tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39076292012-01-25T16:22:06.076-05:00A personal blog filled with political rants, news of interest, personal ramblings, attempts at philosophical thought, and amusement.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.comBlogger6621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-33028954054816809492010-08-24T17:49:00.004-04:002010-08-24T21:03:33.998-04:00

Baxter Bertrand Steve McQueen Stangl passed away peacefully at home on August 24, 2010. While his cause of death is unknown, there was speculation a year or so ago that he had a slow-growing stomach cancer. I chose not to get the tests done, as it would not have changed my decision to enjoy every moment I had with him. Baxter came into my life just over 4 weeks ago. I have long maintained

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Part of me moving into a bigger place was planning ahead for getting another dog. I wanted a full Dane, and since the Marmaduke movie came out recently, I assumed that shelters would be full of 6 month old Dane puppies in about 4 months (which they may very well still be). I'd talked to Hank's foster mom, Katie, about that possibility as well as my desire to potentially foster, and she

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I don't actually fear for my life much. Nor does it usually "flash before my eyes." Today, it did. My friend Alison and I had decided to run out to the animal shelter to check out this Dane that they have (I'll tell that story when there's a conclusion to it). On our way back, we decided to swing by a Speedway gas station so I could cash in on my Speedy Rewards. As we pulled up to the

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Isn’t it interesting how one’s guidelines for a relationship change over time? I suppose that some people manage to find someone appropriate early on and don’t have to start working within the confines that age and position in life force one in to. In your late teens/early 20s, when the possibility that you might meet someone that you might spend the rest of your life with is fairly high, the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-63690034092313505802010-03-28T22:06:00.002-04:002010-03-28T22:34:06.168-04:00

I've found myself single again. Luckily, I think I've gained a pretty cool friend out of the deal-- but we weren't so compatible in the relationship category. I think I like this new "method" I'm trying. Give things a little time getting to know someone...and ending it when it needs to end instead of waiting too long... I think it'll work. We'll see...Anyway, I spent most of my weekend

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Oh so much to tell...and yet...so little. I figured it was beyond time for an update. I think frequently about updating, I just rarely manage to actually do it. In my defense, there are about 4 drafts sitting in my blogger account that I never posted. Why not? Eh. They seemed...unimportant, I suppose?Primarily, as usual, I've been working too hard. Plans for Pride are well underway. We

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-76984625836325012032010-01-02T00:24:00.005-05:002010-01-03T13:45:45.531-05:00

A lot has happened in 2009. I spent most of it in a relationship with someone I hoped was my other half. I went from being an underpaid, over-worked grad assistant to being a decently paid (yet still over-worked) full-timer. After many years of patiently waiting, I have a dog in my life again. And I ended it a single dog-mommy.Yes, a single dog-mommy.What can I say? Sometimes things don't

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I friggin love this.

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...that Sunday night shows are rarely a good idea? I'm clearly not in to work yet, sitting at home, nursing a hangover that is not equivalent to the amount of beer I drank. Damn you age 30... you are looming entirely too closely. Regardless, I needed the alt-country/rockabilly show I hit up last night. I needed to abandon Coordinator me, and just be Sarah Stangl for a little while. And maybe

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After much worrying, and lots of mental preparations for supporting hundreds of students that would not deal well with a loss on the city ordinance... we won. 62% to 38%. The city of Kalamazoo is now safe for LBGT people-- well, at least there's recourse if it isn't ($500 fine). I was kind of at a loss when I realized that if the ordinance didn't pass I'd have at least 150 students in need of

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I realized recently, when I got some quiet time and took an actual day off, that it doesn't matter how others fight the fight. The way I fight the fight is different and is still important and the way they fight the fight is different and still important. I'm done being angry about it and frustrated because nobody understands belief-forming systems or rhetoric or any of those things. All that

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This post is not what it started out as. Multiple edits, deletes, and finally just a realization that I had to wrap it up, was the only way this got done. I hope it's not too random or incoherent. As usual, you've been warned.I can't tell you when it started, because I don't know. If you want to know what "it" is, I'm not sure I can even explain that to you. Just a long line of pure bullshit

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I'm formulating a new post-- it will probably be long and angry, but allow me to give you a taste of my life lately.In a panel today a freshman asked, "Why don't you have someone on these panels that is anti-gay? Wouldn't that provide more perspective?" They also wrote this on their evaluation. *sigh*

