HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY GLAMCOOKIE!
You can do work via twitter? How is this so?
That's the fun part. I'm only doing it to illustrate myself the ANT, not as an official part of uni. It's a network, I'm an actor, let's test the theory and see what happens (in other words: it's about the method, not the contact. To all of the people it'll seem like I'm using Twitter the same way like everyone else, only with few restrictions and, no that anyone will know, but I'll document every interaction. For science, not because I'm a weirdo). I'm half way through with defining the experiment.
Hil, I sending you tons of ~ma, both on the health front and the coworkers front. I'm sorry you have to go through this.
Nora, select no. 1! No. 1!
And oy, you all. My dad is partly acting like an internet troll on his boards. He already got banned out of two of them. He firmly believes in struggle as a way to get to better world. Including on the web. And it really upsets and bugs me.
I need to do statistics, but we already had (me and my dad) an emotional fight about the proper way to use the webs, and it kindda drained me. I'm not gonna change him, but God, he's really crazy with the stuff.
Oh, and in The Weirdos Like Me! news:
Yesterday I did decent part of travelling. First, the Central Bus Station in Jerusalem is the best way to illustrate that my country is a third world country: I spent there about 20-25 minutes, and 4 people asked charity from me. Two or five years ago, no one would dare to approach you while you were eating/in a store and ask for a hand out. But that's not what I wanted to write about.
So, a tinfoil hat that came to me, an orthodox religious man, I'd say about 43-45 years old, just wandered around the dining area of the CBS (I had lunch there. Holy Bagels are yummy!), and all he could talk about was finding a Shidduch (matchmaking for mitzvah). I was in a very good mood, so I actually talked for a few minutes with this lovely, confused, harmless, poor creature. Apparently, I should:
A. Stand on guard from anyone who will offer me marriage out of love. Apparently, they are all dirty deceivers who will divorce me.
B. Only go with the ones offering me money, because
C. Even when I'll graduate with an M.A., there will be no job for me and someone will have to support me and my future kids.
Oh, the stuff I could do with that pasture. However, I was considerate and spared the poor man my opinions and marriage and very future kids, only to confront him with his logic. I only pointed out that it's somewhat far fetched to assume that all divorced women were seduced into the marriage with the promise of love, and gently, without using the w word (orthodox man, again), and pushed him to understand that paying a woman to marry you is a way of prostitution. Most of my other points were lost on him, and when he didn't understand the word "functional", I got bored, so stopped the very bizarre conversation there. I still don't know if he offered me a shidduch with him, or just generally vowed to hang around women to warn them about the various dangers of marriage out of love.
And they say I'm antisocial.
We used cloth wipes (basically small, very soft, washcloths) with either just warm water or a very diluted soap and water solution with a dash of jojoba oil.
For D we just use baby washclothes and plain water. For really messy changes, fleece wipes work really well, and are very gentle. (These are available for WAY TOO MUCH MONEY on eBay and HyenaCart, or you can just buy a yard of fleece at your local cheapie fabric store and cut it into squares.)
(And I just realized that I don't even know if you're using cloth or disposable dipes - if you're using disposables, cloth wipes may not be a worthwhile investment. Newborns get terrible diaper rash because they haven't yet built up a tolerance to peeing on themselves all the time, but over time the sensitivity goes down and you can use regular disposable wipes.)
meep! Happy Belated Birthday Glamcookie!
I am at work and will do drinks after work. Ima fake it till I make it!
Statistics doesn't work. I try and try, but I can't see my mistakes.
I think I need to solve them with someone watching my actions over my shoulder, and tell me where I got it wrong. I think I follow the instructions well, but I get the wrong final results.
I am at work and will do drinks after work. Ima fake it till I make it!
Right on! Drink the power!
gronk. tis all i have. oo. and a "blaaaaaargh". Maybe shower will clear the head. I wanna take the day off. Need day off. No days off until 17th. :: le sigh ::
My Santa Barbara friends, who still don't know if their house survived the fire, were evacuated AGAIN from the motel they were staying at at 2AM last night. Holy shit, I can't even imagine. And all this with 2 cats and a 2-month-old baby.
