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Jul. 26th, 2009

Hi, Livejournal.

So, I graduated.


First, I graduated from college.


Now, I've graduated from LiveJournal. I'm still writing, though not as much about my day-to-day life as I once did back when I got this thing in my mid-teens. I'm still going to preserve it, since I did document a few important things in it, too--particularly my experiences during Hurricane Katrina.


Since I'm officially a grownup (kinda), I get to be my own "dot-com." If you're curious about my ramblings, visit my latest blogoventure.


www.Lint-Magnet.com



That's all. :)

Nov. 5th, 2008

May we begin the 21st cenutry now?

Goodbye, W.
Goodbye, Dick.
Goodbye, Karl.
Goodbye Condi.

Thanks for the memories.

Jun. 27th, 2008

Shameless Self-Promotion, part II

http://zitsfleish.blogspot.com/

Jun. 14th, 2008

I am writing this summer!

http://zitsfleish.blogspot.com/

Dec. 6th, 2007

Clearly, it is final exam season

Things I Have Done to Procrastinate Studying for My Shakespeare Final

1. Started studying Russian (I'm not taking a Russian class this semester).

2. Wandered through the linguistics section on the 5th floor of the library. (I found a book all about the F-word.)

3. Read the Miami New Times article about the Art Basel events I won't have time to attend.

4. Played guitar.

5. Researched the strange phenomenon of sneezing when exposed to direct sunlight. (It's called ACHOO Syndrome. I could not make that up if I tried).

6. Researched graduate school programs.

7. Prepared for the GRE.

8. Made coffee.

9. Called my mother.

10. Watched snippets of Death to Smoochy.

11. Wrote an Op-Ed article to the Miami Herald about the news media's absence at the CIW Protest last Friday.

12. Edited a book review that I'm getting published.

13. Wrote an angry letter (that I won't send) to a neighbor whose dog barks all day and all night.

14. Wrote in my LiveJournal.

Aug. 8th, 2007

Out of Town

I will be in Denver for an Amnesty International conference from this afternoon until late on Sunday, August 12th. If you need me (not that I can imagine you will), I will have my cell phone and access to e-mail: weston.leah AT gmail DOT com.

Aug. 3rd, 2007

A lively debate

Hi, everyone! I've dropped off the face of the LiveJournal world a bit, at least in terms of writing, but suffice it to say that my summer has been extremely eventful. It is amazing how far I have come in a year and how so many things are falling into place very suddenly. This summer was much needed for me.

I've been meeting interesting people throughout the summer, as I have been involved in a number of activist things in the community. Naturally, being amongst a crowd of people who thinks about these things provides nerds like myself with the perfect outlet to debate about my worldview. My friend Bruce and I got into a small debate about our generation. I, of course, am largely pessimistic about us as a whole while he conceives of our generation as more akin to the youth of the 1960s. Rather than try to poorly articulate our points, I am going to put our e-mail exchange under separate LJ cuts. If you have the time and the will, I would love to know what you think.

Bruce's E-mail )

My Response )

Jun. 2nd, 2007

I like to ride my bicycle...

I just got a brand new bike. Though I loved my single-speed Trek cruiser, it is not practical for the long commutes that living in Miami suburbs requires. Is there anyone in town who wants to ride? I'm thinking I would love to ride to Key Biscayne or to the beach, even the Everglades if it's not too disgusting outside.

May. 15th, 2007

Bernard Herman - 1985-2007

My friend and lifelong New Orleanian, Bernard, died on Saturday, May 12th, 2007. He took his own life almost exactly one year after his father did the same. Though I have no reliable source of confirmation for this, the Wikipedia article about him alleges that he did it at the 17th Street Canal levee in the Lakeview area of New Orleans.

I don't think words can really capture my sadness.

Apr. 14th, 2007

Reality Check #4504

Today, I got my first wedding invitation for someone in my high school graduating class. It made me a little bit nauseous.

Apr. 1st, 2007

Why I am an idiot.

Apparently I hit the wrong button when I was setting my alarm at some point, because my clock is an hour ahead. This would explain why I was surprised that it was "3 AM" when I went to sleep and equally surprised to find out that it is, in fact, 8:30 AM right now and not 9:30 AM. Now, of course, I'm up. Dammit.

Mar. 7th, 2007

School is eating my soul

I am buried alive in work.

Jan. 28th, 2007

R.I.P. Dr Ewing

One of my favorite, most unique professors died. I didn't really think about it until just now, when I was reading everyone's funny memories of him. Even though I only had him for a semester, I'm really sad I won't see his crazy wide blue eyes and big smile making crude remarks to students around the music school anymore.

