Not a good president, QED. I am the person who argues that he came into office under a tremendous amount of pressure, in an impossible situation, that he has had to contend with surprising opposition even when making compromises, and he's just halfway through his first term. I make excuses. I'm having some trouble being that person today.
I'm not sure Obama is really a good President. I hope that he's trying to be a good President, I hope that he does succeed in his goals and I hope that he does prove himself to be one of the greatest Presidents in our history. But hope isn't enough.
When Gene Robinson gave his prayer the day before the inauguration, he said something I considered insightful, and looking back now, mildly prophetic. He implored the American people, and perhaps just people, not to make him into the Messiah; he asked God, essentially, to allow us to see him as a man, and remember than men are flawed. Obama went into office a colossus, larger than life, with all our hope settled firmly on his shoulders. Those hopes have not shrunk, but the colossus has revealed himself to be not much bigger we are.
I don't have a conclusion to this observation. I find myself wondering if the man we made a legend, is really just a myth. I wonder what happened to the shouts of "Yes We Can"; to the spontaneous peals of "The Star Spangled Banner"; to the Democratic majority; to withdrawing from Iraq and Afghanistan; to reforming healthcare; to change? I wonder if we can stand behind a man when we're no longer in his shadow. I wonder if anyone is willing to try.

Thought of the Day: I am.

Isha

Thursday, January 27

Analog People

It's very noisy in my head today.

Yesterday, while on the phone with my mother, I described myself as an "analog person". We were having a discussion about bulletin boards in relation to apartment hunting, and I made the observation that bulletin boards are less frequently used these days than online message boards. By online message board, I mean anything from Craigslist to the more recently discovered Lemmingtrail.com, insipid, hipster-trolling wasteland though it may be.
My mother stopped me, questioning, Analog person? You'd describe yourself that way? I hesitated a moment, stalling. Well, yes, in the sense that I find the thought of an actual bulletin board comforting; made of real cork and covered in flyers and posters and business cards. When it comes right down to it, when I need to write a note, I'm always going to reach for the pen and paper before I reach for the smartphone.
Now, though, reflecting a little, I'm not sure that's entirely true. The part about the smartphone, yes, but I'm more likely to use Craigslist than a flyer on a telephone pole. I certainly use email several orders of magnitude more frequently than the postal system, and there are certain people I am much more likely to converse with over Facebook than on the telephone. Even by making this blog, I am admitting that I'm more likely to write something if I'm posting it to the internet than if I'm writing in a leather-bound journal. Which brings up all sorts of interesting questions about introspection and the public forum, but the more relevant question here, is, if I am an "analog person", wouldn't I prefer paper to a key board?
I'm rethinking my answer, considering very carefully. I am not, to my own mind, tech-savvy enough to consider myself a "digital person". On the other hand, I have an email address, a Facebook account, an aim screen name from middle school, a Skype account, a defunct LiveJournal account I created under duress and never used, hell, I even have a blog that I've resolved to use daily. It would seem disingenuous, and more than slightly naive, to not describe myself as digital.
This dichotomy, "analog people" and "digital people"; well it actually seems a little contrived. Fifteen years ago, not so much. Ten even. Relevant for many born before 1950, belonging to certain religions, or raised in a far-flung or impoverished corner of the world, by American standards at least. In a similar vein of sweeping generalizations, if you live in what has been termed the first world, and frankly even if you don't, the odds of not encountering digital technology in your lifetime have dwindled to practically nothing. The odds of using digital technology have increased manifold, and the odds of it becoming an every day convenience or necessity are probably approaching 2:1.
I'm getting away from myself. I'm not posing a general question, I'm posing a specific one, a personal one, and I'm looking for a personal answer.
I look at the calendar on my wall more than the one on my phone. E-readers, though useful and compact, seem a poor replacement for paperbacks. I planned half my senior project on a dry-erase board and butcher paper. I have a vinyl pressing of Stevie Wonder's Songs in the Key of Life, none of which is in my iTunes. And I think no matter how technologically inclined I become, most of these things will remain true. No matter how cool or convenient digital media becomes, some things are more satisfying when they're not on a screen.
I suppose the truth is I'm a hybrid person, inclined to use a combination of what's easiest, what's nearest at hand, and what's most personally rewarding. And I think the same can be said for most people.

Thought of the Day:
I do not fancy myself a philosopher.

Isha




Reboot

Ok, so the truth is I'm just terrible at ever keeping up with anything EVER.

Thusly I have set a new goal for myself: everyday, between now and next year, I will post something to this page. It could be anything. A video, a poem, a song, a thought I had on the train. A picture. A word. Just something. Anything.

Welcome to my personal attempt at consistence. Project open to public viewing.

Thought of the day:

I have escaped the pitfall of wanting "fake love", as presented by Chuck Klosterman, by virtue of the fact that my boyfriend has never seen Say Anything, When Harry Met Sally, and does not listen to Coldplay. We revel in our ignorance and idealism.

Isha