Fluffy, adorable animals, right? Everybody loves them, and only a few people love them for their nutritional assets.
But oh my god, those that do eat them: Gross. Really, really gross. And mean. Really, really mean.
We were just watching Michael Moore's first documentary, Roger and Me, in economics, and there's this woman in it who sells rabbits for food and pets to try to make ends meet. And you know me, I'm all for people having enough money to feed their families, but I shudder at bashing a bunny's head in, tying it to a tree, and skinning it, all in front of a camera. Way to make me nauseated.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
On a national level
Today is Veterans Day.
I was debating whether or not I was going to acknowledge it, but I've decided that I should.
I am, though I was not always, a patriotic American.
My patriotism might not lead me to agree with the present administration, or with a lot of what some prominent individuals say, but I do love my country and what it was founded on.
I respect the sacrifice of every veteran and every soldier, even if I don't necessarily agree with the war they fought in. They fought, they died or they survived, all for their country.
My salutes to you, members of the armed forces.
Clark
Well, I had fun.
I also had no time to work on my Hebrew, but whatever. Could've gone to a Hebrew class, but then I probably wouldn't have gotten home until about now.
Clark's very nice, although the city of Worcester, which it's very firmly embedded in, is not so nice. The Provost isn't a very good speaker, but what he had to say was interesting. The astronomy class that I sat in on was a bit of a joke, as I knew everything they had to say about quasars, dark matter, and dark energy. Either that or Mr. A, Brett, and I all have very in-depth discussion.
But speaking of the astronomy class! There are four people from camp that attend Clark, and one friend from NFTY (North American Federation of Temple Youth). Of course, I was avidly trying to reach Jeremy, the NFTY-ite, the entire time, but he never picked up his phone.
In the astronomy class, I spent the whole time staring at the back of the head of this one guy who looked so familiar. After the class ended, he stood up, stretched, and turned around, and I immediately went "Aaron!" He looked up, and we went, "Woah, small world. Hi." He showed me to the building I was meeting my dad in and offered to answer any questions, as he's a tour guide.
Then I spoke to the Hillel director, and while talking to him, he pointed out the window and said, "Oh, there's Dan." Dan and I worked together on the Bonim (entering fourth and fifth grade) show, Peter Pan, this summer. I face-palmed a little, on the inside, and continued the conversation, as I couldn't just walk out. When I looked up again to go find him, he disappeared, and I was very sad. But then he was ten inches away, giving me a hug. Fantastic.
The Hillel director couldn't remember the name of the last Eisner-ite, though he thought she was Israeli. I, for the life of me, could not recall a single Israeli at Eisner who attends American Uni, so I was a little confused, but that's okay.
Later in the conversation, I saw someone very, very familiar walk by. Someone Eisner-y, and...Israeli. Only not. I thought she was Israeli at camp, and I was embarrassed by my assumptions there, so I blocked it. I called to her retreating back, "Yael!" She turned around slowly, and we both went, "Well. I'm confused. Hi. Random."
Good times.
Of course, Clark has more positive attributes than merely the presence of three Eisner-ites that I ran into, another Eisner-ite and a NFTY-ite. But I don't particularly feel like detailing them now, since I've already run longer than most of my other posts.
I also had no time to work on my Hebrew, but whatever. Could've gone to a Hebrew class, but then I probably wouldn't have gotten home until about now.
Clark's very nice, although the city of Worcester, which it's very firmly embedded in, is not so nice. The Provost isn't a very good speaker, but what he had to say was interesting. The astronomy class that I sat in on was a bit of a joke, as I knew everything they had to say about quasars, dark matter, and dark energy. Either that or Mr. A, Brett, and I all have very in-depth discussion.
But speaking of the astronomy class! There are four people from camp that attend Clark, and one friend from NFTY (North American Federation of Temple Youth). Of course, I was avidly trying to reach Jeremy, the NFTY-ite, the entire time, but he never picked up his phone.
