meisa's lagoon

don't you know you shouldn't bother talking to me?
after all, i am unreasonable, and it wouldn't be worth your time.

because your time is so precious, and your mind so full of vast knowledge that it would be a waste to speak to me.

you really have nothing to learn from me.
in fact, you have nothing to learn from anybody because you are just <b>that</b> smart.

it's a good thing we don't speak.
if we did, you might even start to become stupid from just a small amount of contact with me.
and i would never want to do that to you.

Posted by Meisa at 04:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

how ridiculous is it that i'm still excited about the awesome deal i got on my not-so-new REM 2-disc set? 2-discs, best of, for only $9.99!! it has been a month since i bought it, but even walking to work this morning i was pleased with myself, and i wasn't even listening to it. what's wrong with me? i've saved more money before on other things, and quite frankly, i would have paid the 20 bucks, but for some reason i'm incredibly smug about this purchase. maybe because i screwed the man. maybe because it was the last one there. maybe because it is an awesome cd set, and worth way more than 20 bucks. whatever the reason, i'm still excited. go me!

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cyndi lauper tickets seem to be, for the most part, sold out. i can get one for myself, but i was hoping to get two together and rope someone into going with me (<a href="http://lay-c.com/hi/">shokufeh</a>, where are you when i need you?). sadness. if anyone knows of available tickets, please let me know.

Posted by Meisa at 04:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

typically when i sit on the plane, i don't speak to people. i used to bring some sort of chemistry paper with me, until i got tired of people striking up a conversation telling me that they remembered doing that stuff. i always sit there and smile as they struggle through some sort of listing off of elements or what not that they remember from their high school chemistry class. i always find it very amusing, when i barely understand what i'm reading, let alone someone who hasn't had chemistry for 15 years.
but this time i had something else in my hand which caught the eye of a gentleman sitting next to me, <i>From Beirut to Jerusalem</i> by Thomas Friedman. Not my typical reading material, but something i thought i would try out upon recommendation from a friend. he asked me about the book which led to asking me about my life. i always used to have a set answer to "and what do you want to do when you are finished?" but with my life in utter turmoil right now, i have no idea what the response to that question is. and i find that i can't even make up some bullsh-t and lie to a stranger that i will never meet again. so i kind of ended up telling him a little about my confusion and he pulled out a pen and wrote on the back of a united airlines napkin the formula for life.
P - I = P
"you see, humans start out with huge potential, something everyone has. and then you have interference which cuts down on your potential. your potential minus the interference in your life gives your productivity. the smaller your I is, the farther you will get in life. you have to learn to be like water. when you stick your hand in a bucket of water, the water immediately molds around your hand. you have to learn to do that with your life. take what you have and mold yourself around it. all you need is desire to get anywhere in life. if you have desire, there is nothing stopping you from doing whatever you want."
wow. a far cry from "humph, i remember doing that stuff...carbon, chlorine, nitrogen..."
being a very superstitious person, i am constantly looking for signs. if this wasn't one, i don't know what is. i'm going to try to take his advice to heart, and hopefully it will take me as far as it has taken him.
thank you, mr. james etters.

Posted by Meisa at 09:22 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

how do we know when we're making the right choices? yesterday was the worst day of my life. or i thought so anyway, until i got to today. and all because of a choice i made. who knows if it will even be the right one? but i have to keep going, day by day, choice by choice, until it all falls into place. and maybe it never will, but i will at least know that i tried.

Posted by Meisa at 01:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

an orange cassette tape of mickey mouse disco blaring in my car.
despite my somewhat mature age, i still let loose dancing and singing to the tunes of "watch out for goofy", "macho duck", and "mousetrap", letting the memories of 20 years past flood back.
i don't know what i will do when the tape finally wears thin. i must find the cd. if anyone reading this happens upon this cd one day, please buy it. i will pay you five times whatever you paid. the legend must be kept alive.

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the sun rose early friday morning and meisa opened her eyes to the smell of something burning.
"andrea?" she called, "is something burning?"
no response. she quickly leapt out of bed and ran to the kitchen. andrea was calmly standing there in her pajamas.
"is something burning?" meisa asked again.
"oh, don't worry about it, that's just the leftover chocolate cake that spilled over from when you made the turds," she calmly replied as she continued to spread the very sticky dough into the springform pan for her cheesecake.
"i don't know why this dough is so sticky, but whatever. we'll see what happens," she said as she put the pan in the oven.
--12 minutes later--
andrea opened the oven door to check on the crust.
"oh my god, it's black!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
meisa came running and was shocked to see the pan encrusted with a dark brown mass that was bubbling and oozing upwards.
"what is going on? are you sure you put everything in? what does the recipe say?"
"hmmm, well, it looks like i did."
"did you add flour?"
"yeah, well, that's flour, right?"
"ummm, no. that's powdered sugar"

moral of the story: never trust an unlabelled white powder.

