Friday, June 29, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Fans
One more post about the Red Sox and then I'll be quiet about them. For a little bit, at least.
Petco Park was packed with Red Sox fans all weekend. Everywhere you looked, the Fenway Faithful were in full force. When they started chanting "Let's go Red Sox!", I almost believed I was back in Boston.
On Sunday, I was seated a few rows behind a man with the Boston 'B' tattooed on his arm. The couple behind me was horrified. "Get a life, man," they said.
And that's when I knew I wasn't in Boston. Apparently, Padres fans - even the season ticket holders - have interests aside from baseball.
How about that.
Petco Park was packed with Red Sox fans all weekend. Everywhere you looked, the Fenway Faithful were in full force. When they started chanting "Let's go Red Sox!", I almost believed I was back in Boston.
On Sunday, I was seated a few rows behind a man with the Boston 'B' tattooed on his arm. The couple behind me was horrified. "Get a life, man," they said.
And that's when I knew I wasn't in Boston. Apparently, Padres fans - even the season ticket holders - have interests aside from baseball.
How about that.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Food
I heard somewhere that when it comes to food, humans are wired to eat whatever they see.
Or maybe that was just my own brain telling me to eat that slice of cheesecake that was laid out so conveniently at the Sox game tonight.
As many of you know, being a Summer Associate involves a good amount of eating. If someone were to ask me to describe my summer experience, I'd start by describing lunch. Then I'd talk about the firm's various social events, where food and drink are in great supply. And then, if I still had time, I might talk a little about the work that I do. (And, I do, in fact, work. I promise.) But eating is the dominant activity, and despite my better efforts, I have yielded to temptation more often than I'd like. Which is always. I don't order dessert at lunch, but when it's laid out for me, on a plate, with a fork next to it...game over.
I have struggled with body image my entire life. In fourth grade, I wished I were as thin as Lauren, the thinnest girl in my class. You'll note that I don't write that I've struggled with my weight, but my body image. That means that even when I was skinny, as I have been for most of my life, I didn't know it.
Then came college and bad food. I put on a lot of weight, but thanks to my Rah-rah-WOMEN!! experience at Brown, I tried to ignore it. Enlightened women, especially Brown women, were not supposed to be vulnerable to such silly pressures as the pressure to be thin. We were supposed to win everyone over with our intellect. Problem was, I didn't understand that the dining room was also a place to show off my smarts, because eating that third piece of cake is actually very dumb.
Now that I'm in the land of Fat, Sugar, and Other Carbs, I sometimes dread my social events because I know so much food will be on hand and I'll want to eat it. The last several times I have fallen prey to food-lust, [FN1] I've gone to the gym the next day and worked out especially hard. That's no good, either, because my joints and my tendons can't handle all my guilt.
And so I'm back to fourth grade, and wishing I were like Lauren.
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FN1. It's not hunger. I'm talking about when my stomach is full but still I want more.
Or maybe that was just my own brain telling me to eat that slice of cheesecake that was laid out so conveniently at the Sox game tonight.
As many of you know, being a Summer Associate involves a good amount of eating. If someone were to ask me to describe my summer experience, I'd start by describing lunch. Then I'd talk about the firm's various social events, where food and drink are in great supply. And then, if I still had time, I might talk a little about the work that I do. (And, I do, in fact, work. I promise.) But eating is the dominant activity, and despite my better efforts, I have yielded to temptation more often than I'd like. Which is always. I don't order dessert at lunch, but when it's laid out for me, on a plate, with a fork next to it...game over.
I have struggled with body image my entire life. In fourth grade, I wished I were as thin as Lauren, the thinnest girl in my class. You'll note that I don't write that I've struggled with my weight, but my body image. That means that even when I was skinny, as I have been for most of my life, I didn't know it.
Then came college and bad food. I put on a lot of weight, but thanks to my Rah-rah-WOMEN!! experience at Brown, I tried to ignore it. Enlightened women, especially Brown women, were not supposed to be vulnerable to such silly pressures as the pressure to be thin. We were supposed to win everyone over with our intellect. Problem was, I didn't understand that the dining room was also a place to show off my smarts, because eating that third piece of cake is actually very dumb.