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I think about blogging a lot more than I actually do... I should fix that.Hank is adjusting rather well, considering he was shuffled around who knows how many times. We've got a little separation anxiety, but it consists more of mournful howling/braying when I am gone. My neighbors thus far are understanding, and/or uncaring as most of them are gone during the day as well. One neighbor

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Hank Steve McQueen Stangl-Ward has arrived. He got a clean heartworm test on Thursday and has joined our family. Yep-- 2 dogs, 2 cats-- does it even need to be said that there are 2 women in this family too?Hank is a 3 1/2 year old Bloodhound. We wondered for a bit if he was mixed with something else, but have come to be pretty certain that he's full-blooded. It helped as he got healthier and

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Well, I am now back among the ranks of those with internet access at home. One would think this would be exciting, but already I'm feeling a tad bored with the internet. I also got cable, since the digital signal conversion really means that you'll never be able to get more than one or two channels via antenna ever again. Having cable has been a bit depressing, however, as what little faith I

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-56402836222876902922009-07-17T13:52:00.003-04:002009-07-17T14:02:37.702-04:00

It only took me a couple of days to realize that the pace at which I was used to working was not sustainable for 40 hours a week. Apparently my mom was right-- full-time is really just like part-time only slower... Of course not just "slower," as much as I can actually do things better and more completely now that I actually have the time to focus on them. I'm not sure how I feel about this whole

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Well. It's July. And that means I am now the full-time Coordinator. Hells yes. This means that I: a) actually get paid for what I do, b) actually have time to do what I need to do, and c) don't have to be a damn grad student anymore. It's quite exciting.What I have found rather difficult (already) is the lack of things to do. I suppose it's not the lack of "things to do" in general, but I existed

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THE WHITE HOUSEOffice of the Press Secretary___________________________________________________________For Immediate Release June 1, 2009LESBIAN, GAY, BISEXUAL, AND TRANSGENDER PRIDE MONTH, 2009- - - - - - -BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICAA PROCLAMATIONForty years ago, patrons and supporters of the Stonewall Inn in New York City resisted police harassment that had become all too

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As concerned as Megan gets from time to time about me hating Traverse City and resenting her for moving up here next year, I've grown rather fond of the Northern woods & lakes that surround the city. While we've taken advantage of the trails and woods before, this weekend has been full o' nature!I managed to take Saturday off so I could actually get a weekend off for once. I needed it, especially

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-65822575344385357782009-05-16T14:40:00.002-04:002009-05-16T14:59:02.080-04:00

So I've been without internet at home for a few weeks now. Partially because AT&T is annoying me and I almost don't want to pay them anything ever, and partially because I don't have all that much money at the moment, thus am limited in what I can actually pay them. Regardless, I've been without internet...and I almost don't miss it. I have internet at work. I have internet on my phone (

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I haven't updated in awhile, and honestly? There's not much to report. Megan and I are in newly engaged bliss and trying to scrape up the money to put a deposit on a venue for our wedding. The semester ended, which means that I wrote lots of papers on crap I didn't care about and did presentations on crap I care even less about. I'm clearly enamored with this graduate program...or not.Anyway...I

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When Megan and I started talking about the possibility of an engagement, she asked me what I wanted. I honestly had no idea. I hadn't considered it. I knew what I thought was pretty. I just had no idea what I would think was pretty on my hand. HA! So, I started spending my weekends looking on ebay, thinking eventually I'd find something I liked, or at least get a good idea. I wasn't sure really,

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Early last Fall you would have found me looking for cheap wedding dresses for a Halloween costume because that was the most terrifying and absurd costume I could imagine for myself. My, how the perfect woman changes everything...After talking about it for months, and having rings in my possession for months...After plotting with her best friend as to how it would all take place...After fussing

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-28000948711489883502009-04-11T00:52:00.003-04:002009-04-11T00:53:26.787-04:00

I asked.She said yes.She's wearing her ring.Mine will be done by the end of the week. :-)Weekend of zombie film consumption in celebration of engagement and Zombie Jesus begins now...