During music theory last semester, when he was teaching us about the basics of proper voice leading, he would have us individually go up and complete a chord progression exerise on the board. When it was complete, we'd have a four-part harmony, which he would then ask us to sing. Once we botched it terribly, he would write disparaging lyrics to the chord progression on the board about the class' singing ability, such as, "This is-real-ly ve-ry love-ly, but our sing-ing real-ly sucks!" No one else could pull that off.

Jan. 18th, 2007

Red Tape at its Finest

Although I have quite a large pile of reading I must already attend to, I wanted to share something I find kind of amusing in an ironic way.

One of the joys of starting a new semester is the fun scramble of perfecting your schedule in the first week of classes. In an age where colleges boast about their cutting-edge technology, this process remains the lone dinosaur--at least at the University of Miami--where adding and dropping classes often involves an inefficient and chaotic scrambling of paperwork.

One such glorious piece of paper is the Add/Drop form, which is pretty self-explanatory. I was glancing at my own Add/Drop form when I noticed a box in the corner that says, "Reason for complete withdrawal." It's reasonable enough, I suppose, that one would have to fill out a form to officially withdraw from school. Such reasons include, "Never Attended Current Term," "Academic Difficulty," "Health," and "Financial Difficulty." So you can imagine my mixture of surprise and amusement when one of the reasons listed was "Deceased." Apparently, you need a piece of paper declaring that you've died to formally withdraw from the school? Has the world become that blindly procedural?

Jan. 11th, 2007

Thoughts on being "legal"

Hmm, so I guess I'm 21 now. I'm not really 21 until 2:22 PM, but who's keeping track?

Hooray!

Dec. 31st, 2006

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes...

Well, another year has passed and it has been tumultuous, to say the least. I've learned and grown a lot from my experiences and I think I am finally in a place where I can deal with the unfinished business I so hastily left behind in 2004. Instead of wasting this space on a bitter goodbye to 2006, I am going to write something positive. To all of my friends, estranged and close, I hope that 2007 is full of positivity and good things for all. I'm not sure what I want to do with my life, but I am looking forward to a lot of things. We'll see. Be safe and enjoy your vacations, whatever you may be doing.

Love,
Leah

Nov. 25th, 2006

Gym Dynamics: Thoughts from the Stairmaster

Being a somewhat avid gym-goer, and also being a tad bit (read: extremely) on the judgmental side (I'm sorry, it's just my nature), I've taken to making many observations while sweating out my toxins. On the surface, you might think that the University of Miami Wellness Center is the epicenter of typical Miami superficiality. But, O contraire, mon ami! Luckily for me and for my loyal readership, the Wellness Center is actually a great wealth of interesting, humorous, and tragic characters. The following is a list of character-types I've observed at the gym, in no particular order:

1. The Grunter - This type is one of the more odious characters that hovers around the gym. It is usually--no, almost always--a male. If he put as much effort into his schoolwork as he did into toning those abs and growing those biceps, the world would have another Albert Einstein on its hands. Priorities aside, the most obnoxious part of this character's presence is that he crosses to the designated "women's" side (by women, I do not mean to invoke sexist terminology, only to distinguish the sides by the amount of weight on the racks). He will then place himself in the most inconvenient spot, sprawled out in such a way that he blocks all pathways to the weight rack, and will then proceed to make the most carnal, bestial noises possible while he tries to work out five different muscle groups simultaneously. There you are, quietly and humbly lifting your five-pound dumbells when from the floor a disembodied, "UUUURRRGGGHHH!" erupts. Just when you think, "Oh, that must have been the last of his set," another animal noise, twice as loud as the first, emerges. Then another. You know it's bad when people start to look up from the insulated serenity of their iPod headphones. No matter how many disgruntled gym goers stare at this dude, he remains oblivious.

2. The Overly Competitive, Adjacent Alpha-Male - This dude plops himself right onto the piece of cardio equipment next to you and, without warming up, without stretching, and without shame puts it on the highest/fastest/hardest level that his physique will allow. If he sees that you are approaching the speed and intensity he has selected, he will be sure to one-up you before you can catch up with him. That's funny, you weren't aware that you were racing! Just allow this character to maintain his pride and ignore him. Or, for more fun and variety, try to push him to his limits.

3. The Really Fucking Stinky Guy - Okay, now I understand that part of the reason one exercises is because it is good to sweat out all the toxins from your body. That is not an excuse for parading around stinking to high heavens. But I'll make a compromise. If you're sweaty and smelly, I'll forgive you, but do me a favor: Don't leave your putrid ass stain on the weight bench and try to wipe your sweat from the cardio equipment before you go. You don't need to leave a "legacy" wherever you go, thanks.