In the astronomy class, I spent the whole time staring at the back of the head of this one guy who looked so familiar. After the class ended, he stood up, stretched, and turned around, and I immediately went "Aaron!" He looked up, and we went, "Woah, small world. Hi." He showed me to the building I was meeting my dad in and offered to answer any questions, as he's a tour guide.
Then I spoke to the Hillel director, and while talking to him, he pointed out the window and said, "Oh, there's Dan." Dan and I worked together on the Bonim (entering fourth and fifth grade) show, Peter Pan, this summer. I face-palmed a little, on the inside, and continued the conversation, as I couldn't just walk out. When I looked up again to go find him, he disappeared, and I was very sad. But then he was ten inches away, giving me a hug. Fantastic.
The Hillel director couldn't remember the name of the last Eisner-ite, though he thought she was Israeli. I, for the life of me, could not recall a single Israeli at Eisner who attends American Uni, so I was a little confused, but that's okay.
Later in the conversation, I saw someone very, very familiar walk by. Someone Eisner-y, and...Israeli. Only not. I thought she was Israeli at camp, and I was embarrassed by my assumptions there, so I blocked it. I called to her retreating back, "Yael!" She turned around slowly, and we both went, "Well. I'm confused. Hi. Random."
Good times.
Of course, Clark has more positive attributes than merely the presence of three Eisner-ites that I ran into, another Eisner-ite and a NFTY-ite. But I don't particularly feel like detailing them now, since I've already run longer than most of my other posts.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
College Search
Hampshire supplement is eating my brain. They want so much. Five out of their seven questions could be essay topics in and of themselves. Grah. Clark wants a little, too, but it's not due for a while, since I'm applying regular decision.
Speaking of Clark, I'm going to visit tomorrow for an open house, and I'm leaving at FOUR IN THE MORNING. Shoot me now. At least we're just making it a day, and not staying over and the like.
I'm bringing a little backpack of stuff, and the contents are as follows:
Speaking of Clark, I'm going to visit tomorrow for an open house, and I'm leaving at FOUR IN THE MORNING. Shoot me now. At least we're just making it a day, and not staying over and the like.
I'm bringing a little backpack of stuff, and the contents are as follows:
- One notebook, for note-taking purposes
- My folder on Clark and the like
- A whole mess of pens and highlighters, for above purposes
- My self-made Hebrew dictionary (a notebook in which I write down Hebrew words in an effort to teach myself the language)
- My real Hebrew dictionary (as in the printed kind - - the pages are yellow, in case you were wondering)
- My Hebrew workbook from the ten minutes I was enrolled in the Independent Study class Freshman year
- My itty-bitty book of Psalms, which is retaking it's position of being taken with me everywhere
- If I can find my Tanach, it's going to be added as well
Bubbles
One of my more vivid memories from first-year Ofarim (the unit entering sixth grade at Eisner) is blowing soap bubbles in the bathroom of the new Chadar (dining hall).
We would spend endless minutes after we were done with meals in the new bathroom, with its row of sinks and soap dispensers, along with loads of mirrors and lots of space. Dev and I had perfected the art of creating exactly the right consistency of lather for prime bubble-blowing, and we'd be able to create bubbles the size of our hands; the size of two hands, even. We learned our chemistry from observing the fact that a decently lathered hand, if using a slow, gentle approach, could poke at someone else's bubble without bursting it.
I was just taking a shower, and I completely zoned out and started trying to blow bubbles again. Either my soap was the wrong kind or I've lost the art.
We would spend endless minutes after we were done with meals in the new bathroom, with its row of sinks and soap dispensers, along with loads of mirrors and lots of space. Dev and I had perfected the art of creating exactly the right consistency of lather for prime bubble-blowing, and we'd be able to create bubbles the size of our hands; the size of two hands, even. We learned our chemistry from observing the fact that a decently lathered hand, if using a slow, gentle approach, could poke at someone else's bubble without bursting it.
I was just taking a shower, and I completely zoned out and started trying to blow bubbles again. Either my soap was the wrong kind or I've lost the art.
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