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Just a quick one... but I'm on Facebook, looking at the pictures all my Iowa friends are posting of the rallies and celebrations back home and I'm tearing up like a baby. Of course, I cry when any state legalizes it and images are released of individuals who have been together for decades and are just now able to have their union made legal. But it's a little different when it's home. And

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-21405069196041064532009-04-03T19:22:00.003-04:002009-04-03T19:43:01.780-04:00

Today, Iowa's Supreme Court handed down a unanimous decision that it was unconstitutional to limit marriage to a man and a woman. Yep. I can now get gay married* in Iowa. Holy crap.Of course I have lots of thoughts. I've been trying to put them together in some coherent way, but I can't make any promises. I'm rather giddy about the decision so I'm kind of all over the place.First and

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...or the fairly unwicked and dedicated.Things have been insanely busy again. Imagine that? Between a few events on campus, umpteen thousand panel presentations, planning for Pride fundraisers and the event itself, and classes...I've been pretty busy. We brought Erin with her "Fagbug" to campus yesterday. Ended up planning that event in exactly one week. Got the final go ahead to bring her

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We all know that I'm a dog person. Unfortunately, my lifestyle hasn't exactly been conducive to having dogs, so I've settled for my Maine Coons. However, this hasn't meant that I haven't long been aching for some canine love. Probably reason #3,724 that Megan has been so perfect for me is that she, too, is a dog person. She has bonded fairly well with my cats (as much as one can bond with the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-10524538445608525082009-02-13T21:33:00.002-05:002009-02-13T21:44:14.376-05:00

I've consumed quite a few zombie flicks in the last month, and figured that I should at least share. It might make all this movie watching worth it. I didn't want to do a full review of anything, but I've listed them, linked them, and added my comments. You can't say I didn't warn you...Return of the Living Dead (1985)A series of zombie movies that capitalized on Romero's success that never once,

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-90207889132033778522009-02-11T21:16:00.002-05:002009-02-11T21:46:06.592-05:00

I have long held that quote from Voltaire as something very foundational to my very being. It has created difficult moments for me, because just as strongly as I hold the belief that free speech is important and necessary, I also believe very strongly that most people are not capable of sorting through the bullshit. While I acknowledge that the truth lies somewhere in between two extremes, I

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-10520597071953149172009-01-23T20:42:00.003-05:002009-01-23T21:15:51.711-05:00

Through my job I do a number of trainings and educational programs focusing on the development of leadership & activism skills, as well as basic social justice concepts. As far as I can tell, everyone pretty much uses the same activities to convey essentially the same message: You are oppressed. Other people are oppressed too. Every semester I end up gaining more and more resources through

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-60704272626849062152009-01-19T15:36:00.002-05:002009-01-19T18:21:17.062-05:00

Well, the Bunny is fixed...errr ummm...her alternator issue is fixed. And the running like crap? The timing belt apparently jumped. The fact that it jumped is a bit alarming, but apparently it does happen in rare cases. I also suppose it's never a good sign when your mechanic asks you how you keep it on the road because the front end suspension is so squirrelly... *sigh* I asked if it was

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Well, after spending almost 2 weeks without internet and more time on the phone more with AT&T than my girlfriend, I've got internet (and cable!). I was ready to get things caught up and recover from being at least an entire week behind. Surely I could get myself all caught up in a few days, right? After pushing myself to get a training program done for this weekend, the super cold weather

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-57636119172236200452009-01-10T14:09:00.003-05:002009-01-15T15:21:09.608-05:00

Warning: Completely random post... and possibly a little terrifying...I'm pretty sure we are nearing 3 feet of snow...maybe we've passed that. All I know is that it's been snowing in Kalamazoo for the last couple days the way it snows in friggin Traverse City. We're 3 hours south. It really shouldn't be snowing like this. But whatever... I'm supposed to be finishing up my move today (no it didn't

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After months of waiting for my completely remodeled two-bedroom apartment to be done...and after months of grumbling about how small my current apartment is...I'm moving. But, not into something beautiful and remodeled and new. No no. That never happened. And it's not going to. After staffing issues, injured maintenance guys, and aging furnaces, the whole remodel plan went away. But

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-4934738350763592132008-12-19T12:47:00.004-05:002008-12-19T12:50:49.392-05:00

A prof from WMU's philo department is achieving international notoriety again. I'm not complaining. It just means that people know where I'm talking about when I say I've got an M.A. in Philosophy from Western Michigan University. Too bad I didn't take a class with him...or perhaps that's how I got out of the program halfway sane...

