Saturday, February 21, 2009

Birthday Present

My friend D.J. made this video for my birthday party. It's amazing. Check it out:

Cribs: College Life--Big P.T. & Magsta P

Monday, February 16, 2009

Break down

I am adamantly opposed to the facebook "25 things" lists, mostly because of the whole "tagging" of friends thing. So, instead of creating a list on facebook, I decided to use my personal blog as the spot to carry out such an ego-centric task. I feel better about myself knowing that I'm not "mentioning" anyone in my "note" so that they will be compelled to read about me & then pressured into making their own list; that I'm not taking anyone down with me in my efforts to be full of myself. Here goes:

1. I'm ridiculously clumsy. Most of my injuries are a result of this clumsiness (most likely due to the fact that I'm zoned out for most of my life & my mind is wandering other places). I have lots of bruises all of the time. The 2 major injuries of my life were the result of 1) a mishap on a teeter totter & 2) slamming my hand in the car door after I forgot my registration form for poms camp in kindergarten.
2. I’ve been to 8 countries so far: Scotland, Wales, Ireland, France, Germany, Czech Republic, England, & Dominican Republic. My favorite city was London; the best time I've had abroad was while in Prague.
3. If I made it to the Olympics, I would want to compete in speed skating. Or speed walking. I'm a really fast walker.
4. I have unproportionally small feet for my body.
5. My favorite smelly marker is the sky blue one.
6. While in London, I got in a heated argument with my bosses over the use of the letter “z.” I think it was probably the most passionate and most eloquent I've ever been in defending one of my opinions.
7. Growing up, I didn't have posters of NKOTB or Hammer. I had political campaign signs hanging on my walls that my mom, brother & I stole the night of an election after the polls closed.
8. My most embarrassing moment was in 4th grade. My (now) friend Jeff Smith knew that I had a crush on my (now) friend Ryan Lough. While we were standing in line to go to science class, Jeff drew attention to my new shorts (really big, past the knee, blue plaid flannel shorts with a drawstring) and elbowed Ryan Lough as he said to me, “Hey Maggie, I like your shorts.”
9. While growing up, I wanted to have braces, glasses and be pigeon-toed.
10. In 6th grade, after not going number 2 for over a month (which was normal occurrence, or non-occurrence, for me), my parents took me to the doctor to see what was wrong with me. He said that I was severely constipated and had a bowel movement the size of Atlanta in my colon.
11. I hate the words spore, polyp, moist and yeast; my favorite word is serendipity.
12. My personality type is INFJ. I have extreme social anxiety and love any chance to be someone other than me. I'm a pisces and there is a tie between a manatee & a panda bear for my spirit animal.
13. As a kid, I used to draw floor plans for fun, and in high school I loved doing punnet squares in high school bio.
14. I won one of those contests like the McDonald's monopoly game when I was a kid. It was for "Mars" candy bars and you had to collect candy wrappers so that you had all of the letters to spell "MARS." I got a cool poster with alien candies in outer space. It was then replaced with a political campaign poster.
15. I am currently in law school, but I plan on being a high school history or English teacher in an urban school district.
16. I love the smell of gasoline & rubber cement. I think my parents were worried I was going to be a drug addict. I also used to walk around the house acting like I was smoking a cigarette & had lots of social obligations weighing me down, like a classy lady in the 1940's.
17. I have a thing where I recite "The 12 Days of Christmas" in my head when I’m nervous/anxious. I usually start at "4 calling birds," and repeat that over and over, but sometimes I start from the beginning (12 drummers drumming) and repeat that rhythm up until 5 golden rings.
18. I almost drown twice as a kid. Three if you count the time I got stuck in the toilet. I think it had something to do with the fact that I am always in lala land. Or that I never learn my lesson.
19. I'm a Jesus lover.
20. Only my right armpit sweats, and usually when I'm really cold. I have a theory that it's a sort of reverse attempt at homeostasis. I'm always freezing, so that poor right arm works in doubletime to try to psyche my body into thinking it's hot.
21. The 3 things that make me laugh more than anything are farts, people falling and people getting hit unexpectedly. Needless to say, I'm a huge fan of "America's Funniest Home Videos."
22. My celebrity crushes are Andrew McCarthy; Ethan Embry; Beck; Johnny Carson; Colin Firth; Ira Glass; Wes Anderson; and Franklin Pierce, solely for his hair.
23. My brothers used to blame me every time food went missing. They nicknamed me “Chewy”/Chebacca because one time all of the chewy chips ahoys were gone. My mom also blamed me when her slim fast bars went missing.
24. I was a card-carrying member of the Libertarian party before I went to law school. Then I realized it made no sense & a libertarian society was unattainable. So, I became extremely liberal; perhaps even Socialist? That might be a stretch.
25. At one point in my life I had a Dogbert stuffed animal. I've never been so ashamed of any other action I've taken in my life than I am of the fact that I owned a Dilbert-affiliated accessory.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

2 Books I'm Going to Get

I'm really into these 2 books. I think I'm going to use my $25 gift certificate for to swing for these 2 pieces of literature:

NYTimes article

"I Saw You..."