Now that I'm in the land of Fat, Sugar, and Other Carbs, I sometimes dread my social events because I know so much food will be on hand and I'll want to eat it. The last several times I have fallen prey to food-lust, [FN1] I've gone to the gym the next day and worked out especially hard. That's no good, either, because my joints and my tendons can't handle all my guilt.
And so I'm back to fourth grade, and wishing I were like Lauren.
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FN1. It's not hunger. I'm talking about when my stomach is full but still I want more.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Shout-outs
...to Boababa because despite being Such a Mess, he's an exceptionally good sport.
...to MapGrrrl because I had lots of fun during her visit.
...to Sis because she sent me an article today about how I'm smarter than she is.
...to the Abstract Concept because he just got an AMAZING upgrade to his sound system. (Ask him, he'll tell you it's AMAZING.)
...and to Red Beard, because he's the last great hope of the Republic.
...to MapGrrrl because I had lots of fun during her visit.
...to Sis because she sent me an article today about how I'm smarter than she is.
...to the Abstract Concept because he just got an AMAZING upgrade to his sound system. (Ask him, he'll tell you it's AMAZING.)
...and to Red Beard, because he's the last great hope of the Republic.
The Red Sox are coming! The Red Sox are coming!
And I couldn't be more excited.
I'm sure my fellow summer associates will be thrilled when it is over so I can stop talking about it.
Unless it is FANTASTIC and I don't shut up about it for the rest of the summer. Now that's a sure way to an offer: annoying everyone.
I'm sure my fellow summer associates will be thrilled when it is over so I can stop talking about it.
Unless it is FANTASTIC and I don't shut up about it for the rest of the summer. Now that's a sure way to an offer: annoying everyone.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Smelly Abstract Concept
I think the Abstract Concept had a lot to do with my learning not to expect good manners from people. Like when he makes fun of me on my blog.
(Hello, Abstract Concept. I love you more!)
(Hello, Abstract Concept. I love you more!)
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Three to tango
MapGrrrl and Boababa came to visit! MG and Boababa are friends from college, and I hadn't seen either of them in a couple years. MG was my partner in residential-counseling crime, and Boababa helped me swindle unsuspecting undergrads into volunteering for Habitat. MG was in town for a conference, and Boababa drove down from LA. We did the regular, catchy-up things like talk, eat, and drink, but then we danced.
MG and Boababa are both avid dancers. MG's gotten into swing dancing with her fiance, and Boababa's gotten into tango because...he wants a fiancee? Anyway, they found a studio where the lessons were free, so the three of us went to tango.
The class was taught by an elderly Asian couple, small in stature but large in personality. The other students in the class were two young couples and a woman by herself. The couples amused me because they obviously weren't there on account of the boyfriends. The boyfriends were very good sports, and they tried valiantly to learn the steps, but I couldn't stop thinking to myself, "Huh. I'd never make the Captain take tango lessons with me." [FN1]
After the class ended, we went to the studio's weekly tango party, where we showed off the three steps we just had been taught. It was tons of fun. Boababa might have crowded my feet here and there, and my shoes might just have been a tad inappropriate (open-toed sandals). But there's something just so enjoyable about dressing up for a party and making a total fool of yourself.
[FN1] He's just too tall. We'd look ridiculous trying to tango. Picture it. See? You're laughing.
MG and Boababa are both avid dancers. MG's gotten into swing dancing with her fiance, and Boababa's gotten into tango because...he wants a fiancee? Anyway, they found a studio where the lessons were free, so the three of us went to tango.
The class was taught by an elderly Asian couple, small in stature but large in personality. The other students in the class were two young couples and a woman by herself. The couples amused me because they obviously weren't there on account of the boyfriends. The boyfriends were very good sports, and they tried valiantly to learn the steps, but I couldn't stop thinking to myself, "Huh. I'd never make the Captain take tango lessons with me." [FN1]
After the class ended, we went to the studio's weekly tango party, where we showed off the three steps we just had been taught. It was tons of fun. Boababa might have crowded my feet here and there, and my shoes might just have been a tad inappropriate (open-toed sandals). But there's something just so enjoyable about dressing up for a party and making a total fool of yourself.
[FN1] He's just too tall. We'd look ridiculous trying to tango. Picture it. See? You're laughing.
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