Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Random

A child explains her favorite character:

Child: "She always wears blue, and she has brown hair, and her voice is really pretty and... and sound-y. Not too loud and not too little."

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A child uses her newly acquired English skills to tell me something important at the mall.

Child: Mommy, I forgot the Pope!
Me: What, honey?
Child: I still need the Pope!
Me: Could you say that one more time?
Child: I need Pope Ning!
Me: Who?.... Ohhhhhhh
(we rush back to the bathroom)

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ילדה: אמא, את רוצה לשמוע משהו על אלול?
אני: כן, בטח.
ילדה: אלול זה אומר, אני לדודי ו... ודודי לי.
אני: נכון מאוד! ומה זאת אומרת?
ילדה: אלול!
אני: לא, מה זאת אומרת ה"אני לדודי ודודי לי"
ילדה: שאני נותנת משהו לדודים שלי, וגם הם נותנים לי דברים.

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An adult who shall remain unnamed, after watching the first 30 minutes of a certain hit movie with me:

Adult: Well that movie certainly has a misleading title. That made me more miserable, not less!

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Also, my rendition of myself and significant other watching said movie:



Thursday, August 15, 2013

Post 156: In which a university foolishly agrees to take me on

Exciting news (for me): my request for a previously non-approved double major has been accepted! Apparently the committee that decides these things was more convinced by my explanation of why math and political science totally go together than I was.

So now I am officially majoring in math, political science, and international relations (they threw that last one in for free).

Just to make it perfectly clear - no, I didn't get my degree. Come on, I'm only 30. I got approved for a major, the degree will be (hopefully) in another three years or so.

And now to explain why I'm majoring (in part) in math, despite whining about it constantly whenever I'm in a math course:

So for one thing, I should explain that despite all of my whining about how hard it is and how I'm going to fail everything and how it's totally not fair that they expect me to prove things without telling me how first, my grades in math actually haven't been that bad so far. I'm averaging a 85, which isn't genius-level great, but is definitely above average (as measured based on the grade distribution in the specific classes I took, for the semester I took them).

(No, I'm not counting Java. Java is computer science, not math. Java is also a terrible course that can go do horribly perverse anatomically impossible things to itself. It DOES NOT COUNT.

Anyway.)

I'm not sure if the fact that I've received above-average scores so far says something good about me, or something really bad about Open U.



(But seriously, none of my grades have been in advanced-level courses, so far. Once I get into those courses, I have a feeling "top 50%" will be a major challenge. Heck, "top 90%" will probably be a challenge.)
(Also, the salting the coffee three times thing was totally reasonable. It was early (before eight!), I was very tired, and I couldn't even drink coffee to wake me up because some moron kept putting in salt instead of sugar.)

The second and more important reason is Ali's Theory of Decision-Making (and no, I'm not going to prove this theory. I have to save my "proving things" energy for math now, so everything I say for the next two semesters that isn't about math is going to be in the form of unsubstantiated declarations).

The theory is basically this: commit only to those things you find yourself unable to part with.

So for example, how do you know who to marry? Marry the person who makes the thought of not staying together for life scarier than the thought of committing for that long (hi Viggy!).

How do you know where to live? See which place you most want to come back to again and again (and can afford to live in. Which might be two totally different places. So bad example).

How do you know what to major in? Well, when you find yourself registering for math courses over and over despite the pain - you know what to do.

I realize that this theory would support, say, heroin addiction as a more reasonable choice than, say, exercise and a healthy diet. What can you do, no theory is perfect. 

Monday, August 12, 2013

Movie review: The Host

The Host is the latest movie based on a Stephanie Meyer book (the first 17 were Twilight films).

I should probably explain the book first:

In case there’s anyone out there who hasn’t read The Host (if one can imagine such a deprived, literature-starved soul), it’s about a future in which aliens have conquered humanity by slowly and steadily attaching one of themselves to each human and taking control of his or her brain. The aliens live in perfect peace and harmony with each other, but their presence in a body obliterates the mind of the human whose body they have taken.

So obviously there’s a complex moral dilemma there regarding the balance of obtaining utopia against the loss of free will, and there’s the drama of watching the last days of the catastrophic end of the human race, all of which is basically ignored for the sake of watching one girl try to choose between two guys. Except that in this case there’s a real twist – the one girl is actually two girls: both Wanderer, the alien who has been inserted into a human body, and Melanie, the human girl whose body it is, and whose mind has not been erased by the insertion because she’s special.

So there’s like a love triangle… quadrangle?... between Melanie, her boyfriend Jared, Wanderer, who loves Jared because Melanie does, but also likes Ian, and Ian, who suddenly decides he’s in love with Wanderer after trying to kill her earlier in the book, because something something.