"Important Artifacts"

Turns out, I want to read all of the books listed for both of these authors. Sound right up my alley!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Double Breakthrough!

Yesterday I posted about the major breakthrough that occurred on IECW, with the comment from Marian Salzman. Today, I have more great news. It seems that Ms. Salzman's cohort couldn't resist IECW either! Robert Pondiscio has now posted his own comment on our blog. Not only does he make a remark directed at our blog, but he also uses our blog to communicate electronically with Ms. Salzman! I thought my mind had reached the ceiling on blowings, but it turns out I was wrong. When I discovered Pondiscio's comment in the middle of class, I almost had to leave the room. I sent Pete, my fellow IECW contributor, an email where the sole text was "OMG OMG OMG!!!" I then ran out into the streets shouting, "WE DID IT!! WE'VE MADE IT!!"

To check it out, go here:

Double Boosh!

Monday, February 9, 2009


For those of you who follow my other blog project, Interpersonal Electronic Communications Weekly, I have some exciting news. A week ago we posted on the the quintessential electronic communications guide, The Ultimate On-Line Homework Helper by Robert Pondiscio and Marian Salzman, and to our total elation, Ms. Salzman posted a comment on our post! When I informed Pete (my collaborator on IECW), over text message, his response of "you've got to be shitting me" dripped of shock and disbelief. I couldn't believe it myself. I sat there and re-read the comment over and over, spending more time trying to understand what it all meant than I do pondering the meaning of life. To Pete and I, it meant that we hit the big time. Pressure's on to produce in the blogosphere. I'm still a little stunned, but I can honestly say that I have never been so flattered in my life.

To check it out, go here:


Friday, February 6, 2009


This is pretty rough (needs some editing & refining), but I wrote it early this morning and decided it had been a long time since I had actually done anything in this writing genre/serious stuff (about a year) and I should just get it out there so people don't think I'm strictly potty talk. Also, I hate the word potty. Words I hate: potty, polyp, moist, panties, yeast, cunt.

I went to dream last night and noticed that your scent had disappeared from my pillow. Or was it that I just don’t recognize it anymore? I dug my head deeper and deeper in search of you until I became suffocated by anxiety and my eyes were pressed so intensely against the pillow that the darkness turned into a tv blizzard and I was at once blinded by the extreme and illuminated whiteness that struck me and jolted me through the atmosphere as though I was a phoenix exploding. I squinted through the snowflakes and saw an outline of a figure vaguely familiar painted across the sky. The amber sun, barely visible as it quickly sunk into the horizon, cast a glow on the sky in the tint of your skin and the whispy clouds filled in your scalp, as only they could mimic the sloppiness of your draping hair grazing the hidden blueness of your eyes. I reached up as I caught your chilly breeze and the wind grabbed my hand as we dodged the streetcars but just as I was falling, I fell. You let go. All I wanted was to dive into the snow and tread the igloo mounds built up in a fortress that was blocking me from enveloping you. Let down the drawbridge so I can cross this icy moat. Come on; be with me. But as you stood in the threshold of the gate, you looked out as though I was a stranger to your heart and said, disbelieving, “Precipitation is for lovers.” I said, “I’ll be your umbrella.” You approached with trepidation, as though you wanted it but didn’t know how or why, never knowing that I didn’t hold the answer to those questions because I too was mystified by such quandaries and was never good at riddles. With one breath, I melt. With one look, I melt. With one word, I melt. But the chill of the day glossed over and left me in a crystallized form while you ice-skated on the surface of my emotions. “Why couldn’t I just be like one of the others?” I exclaimed to the other rebel bunnies as we stood against the brick wall, smoking icicle cigarettes on the playground, exhaling subzero steam and wondering whether it is worthwhile waiting as the numbness in my fingers began to tingle through my bones and made it’s way, intravenously, to my heart and I prayed for a fresh coat of snow to hastily fall and cover up all of the imperfections that formed as a result of my unruly passion as I defended my desire to live a life full of cuddly hug sound effects as though you and I were Eskimos in a pit of teddy bears and I realized why it is that the only way to get to you is to chisel a sculpture out of nature’s glass or dig my ice pick deeper and deeper into you until the hot spring bursts through the fissure and ruptures my expectations and I decide that you don’t want me to be blasted by the shock so I sheepishly hide away in the cliffs of solitude with my mittens dangling out of my pockets because everything seems so swollen and I can’t find a tissue.