I'm McKinzey, and I have a habit of getting on the wrong bus.

No classes today because of snow. We spent our snow day building pillow fort #2. There have been some disputes regarding the name, but I still stand by “The Marxist Utopia.”

Classes have been cancelled for tomorrow as well. I’m not sure what we will be doing, but I am certain that all sorts of shenanigans will be happening.

Friday, January 31, 2014

The roommates and I made the best pillow fort (Fort Catbug) today. Time to eat some junk food and watch some movies.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

unexpected consequences of using poster mounts

Avoid hanging your favorite posters up in your dorm with poster mounts. Some brands of poster mounts are far stickier than they need to be, and the effects could be disastrous to your posters, wall, sanity, or even your emotional health. There is a good chance that you will end up lamenting the fairly significant tear in your Avengers poster. There is an even better chance that you will end up taking a ten minute bus ride to the store so you can buy some sponges strong enough to scrub off the sticky half-remains of the poster mounts you thought you were so smart to use.

And there is a slight chance that on the bus ride, you will eventually end up sitting across the aisle from a man who has scrunched himself down to a length short enough that he can lie down across the two chairs in his row. He might eventually sit up and pull a small, inexpensive, stick-shaped mp3 player out of his pocket and play with it as he listens to whatever it is that he listens to through his black earbuds.

And as he turns the mp3 player over and over in his hands, he may start looking around. He may glare at the window, and at the other passengers on the bus. He might even turn around and glare at you for a moment before glaring at his mp3 player with obvious frustration. There is a small, but not impossible chance that he will bitterly tear the back of the mp3 player away and yank the ear buds out of his ears with one blunt pull of the cord. And then he would, perhaps, abruptly drop the whole broken, tangled mess on the floor with obvious loathing and disapproval.

And then you would probably start looking out the window and trying to mentally prepare yourself for your 7:30 final the next morning. Or you would possibly pull out your phone and answer a text you had forgotten to reply to. Or maybe you would take out your book and start reading.

Except the man might pull out a small paper copy of the bus schedule and start aggressively turning it over in his hands. And, if you’re lucky, the paper will not be made out of the thin paper used in receipt machines. If you’re lucky, the sound will not be small, inconsequential, and yet the only audible thing in the entire bus. If you’re lucky, the tiny, incessant sound of paper on paper will not make you want to start singing to drown out the sound, or you won’t want to groan, or tear your hair out, or at least get off at the next stop even if it means you have to walk a long ways.

But if you are not that lucky, then at least you do not have long to wait before your stop. And you will go to the store and buy your extra-strength sponges and maybe also a bottle of water or a granola bar. And when you get back to your dorm, you might learn that your sponge, that should have lasted at least a month for any hardcore germaphobe, leaves you only with a torn up sponge with a number of holes worn through it after five minutes of scrubbing.

And as you stand in your empty half of the room with an RA from one dorm over, you might just nervously play with the ring you always wear, or possibly with a bracelet you’re wearing, or maybe even with a receipt you found in your pocket. And she may look at you with annoyance, but that might only intensify your nervous fidgeting as you point out the places left with sticky residue and chunks of missing paint.

All I’m saying is that if you learn anything before going to college, it’s that poster mounts are more trouble than they’re worth.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

morningamp:

I just wanted to treat people the way I would want to be treated. It was designed on the premise of being equal…No design skills, just used logic and that whole premise of if I was homeless, what would I want. -Tony Clarke

Tony Clarke is from Australia, where the homeless population is the same for an entire country as it is for the city of Chicago. He is in town for the Edison Awards, where he was honored for his backpack-bed invention and his non-profit Swags for Homeless, with swag obviously having a different meaning in the Land of Oz.

Tony joins host Molly Adams with guest host Odinaka Od Ezeokoli filling in for Brian Babylon to talk about how he got the idea for the backpack-bed and about the problem of homelessness in the United States, and right here in Chicago.

Friday, November 15, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
Anonymous:
how short are you?

I am five feet short.

Sunday, October 20, 2013
Extremely awkward selfie/shameless promotion/amazing charity alert.
I went home this weekend to visit a friend, and ended up staying slightly longer than I had planned. The only problem was that I forgot to bring my glasses - which I need now that I’ve taken my contacts out.
Good thing I remembered that I still have this stylish piece of eyeware sitting in my bedside table here at home! (Sorry for the bad picture quality, I’m working with a webcam and some bad lighting.)
The eyewear in question is Adlens’s “Emergensee” - which is a pair of instantly adjustable glasses. Each lens can adjust between -6.0 and 3.0 diopters (Don’t let my ability to copy the word “diopter” from the packaging fool you, though. I don’t actually understand vision stuff all that well.) I was able to get a pair at the Edison Awards earlier this year.
I think this is one of the coolest ideas for a product, and I love showing them off (especially my dad’s pair from their John Lennon line - seriously, check it out.) but what I think is even more amazing is that Adlens has a "buy one, give one" program.
For every pair of glasses bought from either their John Lennon or Hemisphere line, Adlens donates a pair of glasses to someone in the developing world.
As someone who couldn’t handle walking around her own house for even 15 minutes without her glasses or contacts, I think that this is an entirely worthwhile company to check out, and I really encourage you to do so.

Extremely awkward selfie/shameless promotion/amazing charity alert.

I went home this weekend to visit a friend, and ended up staying slightly longer than I had planned. The only problem was that I forgot to bring my glasses - which I need now that I’ve taken my contacts out.

Good thing I remembered that I still have this stylish piece of eyeware sitting in my bedside table here at home! (Sorry for the bad picture quality, I’m working with a webcam and some bad lighting.)

The eyewear in question is Adlens’s “Emergensee” - which is a pair of instantly adjustable glasses. Each lens can adjust between -6.0 and 3.0 diopters (Don’t let my ability to copy the word “diopter” from the packaging fool you, though. I don’t actually understand vision stuff all that well.) I was able to get a pair at the Edison Awards earlier this year.

I think this is one of the coolest ideas for a product, and I love showing them off (especially my dad’s pair from their John Lennon line - seriously, check it out.) but what I think is even more amazing is that Adlens has a "buy one, give one" program.

For every pair of glasses bought from either their John Lennon or Hemisphere line, Adlens donates a pair of glasses to someone in the developing world.

As someone who couldn’t handle walking around her own house for even 15 minutes without her glasses or contacts, I think that this is an entirely worthwhile company to check out, and I really encourage you to do so.

Saturday, October 19, 2013
"Blood red. If that isn’t foreshadowing… Blood red — the color of blood."
Royan and I went to go see Rush today
Tuesday, October 15, 2013

I have to write a 3-page paper about the word “walk”, which wins this assignment the prize for the most infuriating paper I have ever been assigned to complete over a break (or possibly ever).

Wednesday, October 2, 2013
 
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