Quote of the Day

"Professors make mistakes.  So do prophets"

-My arabic professor, trying to put his errors into perspective.

Denial

Is a state of existence sometimes.  Right now, I don't have a paper and problem set due Thursday.  No, I definitely do not.  And I'm not a college student far away from Oklahoma.

Which is why I'm reading a blog about a woman in Oklahoma who lives on a working cattle ranch and takes the most beautiful pictures of her basset hound.  This picture highlighting their awkward proportions has convinced me I am meant to have one of these animals:

Also, note that doleful expression.  I think I'm in love.

The blog in question is a great read that I discovered after a trip to a ranch earlier this year that almost convinced me to move out into the middle of nowhere and commune with horses, cattle, and cowboys for the rest of my life.

Also, her basset hound does this:

My dog will never ever ever be that calm around another animal.  Cheers to basset hounds.  One of you will be mine someday.

Quote of the Day

"We are like octopus"

-My arabic teacher, arms outstretched like tentacles, trying to explain all of the directions that our class will be heading in this semester.

The View from My (Car) Window

A beautiful car ride.  Except for the fact that I was so car sick my brain and stomach's dialogue went something like this:

stomach: "I can't hold on anymore.  Stuff's comin' up!"

brain: "no! wait! there's other people in this car"

stomach: "it doesn't matter"

brain: "yes. yes, it does. throwing up on other people rarely makes friends"

stomach: "Fine. I will hold onto my contents for another five minutes, and then we will have this conversation again"

This lasted for an hour.

Why Google?

Why are you so smart??

I'm just taking a break and checking email, not trying to get majorly nostalgic and too distracted to think at all.  Now my mind is in a million different places.  Instead of the usual couple thousand.  Hence, I'm blogging.

Khellas!  This thesis proposal won't write itself.

The View from My Window

Into the courtyard in my dorm.  It looks nice, but let me tell you, sound carries and echoes a lot here, when two roommates across the way start screaming at each other (no idea why, but it lasted a LONG time), I get to hear the whole thing.

And no, there isn't normally a rug on the lawn, but another room in the courtyard's toilet overflowed and flooded their room and they're drying it out until it doesn't smell like 'an old sock'.

Nothing like the vagaries of dorm life to ruin a nice picture.  Ok, fine, maybe not-so-nice picture.  But it's still been ruined.

I've Clearly Suffered a Head Injury

Talking about what I ate this summer (or didn't, as was the case for a while there), I struggled (and ultimately failed) to come up with the name for my favorite sandwich in Lebanon.

For the record its schwarma. Schwarma. Schwarma.  Schwarma.