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As much as we all love a nice and white and snowy Christmas, it's really not conducive to my holiday travel plans. The snow is falling again today, and heavier than it has yet this winter. Megan is slowly making her way down from Traverse City, and I'm questioning whether or not I can get my car out of the parking lot. (Oh good, as I type the parking lot is being plowed...) The plan has been

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-45966057817225160732008-12-18T23:12:00.000-05:002008-12-18T23:13:18.819-05:00

Why does THIS exist?

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Just so everyone knows, if they don't already, I finished the philosophy M.A. and officially graduated on Saturday, but I'm already in the Educational Leadership: Higher Education Student Affairs program on my way to yet another M.A. This one is merely for employment purposes and to maintain my ability to remain in my position as the Coordinator of LBGT Student Services (since it's still a GA

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Well, I have completed my paper-writing for the semester. All that is left is mandatory attendance in class tonight and tomorrow night. HOORAY! Writing papers for Student Affairs classes is a very different experience than writing philosophy papers. While I tried, I couldn't really "think through" the papers for weeks ahead of time, writing them in my head before I actually began typing, as

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-32292750459774668632008-12-03T13:25:00.000-05:002008-12-03T13:26:10.900-05:00

See more Jack Black videos at Funny or Die

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...I have enough Bowie on my computer to write a 22 page paper and skip the Greatest Hits album bullshit...

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I turned 29 on November 27th. It happened to be one of those lucky years that my birthday actually fell on Thanksgiving Day. Really, I thought the joy of turkey and stuffing and pumpkin pie for my birthday would be enough. But after some friends insisted I come up with another plan, I began to start planning another option. Really it was half-ass planning, as I wasn't really in the mood to do

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So yesterday, on my way home from work, in normal Friday afternoon traffic, some wench rear-ended me. I didn't expect to see a lot of damage when I got out of the car, as my back bumper has been nudged before and it is absolutely made to take nudges. But no... it was pretty well slaughtered.I managed to calm myself, and was glad that I was super exhausted anyway, because otherwise I may have been

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It's the little things like this that make me want to move back...Iowa City Named World's Third City of Literature

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If anyone happens to be wondering what to get me for my birthday orChristmas, it really isn't all that difficult. Or maybe it is...Sorry...can't sleep...so I'm doing a little window shopping...

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WARNING: I wrote this blog post in the airport after an intense 3-day Social Justice conference. I debated on posting it, but I do that too often, so I'm just posting it. Try not to read too much into it. I was processing.Maybe it was the postmodernists that started us acting as if things that exist socially and culturally didn’t actually exist. We don’t want the categories to exist, so we

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I know that you all know by now that if I haven't posted in awhile, I've probably been insanely busy. I always have stories to share, it's just a matter of finding time to sit down and post them.The last month has been an emotional rollercoaster and a half. Work has been a little insane. Lots of things got stuck on the backburner as I prepared for the conference. Unfortunately, I haven't really

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Created by Mingle2.com (Dating for non-zombies)

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A social justice conference to develop the leadership & activist abilities of college students? With over 30 student participants? And a nationally known keynote speaker kicking things off? And 2 national organizations presenting workshops? And 4 local organizations providing interest sessions? And an unveiling of a training program? Yeah...I did that. What...the...fuck?Who knew I was

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See more funny videos at Funny or Die

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I didn't really share pics or anything with all of you from the Indigo Girls concert yet. What can I say? I've been busy. Busy with what, you might ask? Well, being the Awesomepants that I am, I've been working on putting together the final pieces for a big gay leadership/activism conference on my campus. Yeah. That's right. I put together a friggin' conference. I know, I can't even believe it

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...I'll be sitting second row center at the State Theater in Kalamazoo seeing the Indigo Girls in about 4 hours. Expect pictures. And texts. And maybe even a phone call.

