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Monday, May 29, 2006

Memorial Day.

One of the things I love most about today is the flag display rules. In the morning, the national ensign is at half-staff. We remember those who have given their lives for our country; we offer them our respect and thanks by lowering our flag for their sacrifice.
At noon, we raise the flag again. Not slowly with solemn ceremony, but briskly and with strong resolve. We are a nation that mourns and remembers, but we are also a nation of strength and pride. The sacrifice we stop to contemplate is part of what has made us strong. We cannot remember one without also celebrating the other.

One thing I think a lot of people forget is that Memorial Day is not Veteran's Day. Yes, thank you to all our servicemen and women, but today is not about thanking you for your service. Today is about remembering the sons and daughters, fathers and mothers, who have died in service to our country. Their loss affects us all, and is cause for our nation as a whole to stop and lift up our gratitude.

On Memorial Day, I also like to remember those on the homefront who have lost loved ones. Families make a sacrifice too, but often all they have to show for it is a Gold Star. It makes me so happy to see servicemembers thanked by civilians for their service, but I wonder how many of us stop to thank the wife, the child, the parent as well. Thank you, loved ones, and let us remember your loss together on this day.

To the ghosts upon whose shoulders our great nation stands, Thank You.
posted by hilary at 10:49 AM | 3 comments | links to this post

Friday, May 26, 2006

Old ghosts.

This is my old skateboard. Well, a picture google found for me of my old deck anyway.
Once upon a time, my mom took me to a skateshop and let me pick out my very own board. I dunno why I picked this one. Maybe because the deck was a bit wider than the others at the time, and I thought it would be easier to learn on.
It wasn't that easy to learn. Thank goodness for wrist guards is all I have to say, or I probably wouldn't be able to type this today.
Somehow, a girl on a skateboard was like a porchlight and all the little skater moths from a mile around came to check out the oddity. We made good friends, and they showed me some fun spots to skate in the city.
Lacking a Y chromosome was the only thing that kept me interesting. Really. I was terrible. At first, they got a kick out of trying to teach me stuff, but after a while they got kinda bored with my ineptitude.
We were still friends, but no tears were shed when I sold my "oldschool" deck to a collector a couple of years later. Apparently I'd been skating on something vintage the whole time and didn't even know it.

I miss my old ghost. Its top was covered in black griptape, and it had rails on the bottom. I say "had" because, after I endured relentless mockery and still didn't remove them, another skater finally took matters into his own hands. How could two little plastic rails be so offensive?
posted by hilary at 9:06 AM | 4 comments | links to this post

Tuesday, May 23, 2006


I volunteered backstage at a fairly major theater's ballet performance the other night. Funniest thing ever? Picture it:
Elegant ballerinas, buns, pointe shoes, leotards & tights...
warming up before the classical stage performance... Chamillionaire's Ridin playing loudly on a portable CD player.

And they knew all the words. :)
posted by hilary at 9:12 AM | 3 comments | links to this post

Friday, May 19, 2006

Dairy Queen abuse.

Logical evidence that Dairy Queen employs addictive additives:

So a new DQ moved in to town. It's not at a particularly convenient location, and there was zero fanfare upon its grand opening. Like prairie dogs, people just sort of sniffed the air, "Dairy Queen... nearby... oooh, dilly bars..." and flocked to the tiny counter to get their fix.
Okay, so it's sort of expected that a DQ is going to have a crowd around it on a warm weekend evening. Nothing odd about that.
But today, before 10am, in the pouring rain, with an ambient temperature of about 53F (11C), there were people standing in line outside of the DQ window.

Unless they've merged with Starbucks, or have been spiking their Blizzards, I don't get it.
posted by hilary at 10:01 AM | 6 comments | links to this post

Thursday, May 18, 2006


I meant to post this a few days ago, but Roy's post reminded me. A picture of my desktop:
So cute.

Ya, so today I have my last two finals and then I can finally come up for a breath or two before plunging back into summer classes. Weeee....
posted by hilary at 10:20 AM | 3 comments | links to this post

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Flesh balloons.

I'm not obsessed with stats by any means, but I do check them occasionally just because it's fun. With the search query report, I can see some of the keywords that got people to my site. For example, someone was looking for "SC Johnson" in Google Blog Search the other day and found me listed at number three due to the posts I made regarding Glade candles a few months ago.

Here are a few of the search queries I've received in the past day or so:
under clothes
is the comedian ron white married?
first pool
pee dance
easily distracted
flesh balloons

Flesh balloons?
Well now, that's a bit disgusting isn't it? I had to know more. What are flesh balloons, and why is my site suddenly associated with them?
I followed the link to a French search engine, and discovered something sort of odd (and by that, I mean not as odd as the original term, but curious nonetheless).
Here's a screnshot of the search results:

click to view in entirety

The text comes from this entry, which reads:
"...obsessed with in my teens. The last one with the balloons, I dunno. I have no explanation for that. The picture on the left is an example of me doodling. I get a little obsessive when I doodle, and if left without a reason to stop, I can fill pages and pages with this kind of connectivity stuff."

Now read the text from the french search engine:
"obsessed with in my teens. The last one with the balloons, I dunno. I have no explanation for that. The picture on the left is an example of me doodling. I get a little obsessive when I doodle acutely than when one slices deeply into one's own flesh"

The hell? There was no slicing of flesh in my original post. None. I can't imagine that "left without a reason to stop" translates as "slices deeply into flesh." Even in French.
posted by hilary at 9:47 AM | 7 comments | links to this post

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Door protocol.

If the person walking ahead of you opens a door for themselves, walks through, and then holds it open so you can walk through behind them, it's appropriate to say "thank you." Duh.

However, what if there is a small space - what's it called? a vestibule? - and then another set of doors? And what if that same person, still ahead of you, holds this door open for you as well? Keep in mind you just thanked them .2 seconds ago, does etiquette dictate that you thank them again?

I've always been flustered by that little maneuver, despite the fact that it happens quite often and one would think that by now I'd have it figured out.
posted by hilary at 9:22 PM | 11 comments | links to this post

Friday, May 05, 2006

For shame.

My assignment was to write a critique of a particular musical. Not a review, a critique, there's a difference. Having written SO. MANY. REVIEWS. for various purposes, I focused very hard on this as a critique.

So hard, in fact, that throughout the ENTIRE paper, I misspelled the title of the musical I was critiquing.
No, wait, it gets worse.
The terribly troublesome title of the musical? One little word: "Pippin."
Nine times - ten if you include the title of the .doc file - I spelled it "Pippen."

So here's what my professor wrote:
Hilary - a refreshingly well-written paper, but ... be sure to spell the title/character properly -- you didn't.
Grade = B+
Ugh. I want to crawl into a hole or something.
posted by hilary at 9:54 PM | 2 comments | links to this post