In the end everyone gets what they wanted (“everyone” meaning the cute teen leads. Not the rest of humanity, which is still more or less screwed). This is a Stephanie Meyer story, after all, not Margaret Atwood.
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Obviously, it’s hard for a movie to do a story like that justice. But I have to say, the The Host movie was even better than I expected.

The movie was clearly influenced by the Twilight movies, in that all emotions are expressed through staring, and only through staring. I think the script for the whole film was probably three pages long.

But it’s not like staring and sporadic stilted dialog is all that happens – the human characters are, after all, fighting for their lives. So we also have the thrill of watching them do critical, life-and-death tasks like harvesting wheat and driving trucks.

It turns out real survival isn't very interesting.

Fortunately, this movie, while inspired by Twilight, improved on the Twilight films in two major ways:

1.      Instead of taking away perfectly good action scenes like the Twilight movies did (werewolves fighting vampires had so much potential), The Host adds in action scenes that never existed in the book. (It does this primarily by making the characters mouth-breathingly stupid enough to drive right in and out of their super-secret hideout in broad daylight, leading to a couple of car chase scenes. If you can call a scene with three minutes of stares and ten seconds of driving a car chase.)

2.      The Twilight series' actors struggled, to put it mildly, to portray the passionate emotions they were supposed to be feeling. 
In The Host, many characters have been hijacked by peaceable alien beings with no strong emotions – meaning the actors’ abilities are right in line with what the script demands from them.

But the movie had a few flaws, some minor and one major.

The minor: while the movie took care to help viewers keep Wanderer apart from Melanie by giving the latter a thick southern accent, no similar care was taken to help viewers tell the virtually identical, generically handsome male leads apart. Technically, the two of them weren’t played by the same actor, like Melanie/Wanderer was (or so the credits would have you believe) – but it still got confusing (wait - is that guy kissing her the one who tried to strangle her, or the one who wanted to shoot her? Because one of those two things is totally normal, but the other would just be weird).

The major: they skipped the best line in the book! (Note to Snan: I got this line a little wrong before).

How can you have a four-way alien/ human victim/ boyfriend/ other human love… thing… without the following line: “No. I – I love you too. Me, the little silver worm in the back of her head”?? (that’s a real line from the book, for the record).
Also missing (another real line): “I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.”

My overall rating:
If watched alone or with normal people: 2 out of 5 stars.
If watched with Snan and her cool friend Whitney: ALL OF THE STARS.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Book re-review: You Can Count!

Readers, I am a generally awesome and infallible person. But sometimes even I make mistakes.

Three months ago (four? six? How long ago was March?) I gave the book You Can Count, a book in which Barney and his friends walk around aimlessly and there are also numbers, a mere 2.5 out of 5 stars.

I need to go back to earlier tonight for this next part to make sense.

So earlier tonight I was innocently brushing my teeth, when suddenly I came under attack! By a vicious wild cockroach! Which admittedly didn't actually touch me, and was actually moving pretty slowly, but it clearly had evil intent.

So of course I reacted with my usual bravery and said (OK, squealed), "Snan, there's a cockroach!! Augghhhh, it's coming for me! KILL IT!" (Oh yeah, did I mention that my stistar Snan is here? Because she is.)

So then Snan was like, "So step on it," and I was like, "I can't step on it! They're so fast! And crunchy," and then she was like, "hahahaha," and I was like, "crap crap crap it's still coming!" and then I super fast RAN OUT AND ESCAPED and then GRABBED THE POISON and started spraying, at which point Snan started laughing harder, and then I was like, "Why is it not dying????" and she was like, "Try spraying it from inside the same room," so I did, because I'm just that daring, but then she was like, "That's still not close enough, get closer," and I did, and she was still like, "Closer, it's not going to jump on you from that distance," but I'm not so easy to fool and I knew that once she'd said it couldn't jump that far it would totally jump that far right away just to prove her wrong.

So then I said, "I don't need to spray it anymore, I sprayed it like four times," and then Snan got bored of laughing at me and picked up our copy of You Can Count and just squished it.

And then she told me to clean it up so that Mom won't find it tomorrow morning and get all grossed out, but I thought it would be better to just leave a note saying "WARNING: DEAD COCKROACH UNDER THIS BOOK."

Eventually we agreed to trade cockroach removal for a back rub.

Anyway, my point is, You Can Count totally deserved at least five out of five stars. I don't know why I didn't see it before. VERY valuable book.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Things D says

Things D has said to me in the last couple of days..

D: I don't want to go to sleep now. I'll go to sleep in another two days, OK?

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Me: D!! That was very dangerous! You know you can't cross the parking lot alone without asking me!
D (all wide-eyed innocence): But Mommy, I did ask!
Me: You have to ask me and I have to say yes!
D: Ohhh.

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Me: D, what are you doing out of bed?
D: NO!!!!