4. The Hopelessly Uncoordinated Person - Because I find the treadmill dreadfully boring and get equally bored on other forms of cardio equipment, I try to attend various group exercise classes at the gym. Maybe it's because I'm a musician, and perhaps my experience leading a section in orchestra means that my sense of rhythm and beat is particularly acute, but it is quite literally painful to watch some people during step classes. Western music isn't complicated. Aerobics music is even less so. It's in four. So when you see those two or three people scattered around the classroom who appear to be stepping to some different (and evidently quite erratic) music, you don't know whether to wince or to laugh. The more tragically funny part? This character shows up every week and still can't get the foot to meet the floor with the beat.

5. The Are You Honestly Wearing That to the Gym? Type - This type manifests itself in several ways, but this is mainly a phenomenon we witness among females. The gym is not, I repeat IS NOT a fashion show. It is really not at all necessary to put on a full face of makeup to go work out nor is designer couture of any type particularly important for looking like an asshole on the eliptical machine. I also think there should be a mandate against shorts where your ass is hanging out, especially if other people are forced to stand behind you and especially if your shorts have some asinine message plastered onto the back. My philosophy is always this: when in doubt, more clothing is better!

6. The Just Because You Are Loving the Music You're Listening To, Doesn't Mean Everyone Else Is Type - I'm already kind of annoyed with iPods, but I'm willing to embrace their usefulness at the gym. That said, I want to emphasize that there is a reason that iPods come with headphones: just because you want to listen to something, doesn't mean that everyone else around you wants to. Singing really loudly while you're on some piece of gym equipment is not okay. Especially if your music sucks.

7. The Do You Actually Do Anything Else But Go To The Gym? Type - People tend to go to the gym at the same time on any given day, but have you ever noticed those people that tend to be there every time you go? I mean, we're not talking about within an hour or two of when you normally go, or on one or two other coincidental occasions. These people, I am quite convinced, live in the gym. This may be a grunter, the dude who works out the same two muscle groups (and thus has a disproportionately large top half) or, more tragically, may be the compulsive over-exerciser. Without pointing to any specific individuals, allow me to say that it is positively disturbing to watch the same gaunt girl walk into your step class already drenched in sweat, work out harder than everyone in the class, then stay for a subsequent class. Most of me wants so desperately to shake these people and say, "YOU NEED HELP!" but I have a feeling that it unfortunately comes across in weird, perplexed, disturbed, and uncontrollable stares.

8.The Clueless, I've-Never-Been-to-a-Gym-in-My-Life Type - The most obvious form of this type is usually a scrawny, but flabby male who looks a tiny bit bewildered and overwhelmed at all of the exercise equipment. He will tentatively get on the eliptical, get settled, but will look out of place for the entire duration of his workout. He will either not sweat at all because he is too fearful of the equipment or he will sweat from the tiniest amount of exertion since he's obviously never set foot in a gym, ever. The most hilarious scene to watch is when he fearfully lifts three- or five-pound dumbbells around lots of teeny girls lifting ten- and twelve-pound weights.


9. The 10-Minute Workout Type - While the effort should be applauded, this person probably got more of a workout by walking to the gym that he/she actually did at the gym. This person will get on a piece of cardio equipment or walk into a class, proceed at a reasonably vigorous pace, and quit 10 or 15 minutes later, declaring the workout over. It's always funny when you see them after your workout (after you've finished the class or worked out for an hour) in the dining hall, still wearing their gym gear, plate loaded with food. God bless America!

This is not to say, of course, that I look so fabulous at the gym (I don't). I just find people watching at such an absurd institution as the gym is (a subject for another time) an incredibly amusing activity. Anyone who has been to the Wellness Center--or any gym for that matter--can probably appreciate the quirky characters the gym offers to the people-watcher.

Nov. 22nd, 2006

Quick, Whimsical Poll of Little Worldly Significance

I would like to propose the following question to the LiveJournal world, keeping in mind that I hold no judgments against any respondents for their honest answers and am simply gathering information for my own personal edification:

Does anyone out there aside from me find it weird, bordering-on-inappropriate-in-some-inexplicable-way when people talk on the phone while they're on the toilet?

Nov. 7th, 2006

(no subject)

It seems like America has had enough. Finally citizens are angry enough--and it showing in the polls. Here's to a more tolerable (or politically deadlocked) two years of W's presidency until we can finally try to patch up the mess he's made of this country in 2008.

Oct. 2nd, 2006

Department of Homeland Security

As out of touch with most of the world I have been lately, it is my habit to check CNN periodically throughout the day. 

The--I believe--THIRD school shooting of the week is the latest breaking news.

Three cheers for our incredibly successful HOMELAND SECURITY.  This country is going down the tubes.

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