Stuff nobody cares about

[mesmiranda]

Hai journal hai.


Last Monday the family and I went out for Family Day (the Ontario government: "YOU ARE REQUIRED BY LAW TO PARTICIPATE IN HEALTHY WHOLESOME BONDING ACTIVITIES WITH YOUR NUCLEAR UNIT") to a restaurant right across the street from our street: Milagro, a Mexican cantina. The server was very, very nommable indeed, but sitting across from your mother and your little brother puts a damper on that kind of thing. I had chicken-and-cheese enchiladas drenched in this very tasty and very brown bean sauce, with spicy refried rice and guacamole, and melted all the ice on the road on the walk home. Sangra with chopped fruit is more or less my favourite thing in the world now.

Then a flurry of tests and homework, and Saturday I went out to the Met Opera showing at the local theatre. I picked Iphigénie en Tauride because of Plácido Domingo, and he was awesome, but seriously, Susan Graham has the most gorgeous soprano ever. She can sing the phone book at me, I won't mind!

It was really brilliantly staged--all the warm red and brown colours of blood for the priestesses, who are both the heart of the piece and the sacrifices and the slayers, and bright silver and blue for the cold King Thoas, and the stage was split up in chunks to convey cramped prison cells and a claustrophobic sense of space.

(Also totally the gayest opera ever. My hand to God, two-thirds of the thing is Oreste and Pylade singing about how they're BFFs and they adore each other and they can never ever ever be separated and they'll die for each other. There's no love interest! Oreste and Pylade are 99% canon!)

I hung out with the girls in the evening (chicken wings with extra dipping sauce, and the 2009 Star Trek) and next day I watched the Oscars with my dad--our yearly ritual. Anne Hathaway, I think you're adorable and I am keeping my fingers tightly crossed for your career. James Franco, not so much. (Colin Firth, squee!)



I hope everybody in the landslide in Bolivia is doing okay; this and this hurt my heart to read.

This is brilliant, though, and so is this.



Time to finish up some homework now before the house blows over. I leave you with this, from here:

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[(Anonymous)]

I don't see it as jealousy so much as irotiatirn at people who (a) feel they are entitled to something (i.e. higher education) that is (b) heavily subsidized by the taxpayer, but (c) take no responsibility for the personal choices that led to being up to the eyeballs in student loans.Out of high school, I had the grades and the test scores to go pretty much anywhere, but I chose Podunk State, because (1) it cost relatively little, and (b) they gave me a nominal scholarship/stipend that covered my living expenses. This ordinary education has never been a liability for me, not when I applied to grad programs, and not when I went to law school. It's not the government's job to absorb our errors in judgment. That said, I do think the student loan situation has become untenable. It is effectively a form of debtors' prison, and I have some sympathy for those who made sound choices, but still find themselves on the wrong side of student debt. One thing I'll never understand is why Congress can't change the laws to allow student loan debt to be discharged in bankruptcy. (I've been reading your posts, btw. I've just been too stressed out at work and home to leave comments, etc).