The Best Social Lubricant
Mar. 14th, 2007 12:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vollmusApparently humans use laughter as a way to communicate friendliness rather than appreciation of wit. According to an article in the New York Times, "it's not about getting the joke. It's about getting along." This makes sense to me. I laugh a lot; I like getting along with people. Sounds solid enough.
Serenades was last week, and I seem to have gained a new appreciation of hip hop. I'm not yet sure whether or not I'm happy about this change. At some point I'm going to have to decide, and it will alter the entire course of my life. In the meantime, I am pondering this question: How can people like hip-hop yet not feel the urge to dance along every time they hear their favorite songs in the genre?
The dative is the end of the genitive, and I love my Latin professor.
I'm always annoyed when people bemoan the supposed over-use of certain words. 'I love you' cannot be said too much. I don't care how little meaning other people attach to the phrase itself and the word 'love' in general; I do care about the meaning I and the person I'm speaking to attach to it. These pseudo-intellectuals need to learn the concept of audience. Once they do, they will never again sob to me about how no one knows what love means anymore, because I am certainly not a receptive audience.
So far I have received A's on both of my papers for Colonial Latin America, and both of my WWI papers earned me a B+. I couldn't be happier than receiving two A's on major papers in a 200-level course filled with mainly juniors and seniors (who are apparently all doing very poorly) than if I were doing just as well in my 100-level class. Forgive me, but I am kind of annoyed by the idea that the professor of the easier course grades harder than does the professor of the harder course.
This is distinctly not I Week. We aren't allowed by the Man (the Woman?) or by PHC to have an actual week-long Initiation event, so we're all a bit tongue-in-cheek when we call it "the week which has I in it." Initiation is Friday night, and if I recall correctly, all new members are invited to spend the night. I hope I recall this correctly, because I'm definitely looking forward to a massive slumber party in the basement.
Speaking of things I'm looking forward to—I actually get to go to dinner with Michael and co. tomorrow and not have to rush over to the house right after for some meeting, practice, or ritual. Granted, I do have to be there by 8:20, but that gives us at least two hours together after dinner, which is more than we've had in what seems like forever but has only been since Saturday.
Michael keeps me sane while simultaneously encouraging insanity. I can't recall a time when I've been this happy to be made fun of this much. I'm so glad I found someone with a similar sense of humor. I always thought wit would be the hardest part, but with him, it's the easiest.
It's been too long since I last posted something here.
Serenades was last week, and I seem to have gained a new appreciation of hip hop. I'm not yet sure whether or not I'm happy about this change. At some point I'm going to have to decide, and it will alter the entire course of my life. In the meantime, I am pondering this question: How can people like hip-hop yet not feel the urge to dance along every time they hear their favorite songs in the genre?
The dative is the end of the genitive, and I love my Latin professor.
I'm always annoyed when people bemoan the supposed over-use of certain words. 'I love you' cannot be said too much. I don't care how little meaning other people attach to the phrase itself and the word 'love' in general; I do care about the meaning I and the person I'm speaking to attach to it. These pseudo-intellectuals need to learn the concept of audience. Once they do, they will never again sob to me about how no one knows what love means anymore, because I am certainly not a receptive audience.
So far I have received A's on both of my papers for Colonial Latin America, and both of my WWI papers earned me a B+. I couldn't be happier than receiving two A's on major papers in a 200-level course filled with mainly juniors and seniors (who are apparently all doing very poorly) than if I were doing just as well in my 100-level class. Forgive me, but I am kind of annoyed by the idea that the professor of the easier course grades harder than does the professor of the harder course.
This is distinctly not I Week. We aren't allowed by the Man (the Woman?) or by PHC to have an actual week-long Initiation event, so we're all a bit tongue-in-cheek when we call it "the week which has I in it." Initiation is Friday night, and if I recall correctly, all new members are invited to spend the night. I hope I recall this correctly, because I'm definitely looking forward to a massive slumber party in the basement.
Speaking of things I'm looking forward to—I actually get to go to dinner with Michael and co. tomorrow and not have to rush over to the house right after for some meeting, practice, or ritual. Granted, I do have to be there by 8:20, but that gives us at least two hours together after dinner, which is more than we've had in what seems like forever but has only been since Saturday.
Michael keeps me sane while simultaneously encouraging insanity. I can't recall a time when I've been this happy to be made fun of this much. I'm so glad I found someone with a similar sense of humor. I always thought wit would be the hardest part, but with him, it's the easiest.
It's been too long since I last posted something here.