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After my "vacation" in August kept getting cut shorter and shorter, I decided to wait and fly up to see my grandparents in Minnesota in late September; rather than taking a full 24 hours of travel time to drive up and back during the 4-5 days I managed to scavenge. So, classes started, beginning-of-year stuff happened in a whirlwind, and the moment I thought I would get a chance to catch my

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I have 3 saved posts that I either didn't finish or wasn't happy with, so for now, I'm letting them go. Of course I also realized that I haven't posted in awhile, so I figure at the very least, it's time for an update.My newt, Eddie, died as expected. I was a bit more sad than I thought I would be, but I suppose it made sense since I've had her for almost 8 years. Other than the pets I grew up

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My newt is dying. In fact, I thought she was dead, since she hadn't moved in awhile and when I dumped more water in her tank she didn't move at all. She hasn't looked well for awhile, and hasn't been eating much, but she's about 8 years old. I cried a little and tried to decide how I was going to dispose of her body. A paper towel seemed the first obvious necessity, but when I went to pick

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I'm not sure "bored" is the right word...I will admit that I'm not exactly sure what to do with myself. I'm working hard during the day, and home by 5. Which isn't all that unusual. However, I don't have anything absolutely dire to do during my evenings. No papers for an incomplete hanging over my head. No books that I really should be reading to enhance my philosophical background that will

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After a fantastic trip back to Iowa, I'm back in Michigan. And, well, as much as I loved my trip (and my home state), it's good to be back. I hit the ground running, returning on Friday only to do a training on Saturday and another on Sunday. Hoo-ray. I suppose I can't really complain. Although I'd really prefer to be perpetually on vacation, considering that I have to work, I'm fairly fond

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-51939434724421858352008-08-21T11:30:00.002-04:002008-08-21T11:47:12.879-04:00

After busting my butt trying to get my last philosophy paper done, and before the fall rush starts with trainings and presentations for incoming freshman, I found a few days to head back home for vacation. Originally, I'd planned to go visit my grandparents in Minnesota, but my homesickness and missing my momma won out. I'll go see my grandparents some weekend this Fall. I needed to be back

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-201488290431569252008-08-16T01:17:00.001-04:002008-08-16T01:18:11.974-04:00

You've gotta be f*ckin' kidding me...Bigfoot?Seriously?That's the best news you could come up with iGoogle? Perhaps I should blame CNN...

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While I nab a moment to catch my breath and do something non-philosophical for a few minutes, I thought I'd share the happenings of my Very Lezzie Weekend. I'm not sure it could have been more lesbianic if I spent it in bed. I will give a bit of a disclaimer, however, because you know I like to do that. While I may exploit the hell out of stereotypes from time to time, I do not, in any way,

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There's an episode of 30 Rock where someone mentions to Liz that being a single woman, she'll choke to death on something and not be found for days. Liz blows them off and then, that night, chokes on a chicken nugget or something. She manages to give herself the heimlich with the back of a chair and survives, but it scares her and she goes on a hunt for a man.This episode amused me, and I got

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Alexander Solzhenitsyn, author of one of my favorite books, A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, died. I'd say I was bummed out, but I was a little surprised to find out that he was still alive (well, until today). I'm terrible like that. I suppose I just assume that any one that is awesome has already passed. If you haven't read A Day In the Life... I would recommend doing so. It's a

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I won't start off by apologizing for not blogging more often. I do that enough already, and honestly, I'm not sure I'm sorry. I think of things to blog about all the time, but discard them either because they aren't that funny or interesting five minutes after I think of them, or I have no desire to be "that" kind of blog. (I fully admit that I'm not actually sure what kind of blog this is...

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I have a terrible habit of over-booking myself. Really, it's a result of the ridiculous schedule the my job occasionally requires along with my insistence on actually having a life. This weekend is a prime example. Right now it's 2:30 a.m. on Saturday. I just got home. I have to be on campus in two hours. Hence why I'm blogging and not sleeping. Why, you may ask? (Or perhaps "Hey crazy woman!

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I just got home from a punk rock show held in someone's basement...The story begins last weekend, when my friend Tiffany and I were laying around watching the first season of Flight of the Conchords, debating about whether or not we wanted to go out. After about two hours of discussing whether or not we wanted to go out, and if we did, where we would go, we pried our asses off my couch and headed

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The Rabbit is back in commission and running better than ever. Thank you to Spring Valley Motors and the VW Guru Kirk and his crew for their fantastic work! (And all for cheaper than expected!!!) A replaced o-ring, a new clutch, and the right adjustments, and that little girl is purring like a little German kitten. I forgot how much I loved her. I forgot how much I loved the feel of my hands

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Why is it that every time I start a random post, I go through this whole process in my head? Allow me to relay the internal monologue that appears to be more of a dialogue:You really shouldn't do a random post. You always do random posts.But I don't have enough of any one thing to say that would be adequate for a whole post.Of course you do. You end up with these ridiculously long random posts

