Wednesday, December 31, 2008

2008 Blog in Review

I have waited a whole year for this. And now, as I wait for the cable guy to anoint us with real internet during the last blizzard snow of the year and Jifo snoozes behind me...

A meme pulled from my nascent personal blog last year:

Take the first line from the first post of each month this year (linking to it) and you've got your very own blog in review.

52 Faces in 2008

January
Submission
"As quiet as the voice of God, my life changed in the dwindling weeks of 2007 when I made a decision."

February
The Power Prayer
"This is a whammy of a prayer."

March
Positivity Campaign
"H and I were arguing."

April
Rides
"One week ago I was riding the Ballona Creek Bike Path searching for meaning and now I am in Henderson, NV tripping over career opportunities with every other step."

May
Settling For More
"Week 16's Confessions of a Settler and its follow-up Crazy Enough to Be Committed generated spirited dialogue with my readers. "
(it was really "Happy May everyone!" but that's lame)

June
A Love Story
"Breathtaking, my lover's words"

July
Batting For the Other Team Again
"While signing up for an online subscription..."

August
I'm a Kick Ass Blogger
"My first award!"

September
New Kids On the Blog
"Guess who's blogging these days?"

October
The Great Schlep
"From the website: 'The Great Schlep aims to have Jewish grandchildren visit their grandparents in Florida, educate them about Obama, and therefore swing the crucial Florida vote in his favor.'"

November
Prop 8 Has Nothing To Do With Schools
"For the last freaking time, people."

December
NaNoWriMo Results in Breakup
"The newspaper of my life was ready to print with this headline, I tell you."

Have a safe and peaceful New Year's that is hopefully warmer than ours in New York.

I hope you have enjoyed the 52 Faces of this year. With gratitude for your support,

S

(Don't forget to make my useless advertising worth it by clicking on that big bar to the right for BlogHer! I haven't earned a single cent from them, grrr.)

Monday, December 29, 2008

Dear Entrecard Droppers

I haven't forgotten you.

I'm back home on the right coast with Jifo's laptop, routing expensive internet through his phone. We've got a cap on the precious few kilobytes we're allowed to use during our stay.

Once I get to an actual computer with unlimited internet (i.e. my father's house in the burbs) I can resume rabid dropping. I will visit all of you who've come by this holiday season!

Sunday, December 21, 2008

For All the TwiGuys in Our Lives...

If any of you have subjected your husbands, boyfriends, brothers or male friends to hours of Twilight talk like I have, this video of the first guy to read Twilight in public may be as inexplicably hilarious to you as it is to me.

(And how many of your guys have actually - secretly - gotten into it?) (Jifo, I see you.)

Friday, December 19, 2008

GRE in A Week: How To Do It

Apparently, I wasn't the only one in the entire world who had to take the GRE in one week - somebody googled onto my site with just about those exact keywords. I did fine. (And in actuality only studied 4 days.) Here's how:

My Circumstances:
You can review my original post to see my father refusing to take "I can't do it" for an answer and reminding me of my childhood ventures in overachievement.

Now, I'm applying to a writing-heavy program so the verbal and analytic writing portions count much more than the quantitative (I hope), which is necessary for me since my brain attempts to apply humanities logic to mathematics with comical results. I've also been working as a professional editor for years and counted the dictionary as my favorite book when I was 12. I knew I would need a balanced approach to studying - amping up my long-lost math skills while still making sure I had the verbal section down since that's what admissions departments would focus on.

Likewise, you'll have to understand what your strength is and, looking at the program you are applying for, determine which sections to devote more time to.

Day 1
Let the comforting buzz of denial carry you through this first day. You have plenty of time: 7 whole days of nothing but a watered down version of the SAT's. Easy.

I spent the day looking at the official ETS page (I'm not linking it here because you should have it bookmarked already. If not, go and do it now.) and crying on the inside. After I was thoroughly convinced I had signed up for advanced quantum mechanics by accident, I gchatted L.S., who told me that his perpetual student boyfriend was the king of standardized testing.

