the beta

In rock climbing there is this thing we call beta. Essentially, beta is the answer to the problem. It is strange though... my beta may be far different than your beta but both betas are equally right. I am tall, you are short, you have long arms and I have short arms, I have long legs and you have a short torso. The way you climb something may look entirely different from the way that I climb something... but they both work equally well. My beta may help Joe Schmoe climb the wall and yours may make him fall on his ass. Beta. It is quite thought provoking.

Life is much like climbing. I have beta, you have beta, both seem to be working. We take the advice of our friends, but what if their life beta isn't going to work for me. How am I to know that their beta isn't going to make me fall on my ass. Because really, I am quite capable of making myself fall on my ass, I don't really need anyone else's help. If I am going to listen to you and what you have to say, it sure as hell better be right. Sadly, that is not the way it works.

Someone should write a beta book. The beta should be organized in such a way that each of us can fall under a certain type of person: tall, height and apex equal, weak ankles, long torso. I could then find myself in the book and follow that beta for my life. It would have to be general beta... things like... handle problems in this way; when you feel emotionally exhausted, spend some time alone, rather than spending more time with people; when life gets hard, keep pushing, you really are capable of doing it; be friends with this type of person rather than this type, it will make your life much easier.

No. It is necessary that I write my own beta, and every once in a while I will get lucky and your beta will work for me. I am going to have to start climbing again... it makes my reality more manageable. Its processes somehow educate me in life. You should give it a try.

Hello World!

Should I try this again? I must say... I have my doubts. I am sure you have your doubts as well. I think we should give it a try anyhow. Here we go.

Did you know that I go to Kent State University now. Well, I do. It is great! I must say... no OU but not to shabby. Apparently, OU and Kent are playing eachother in football this weekend, and it is a big deal... at least that is what Jim at Starbucks tells me. Both are undefeated in the MAC thus far... what fun it will be. I am not going.

Lyndsey Teter is a sweatshirt stealer. Mae... I haer that you had a date last night? Eh? Well? What do you have to say? I didn't have a date last night. I haven't had a date in quite some time and well, it is a bit sad if you ask me.

I lost my socks this morning. It is cold in Akron and having no socks is quite unpleasant. Molnar stole them. She tried to give me one of her's but she had been wearing it for three days. I would rather my feet be cold than stinky. I got some more socks though, so now I am okay.

Chris Cantoni was sitting in Starbucks this morning when I walked in at approx. 6:30. It was quite a shock. He looks the same. Did you know that it is colder in Akron than it is in Chicago. This disturbs me. With cold I want snow and although it has snowed, there is not snow. This does not make me happy. It is all white in West Virginia. I think that I must move.

Julie Mazzei and comparative politics is calling my name. Until next time. Good night and good luck.

here i am!

I forgot this was here. I did not forget you were there. I am still alive. My hair is growing back quickly. Right now, I have the stomach flu. It is much worse in the summer. Very hot.

There is so much to say, yet I have nothing to say. Talya has an interview at Starbucks today (my Starbucks). Soon, she may be like the rest of us. We do have a problem, you know that right, we are pretentious about coffee. Don't feel bad about being a pretentious coffee person. I have been told I am pretentious about coffee, beer, and music. I think that makes me purly pretentious. When you feel bad about yourself, just remember you are a better person than I.

A man walked up to me today and said, "Don't take this the wrong way. You remind me of college." He then walked away. It was very bizarre. People are so strange. Really, I don't know how to take it at all, wrong, or otherwise.

Did you know that Lyndsey lives on Possum Street in Bangs, Ohio? That is funny. There is a Ridges like building on the corner of her street, and it is scary. Seriously, Lyndsey, we got a good look at it on our way back to rt. 3, and I almost had a heart attack and peed myself at the same time. It made me want to cry like a little girl. I am going to have to get a better look at it in the daylight, but I don't think that that will be pleasant either. What is that place, anyhow?

laundry mishap

I am pissed. However, the disaster that caused the pissiness is of my own lack of thinking, so I suppose that it is okay. Do you have a favorite pair of jeans? I do. Really, I consider them my only pair of jeans (besides the nasty ones that I wear to work that is). I do in fact have two other pairs of "every day wearable jeans," but they have never been my friends, in fact I have probably not worn them more than once or twice. I was saddened the other day when I noticed that my favorite pair of jeans was wearing thin in several different locations and that the slightest of wrong movements could spell disaster. This got me to thinking about weather I was going to try to find a new pair of favorite jeans or if I would try to reenforce the weakening fabric and wear them still. Then came the laundry mishap. It is my habit to try to do laundry every Sunday, whether it "needs" to be done or not. However, I try no to be a waster, so if there is not enough dirty clothes to seperate by color, I throw them all in at once. (This had never been a problem before, but it now proves to be a terrible idea.) I think that it was those damn blue underwear, at least that is all that I can figure. Now, my favorite jeans are mostly unwearable.

I just ordered two new pairs of jeans. It is a bit of a rush because well, I need jeans. It would seem that I have gained a pound or two since last summer (which is when I got my two other pairs of jeans) because though they are wearable, they are a bit snug, and well, you know how I feel about things being snug. It is my great hope that I will find in one of my newly ordered pairs of jeans a new favorite pair. I will sit in mourning until they arrive, and then I will do my best to move on.

the news.

Sometimes I forget the blogging exists. My computer wouldn't turn on. It was the strangest thing, and then one day, it just worked. There is no apparent explanation. I think maybe it is Talya's fault. It worked when I left Akron. When I got to Athens, it wouldn't work. Oh well.

Those of you who are vegetarians or the good kind of meat meat eaters, or the ones that wear only sweatshop free clothing, or eat only organics... how do you do it? I wish that I was a better person. I don't know how. I am a lot of talk, but when it means doing something besides talking... yeah, well. I am really frustrated with myself in this regard.

Last week, the plant manager was on vacation. So, I worked as acting plant manager. He gets payed the big bucks. I thought that since I was doing exactly the job that he does every day, I too should make the big bucks for the week. The boss didn't agree with me on this point. I made the little bucks. It was hard work and I don't know that my brain and Alcon Tool like abilities could have taken much more stretch. I can see now why he makes the big bucks. It left me wondering why it is if I am capable of doing his job so well, that I am still making the little bucks.

I am going to Motor City tomorrow, which for some reason is leaving me more uneasy than I would be if I were making the same trip to say, Columbus. Detroit just seems scary to me. Yes, I am going to see Death Cab for Cutie and Franz Ferdinand. It really is quite exciting. Wish me luck.