Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover

You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you! Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter. You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you. You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover. Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives. Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours. No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

10 Signs your neighborhood is becoming a ghetto

10. The mounted police patrol your sidewalks.
9. They break up a large arms dealing gang at your bus stop.
8. You felt safer when the arms dealers were there.
7. The singing panhandler goes out of business.
6. A hierarchy of street thugs forms.

5. People shoot up on your front stoop.
4. You have witnessed a violent crime in your courtyard.
3. A loud scream or siren wakes you every night.
2. Spontaneous street parties form on your corner, but with mediocre cars, music, and woman.
1. The mayor chooses your neighborhood for a massive "revitalization."

So You Think You Can Dance - Dave

This is a smashing video of my friend's roommate in undergrad. Many of you from Wash U will remember him. Please do not try these moves, they are reserved for the highly skilled.

Employment Wanted

Honesty should count for something.

Views from Metro #72

Lately I have been making frequent commutes downtown to attend interviews. Below is a list of some of the unusual things I have seen:

A watch which verbalizes the time. You press a button, and your watch mechanically says, "nine forty-seven."

A man in a yellow felt beret reading the "Basic Spanish Dictionary."

Continuing with the yellow theme, a woman in a yellow sweat suit being complemented on her outfit by a woman in a gray sweat suit. Yellow must be this seasons new color.

And yellow again, a man who was kicked off the bus after refusing to pick up his banana peel from the bus floor.

A woman kicked of the bus after repeating a long drawn out, "Oh my f#@*ing God" at least a hundred times in a five minute span. She was chemically altered.

Three Survey

Three Names You Go By:
1. Levi
2. Rippy
3. Rips

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. Soviet Naval Belt
2. CK Boxer Briefs
3. Lucky Jeans

Three Things You Want in a Relationship:
1. humor
2. passion
3. trust

Three Things You Want Really Badly: (right now)
1. graduate school
2. land a great job
3. someone to love

Three pets you had/have:
1. Pete-black cat, yellow eyes
2. Meg-black lab
3. Velcro-Siberian Mountain Lion mix

Three things you did last night:
1. called my family
2. worked on my thesis
3. enjoyed a bowl of ice cream, shhh don't tell

Three things you ate today:
1. apple
2. salad
3. Chicken Sandwich

Three people you Last Talked To:
1. Meagan
2. Mom
3. Tinkerbell

Three Things You're doing tomorrow:
1. going to an interview
2. taking a shower
3. getting a haircut

Three things that make you happy:
1. snow
2. friends & family
3. music

Three Things You Despise:
1. indifference
2. selfishness
3. intolerance

Thesis Disclaimer

My life is quickly reaching a point of instability, the dynamism pushing the theoretical threshold. I am preparing to defend my thesis in June. Oh the pain. Entertaining job offers and trying to resolve my first career choice completes this divine comedy. No pressure here. Despite the overly dramatic epic I describe, this volatile stage in my life is equally exciting, scary, and uncertain. I am loving every moment of it. That being said, don't expect to see or hear from me in the next weeks. I must prepare for my academic hibernation.

Congress wants to privatize the net!

Stuck in the Mud

I just returned from the Navajo Nation in Arizona where I conducted my thesis research. Going on a nice lorry ride seemed like an integral component to my research. An afternoon spent with the remaining Anglos on the Reservation bumping along the wash, crashing through the river. The canyon walls radiated the warm southwest red and the air was spingly crisp. What I didn't plan on was getting wet. One would think you could keep your feet dry. Well so much for that. Dave our driver managed to bury the lorry to the frame and wedged the drop stair in the back into the mud. As the odd man out I got to lift it back up. Cold muddy hands--but wait there is more. In order to lift this heavy metal stair back up I step out into the river, placing my feet temptingly on a small spit of sand. I thrust the stair up and another woman latches it in place. The shifting weight throws my balance and dry feet firmly into the river. Wet shoes, wet socks, wet pants. Sometimes you just have to laugh at your predicament.

Real or Not Real?

Reality TV has finally reached a breaking point. For years we have sat idly by as plotless media was beamed at us. But now it has gone too far. The latest show, CBS's Deal or No Deal takes the cake. The show is simple. A contestant stands in the middle, surrounded by an audience. 26 sexy woman carrying shiny metal briefcases arrive. The contestant selects one; briefcase not woman. Each case is filled with an amount of money ranging from $0.01 to $2,000,000. The contestant selects 6 cases to eliminate. Each of the selected cases is opened, revealing an amount of money which is not in the contestant's case. After each round of case eliminations, "the banker" calls from his office and offers to buy the contestant's case, confronting him with the creative option of "Deal or No Deal." This continues until either the contestant sells out or the value of their case is revealed. The show has no substance and manages to eat up an hour of programming time with long pauses between case selections, banker offers, and dramatic lighting and sounds. The sexist nature with scantly clad woman encouraging you to pick them and their money is only slightly degrading. No skill, strategy, or intellect is required of the contestants. In essence it is slightly more exciting than watching a person scratch a lottery ticket. What will they come up with next?