So I called the Test King who assured me that I could sleepwalk a 500 out of each section if I went in today and, upon request, regaled me with the tale of how he got into a Columbia grad program by applying on the day of the deadline. He also recommended the Princeton Review books.

Day 2
Now that you know how easy it's gonna be, start off by doing all the practice problems on the ETS site. Stick with the official site as much as you can, because their examples are going to be closest to the actual test (much as Princeton Review tries, their practice sets are always simultaneously easier and harder somehow).

I familiarized myself with all the instructions on the ETS site. Tedious, but it ensures that there are no surprises on test day and that you know exactly what's going to happen.

I then went through all the test problems, breezing through verbal and feeling comfortable with the analytical sample questions.

Days 3 and 4
Unfortunately, the weekend started and my well-intentioned boyfriend bought me
,

which kept me up past 6 a.m. both nights. Schedule: shot.

For you, however, you can take this time to jump ahead and proceed with my Day 5.

Day 5
Back in the saddle!

I tackled the quant practice problems. I had no clue how to do any of them. I made my roommate/bff tutor me. She would make me try to solve it on my own, then repeatedly say, "What are you trying to do?" Even I had to laugh at myself.

Then she deserted me! Deserter!

So I texted Daycrawler, who gallantly let me call him so he could take over tutoring duties.

Then awesome boyfriend came by to feed me and rush me over to Barnes & Noble 15 minutes before closing so we could pick up:



The included DVD is pointless if you only have one week, just get:

, it's cheaper. (I would have but the pricier one was all they had in store.)

Thank goodness he insisted we get it - when I returned home my internet went down and I lost access to practice problems and the ETS site. I spent the next few hours reading the the first 100 pages (they go by quickly) and studying the first 75 vocab words. Only make flash cards for the words you don't know.

Day 6
Finish the verbal review and start the quant review. Use your flash cards during meals, at the gym and in the car (if you're not driving).

Start on the second set of 75 vocab words, again flash carding the unfamiliar terms.

Day 7
Last full day of study. Finish the quant review and the analytic writing review. Again, flash card during all free time. Swap out any flash cards you now know and keep old flash cards still unlearned. (I used different colored index cards to differentiate between the sets.) Start on third set of 75.

Set aside 3 hours and take the practice test offered by ETS. If you're like me, you'll be shocked at how well you do. Feel confident and go to dinner. Don't forget to bring your flash cards!

Test Day
Unfortunately, I stayed up forever looking up anything Twilight-related online and woke up too late to work on the fourth set of vocab. Don't do what I did. Work on that last set. Bring those cards with you in the car on the way to the test site. Have your boyfriend bring you lunch and some food for the 10-minute break after the analytical writing section. That worked well for me.

My Results
I placed in the 99th percentile for verbal and I haven't received my writing scores yet, but I did write copiously and finish before time was up.

As for my quant...I'll quote from my facebook message to Test King:

It's so low that I actually believe people will laugh when they see the disparity between the two scores. It makes the American economic situation look communist.


Good luck and don't panic - you can always take it again. (Unlike me, I had to take it before Dec. 15 as required by my prospective school.)

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I Sing Too

Working with the band Hepnova last year saved my sanity in the midst of getting blackmailed for a passing grade by my racist, sexist 83-year-old professor at CIIS.

I created a choir of me's for L.S.'s song "Distance."

Monday, December 15, 2008

Buy My Delight

They say happiness cannot be bought - but my delight sure can!

If you want to support this blogtress during her penury (the verbal portion of the GREs went well, at least), consider gifting me from my wishlist:
 




A great big thank you to long time readers and new fans!!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Brother Can You Spare A Hoax

My newly blacklisted source, Best Friend Forever Selena, has now instructed me that we were hoodwinked. The creepy thing is, several of the similarly April fooled readers who emailed the body modification e-zine were serious about wanting to explore genital modification and the like - many who are quite young.