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-44312326106763474072008-07-06T11:52:00.004-04:002008-07-06T12:19:36.532-04:00

Baxter Bertrand Steve McQueen Stangl would like to announce the arrival of his new little sister, Simone Diotima Steve McQueen Stangl. She is an 8 week old Maine Coon, obtained from a very nice breeder north of Grand Rapids. She's got huge paws, a huge personality, and the cutest little face you've ever seen. Baxter isn't quite sure what to think of Simone yet, but we're working on it. Eventually

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-2998630755773751212008-07-05T02:00:00.002-04:002008-07-05T02:34:41.907-04:00

I'd say Happy Fourth of July, but it's a bit late.As I've stated in the past, the Fourth of July is the most American holiday of them all. After all, it is an entire holiday devoted to eating meat, drinking beer, and blowing shit up. You wouldn't see the French coming up with a holiday like that!So, I began my day with hopes of accomplishing all three. So, how did that go?EAT MEAT: I found myself

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978173882683916521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-1236604229387519132008-07-03T03:01:00.002-04:002008-07-03T03:04:45.373-04:00

I've become a big fan of iGoogle. It gives me a "How To" of the Day, some of which are helpful, some of which are amusing.Today's was AMAZING:How To Find Your SoulmateSeriously? Seriously? Who the hell WRITES this crap?

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Around 6:30 tonight, after the power blinked out two or three times in the midst of the wind and rain and hail of the storm moving across Michigan, the power went out. I got to leave work early after I realized it wasn't coming back on, but then had to run across the parking lot through 5 inch deep puddles getting soaked by rain and pelted by hail. Kevin has been up visiting for a couple days,

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So I've been hearing about this Twitter here and there. As in, someone will blog about it from time to time, or someone mentions it on MyFace, or I overhear someone talking about it about a coffee shop or something. But it sounds horrible. And, well, I'm a little horrified by the way that technology has encouraged us to be egocentric enough to think anyone really wants to know this much about

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George Carlin died. :-( It was inevitable, but I was sort of looking forward to him reaching 100 years of age, getting crabbier by the moment. I got an opportunity to see George Carlin at the State Theatre in Kalamazoo about a year ago. A friend had tickets, and upon being unable to coerce any chicks to go with him, he asked me. George wasn't looking so hot then. In fact, he kind of

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My friend Maggie has named a common "mood" of mine, "Stangry". It's not when I'm actually angry, but more when I'm irrationally irritated, or at least pretending to be pissy because I think that's how I should be responding to something. "Stanger" occurs mostly in public when certain people say things that they know will piss me off and I give them that reaction that I've gotten so good at. (

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My homeland is under water...and more is coming. And there's nothing I can do about it.At this point, even if I decided to go home and help, I-80 is closed and the detour takes me all the way up by Minnesota, or all the way down by Missouri. I kept hoping it'd be over soon. That the rivers would crest, no more levees would break, the dams would hold, and it would all be okay. But no, they are

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Iowa City is flooding.The apartment building I lived in my last year of undergrad is now lakefront property.My library friends got to go sandbag on work time.It makes me sad. If Pride wasn't on Saturday, I'd be back filling sandbags.

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Max Brooks, the author of World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War and The Zombie Survival Guide, was here in Kalamazoo doing a reading and signing on Wednesday. I didn't get to go (much to my dismay of course) because I had to work until 7 and he was done by then. BUT! Have no fear... My friend Tiffany, who happens to work at the library where he was giving his talk, presented me with a

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If I have just one night with not enough sleep...Or one day with too much stress...Or one night with too much beer...My body weakens to the point that it succumbs to the allergies that it has gotten better at fighting.I feel like crap. And it's not just a hangover anymore.

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I've had an odd obsession with uber-masculinity for awhile. You've heard me go on and on about Steve McQueen. (If you haven't, you haven't talked to me enough.) Of course the list doesn't end there-- Henry Rollins, Glen Danzig, Chris Chelios-- all of the above having something about them that is somehow uber-masculine and/or traditionally masculine in a way that makes me ridiculously giddy. My

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...only I don't want human children.For the last couple years I've been itching to get another dog. I mean, it's been four years. I am most definitely a dog person. We all know that the only reason I have a cat is because he's a Maine Coon, and therefore half dog. It seems that a lot of my friends have dogs these days, and every time I get down on the floor and play tug-o-war or feel those

