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February 22, 2005,

4:57 p.m.


Musings

I decided the other day that it would be so much more convenient if there was some kind of memo system for when couples break up. I think it was because a girl Becky and I know from Synth Lab, Lynn, came by and she mentioned something about falling in love at a concert and Becky went, "Oh, with Alan?" referring to Lynn's boyfriend, and Lynn goes, "No.....we...broke up." Just like how on the Orlando trip over Christmas I said something to the same effect to Amanda about Michael (I have to update that people page now), to find out they had broken up (found out last night Amanda is now seeing the freshman trombone Brendan). So much awkwardness could be avoided if people sent memos.

I know that wouldn't work. Both those examples involve people I count closer to acquaintances than friends ("band" or "trombone" being social designations other people can't quite understand). I guess people normally tell their close friends right away. We knew right away when Kim broke up with James, the guy she dated last year (though we - cough - had bets going on that one, so that news spread fast). But wouldn't it be useful? It would avoid a lot of awkwardness. And remove the need for prying.

Maybe an alternative would be if there were some non-offensive way to ask "Are you still with your significant other?".

Because of all the relationship talk last night (about this kind of stuff) I had a dream that involved Boezi saying that 1. band wasn't the same without B.J., which could have either meant his friend that plays tuba or the guy on our basketball team who's been injured until recently, and 2. that he has crushes on the girl trombones, including me.

In my humanities class, Age of the Scientific Revolution, we're getting out of the "here's what the philosophers who sat on their butts and tried to explain the universe thought" section and into the interesting (well, more interesting) section about "Popular Medicine and the Female Body", so for tomorrow we have read some selections about how in medieval times they thought women were the same as men, only deformed. It's so anti-women it's amazing. I guess I've always lived in California which is pretty unprejudiced, and then at Tech (where girls are so rare no one wants to tick any off so we're treated pretty well - except by the stalkers, of course, who think they're being nice but are actually creeping you out), I didn't get the true extent of the prejudiced. This stuff is annoying because the people (like Aristotle, etc.) try to use science to back up their prejudice, which I guess also has historical precedent.

One quote, from Galen, some Greek medical guy who dissected stuff, is that "the man is more perfect than the woman". Another is from Aristotle, is "The reason is that the female is as it were a deformed male; and the menstrual discharge is semen, though in an impure condition: i.e. it lacks one constituent, and one only, the principle of soul."

We've been working on our door for the decorating contest, which is tomorrow night - but no one else on our hall has a single decoration up. We don't want to win by default. Though we'd accept the prize no matter what ($100 gift certificate somewhere). Catherine and I were talking about it today, and wondering if no one else decorates, do we get 1st and 2nd place? Probably not.

Since I finished with my two tests Monday I haven't had any assignments to do. That won't last long, I'll get assigned a problem set and an essay tomorrow, but it's been nice not having big tests hanging over my head like I have for the past two weeks.

I think I'm going to take advantage of the free time to go decorate the door.

before / after

Have you read these??

Mail - June 24, 2006
Livejournal - September 04, 2006
A Recent Exchange - April 04, 2006
Boys Out the Wazoo - March 27, 2006
Not A Drop To Drink - March 22, 2006




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