Posted by Meisa at 02:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

i was moved to blog about this, but i'm not sure if everyone will get it. i think i'll share anyway.
i saw a big truck today with the letters "REO" on it. talk about an REO Speedwagon!
get it?

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take the excess chocolate cake that runs over the sides of the pan and pretend it is turd. put it on your coworkers' desks and laugh.

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a thin layer of latex glove...all that stood between my hand and a pretty large amount of concentrated sulfuric acid that i managed to spray all over my fume hood (how you ask? i'm stupid).
i'm lovin' the latex.

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since i've returned from vacation, i've had trouble sleeping. either i haven't been able to fall asleep, wake up in the middle of the night for an hour or two, or wake up super early and not really want to go back to sleep. this is incredibly rare for me. usually i don't even have to think about sleeping, it can happen at any time. and quite often reading my book at nite puts me to sleep. but not these past four nites. i attribute it to one of two things, or maybe both...

1) i have flannel sheets on my bed. this is new and i don't really like it. because when you get hot, there is no cool part of the bed to move to, only toasty flannel sheet. plus i have no control over the heat in my room. so i'm having major temperature issues.

2) there is a ghost in my room. i've heard it lingering outside my door for a couple nites, and last nite i felt and heard it come inside. i was trying to figure out why there would be a ghost in my room, and whose ghost it would be. i think i've pinned it down...my grandmother (dad's mom). i finally decided it was her last nite because i just recently found this perfume that makes me think of her. so i think she was trying to communicate to me through that, and is now coming to me in person, or rather, in spirit. i think she knows that i've got a lot of confusing thoughts running through my head, and is coming to my room at nite to help me out. i haven't quite figured out what she is saying to me yet, but maybe if she sticks around long enough, i'll get it.

for now, i'll change the sheets and see what happens.

Posted by Meisa at 10:18 AM | Permalink

a conversation between me and max, my favorite post-doc:

max: well, sometimes i febreeze my dogs.
meisa: why? when? all over?
max: no, just their asses.
meisa: ?
max: well, you know, they have that spot on their asses, like a skunk, that emits a foul odor every once in awhile. so we febreeze them. and then everything seems to be okay.

hmmm...has anyone else heard of this? seems to me a foul smelling spot on the ass could be coming from poop. but he did seem fairly confident...

Posted by Meisa at 07:02 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

where is the romance in two giant marshmallows holding hands and walking through the snow? it's so cold, and each of you is so big that your hands barely reach one another past the fluffy layers of down. and you can't really feel each other's hands thanks to the mittens keeping you warm. hell, you can hardly even maintain a grip with such big mittens.
but the sky is that slightly pink it gets whenever it snows. and the flakes are falling down around you. and after he throws that snowball at your back, the fluffy snow cushions him as you throw him to the ground. and it doesn't matter that now your clothes are all wet with snow, because soon comes the warmth from inside and the hot tea that you'll share under a blanket.
i guess that's where the romance is.

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quite possibly the funniest <a href="http://cgibin.rcn.com/fillmore.dnai/cgi-bin/sviewer.pl?selectdate=12/24/03">sherman's lagoon</a> ever

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getting to the airport with minutes to spare before my flight and being upgraded to business class.
i didn't even know what to do with some of the buttons on my chair! i had a few sips of wine i didn't want, just because i could! i had my own flip out tv where i got to watch the map and how fast we were going!
i think i could get used to this!

Posted by Meisa at 09:36 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

what a great start to 2004...i spent the entire day in my pajamas. i haven't worn real clothes since last year! hah!
last nite i took it fairly easy, as i usually do for new year's eve and worked on my latest knitting project. i'm more of a scarfer just cause it's easy and straight. but i was inspired by <a href="http://lay-c.com/log/">lacey</a> and <a href="http://poise.cc/">cinnamon</a> to expand my knitting horizons and work on a hat without my grandmother being around to help. well, i finished it as the last moments of 2003 were waning away. comments from the critics:
"it's a little big, don't you think?"
"that's a hat for a giant. it could fit hagrid."
"it kinda looks like a steering wheel cover. a steering wheel cozy, if you will."
"you look like mushmouth from fat albert. obekaybe."
needless to say, i've moved back on to the scarf.

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