Let this be my lesson on instant journalism. :P

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Brother, Can You Spare An...Arm

At the gym tonight there were a slew of Asian guys in the weight room (yeah, I lift) who were inked up pretty neatly. I frowned in concern over the word "Pain" tattooed in gorgeous script on one guy's left forearm, until I saw the "Joy" on his right. I smiled. Now there's a modern Taoist.

Then Selena stumbled me something a little beyond sexy ink on a yellow brother...

I usually don't post "gross" things, but this intrigued me so greatly I just had to share:


That's a tattoo artist who's wearing his twin brother's arm.

That is all.

*Update: this turned out to be an April Fool's joke by the body modification crew. Seems the goths and punks do have a sense of humor after all!

Monday, December 8, 2008

Mars Phoenix Twitters

Great. Now even flying robots twitter. It's got kind of a cute personality, discovering ice and the tweeting "w00t!!! Best day ever!!"

The lander isn't twittering anymore, but you can join its archives.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Best Resignation Letter Ever

Is here on the Swivet, one of the sudden rash of literary agent blogs that I've subscribed to in an effort to convince myself that I can actually figure out the key to getting published since my Harvard degree and its magical connections never appeared for me the way it did for, oh, say...Dustin Thomason.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

GRE in One Week: Will I Die?

I called my father last night to get my ass kicked because I love pain like that and when he heard that I was considering a neato journalism program back in beloved Gotham, he told me in his gentle New York way, "Now or never. You're not getting any younger," adding that all the aches and pains I feel these days are only going to get worse by the time I'm his age.

Me: But the deadline is in one month!
Dad: So what? Did you go to Harvard or not? Show me that Harvard brain!

So the GRE's. In one week. "Maybe it'll be easy," I promise myself, and stay up until 4 a.m. listening to Twilight on my iPod.

This morning I arise too early with the fear of Dad in my heart and jump right onto the ETS page. I take one look at the practice math problems and my eyes roll back into my head.

Then I realize that I was actually looking at "Helpful Facts About Algebra" and not the questions.

::square smile::

I'm going to go call my dad again for some more house of pain.

Monday, December 1, 2008

NaNoWriMo Results in Breakup

The newspaper of my life was ready to print with this headline, I tell you.

This year's NaNo was a nightmare. The kind of nightmare where you wake up and you can't open your eyes, so you stumble to the bathroom to splash water on your face and you realize you haven't actually woken up yet. And then you have sleep paralysis.

(That actually happened to me and I never wanted to sleep again.)

The marathon was plagued with setbacks to begin with and there was no way I was going to win this year, so I set 30K as my final word count.

Yesterday was poised for glory. I was in the 28,000's, churning away to make my mark in a blaze of letters and light, just in time to even make a surprise birthday dinner for my boyfriend's high school pal.

There I sat, furiously typing, two minutes away from hitting the cherished 30,000 word finish. I could taste it, I could feel it, I was on a high.

And then my idiot of a boyfriend (he said I could write this) stuck a club foot out and tripped me centimeters from the finish line.

Suddenly, all the pain of typing for hours straight and staring at the computer screen unblinking came crashing down and the demons that eat artist's dreams descended on me cackling, pecking at my eyeballs.

I fell down screaming, clutching my knotty shoulders.

This all actually happened.

After another hour and a half of crying and fighting, I stumbled in a bleary, hypoglycemic daze over the 30,000 mark. I was broken, defeated and underwhelmed. There was no glory, no huge feeling of giving birth. Just labor pains and an abortive anti-climax that left me bleeding from the ears.

We didn't make it to dinner.

And now, I'm back to work, hoping I can pay my rent this month and trying to forget this weekend ever happened.

By the way, my Thanksgiving ended pretty horribly, too. Here's to hoping November is the last month that my life resembles Apocalypse Now (Redux).