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I hadn't really planned to take today off. I had, however, insisted that I would not be in the office. I figured I'd get all sorts of work done from home or a coffee shop. I did get a little done, but only the absolute necessities. It's been amazing...I suppose the awesomeness started last night when Maggie had my car so I couldn't go anywhere even if I wanted to. Tiff stopped by with a pile

Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-83416134425024571672008-05-10T12:32:00.004-04:002008-05-10T13:05:57.302-04:00

Most people are smart and put up these little notices that they don't really have time to blog and nothing is really happening at the moment anyway, so they will be on a hiatus until they have something to blog about.Not me. And admit it, you've grown a little fond of my super-random posts. :-)An interesting thing is happening lately. I'm exhausted and pretty much out of gas, but I haven't had

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BBC News Headline:Great Tits Cope Well With WarmingHmmm...I can't pick one comment for this headline, so I'll just list some possible responses:What about the not-so-great ones?YES they are!Perhaps there really ARE advantages to global warming...Any other suggestions?

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Today I drove to a little college over by Saginaw, MI to do a training. I had a long time on the road by myself. When I drive long distances by myself, I always make sure I have a pen and paper handy, because, well, I'm a big geek-- and any trip over 2 hours is usually filled with the thought "I should blog about that". Generally none of them actually make it to the blog, or if they do, I

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I'm done...with everything that was due Friday. Now I just have to finish a paper from a class I took an incomplete in last summer, and work on my final grant report for work. Regardless, my final paper for the semester of torture that was otherwise known as a "Descartes Seminar" is done, as well as my Practical Ethics paper. No incompletes this semester.Even though I have several other things to

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Nancy Pelosi and Newt Gingrich on a couch together.

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If procrastinating was an Olympic event, I'd have gold medals.Although I have various productive ways of procrastinating, I think blogging might be my favorite. It's the last week of the semester and I have two papers to get done for my current classes, plus an additional paper I need to get done to correct an incomplete I took last summer. I'm actually doing pretty well at the moment. I've got

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I have recently been working my way through your short-lived television series, Twin Peaks. I have always had a modest respect for you, but have always been unable to determine if you are truly brilliant, or completely insane. After all, I have yet to make it through Eraserhead even though I have tried at least twice. Although I have a sense of fondness for Lost Highway, if you asked me what it

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Well, it's done.Looks like I'm going to have to go back home before July 1 if I want to sit in the Deadwood and chainsmoke for an afternoon...

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So last night I went to a "T" party. If you don't know what a "T" party is, well then you are just missing out. When an FTM* gets their first testosterone shot, it is customary to have some sort of a celebratory shin-dig (before the effects of the hormones make one rather insane for a few months). It's a big deal when you find a doctor to give you that shot of hormones that your body has either

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Yesterday I threw a temper tantrum about the State of Iowa passing a ban on smoking. I have thought about it more and came to some (perhaps unsettling) conclusions. I admit that it is unreasonable to expect employees (wait-staff, bartenders, etc.) to endanger their lives in order to do their job. I admit that being around that much second-hand smoke (smokers or not) is definitely endangering

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Reason #82 why I probably won't end up moving back to Iowa any time soon.Seriously? A state-wide smoking ban? With no exemption for bars? Can you DO that? There goes my Tobacco Bowl...and my Deadwood...I hope everyone is smart enough to build those fancy schmancy patios like they have in the Twin Cities with heaters and windblocks...At what point do we make our own choices? Restaurants and

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Human Giant - Bozard and the BBQ Boys on FunnyOrDie.com

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I figured I should post today. But then when I opened blogger, I realized I don't really have much to say...not that THAT has ever stopped me...nor is it now.It appears that spring has arrived. The crocuses are blooming (not to be confused with Krokus which, I hope, is still dead and will never record an album again). The trees are budding. It's delightfully warm and sunny. Although I had

Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907629.post-22714356254270260792008-04-02T22:57:00.002-04:002008-04-02T23:03:53.963-04:00

So I decided that it was a good idea for me to fill up the top of my Netflix queue with Twin Peaks Season 1 & 2. When it was on, I was too young to really understand what the hell was going on, much less appreciate it. But I have long acknowledged its brilliance from my limited experience with it. But I hate to call anything "brilliant" without actually fully experiencing it. You may already

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The Pink Scare on FunnyOrDie.com

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