...where i have nothing to say.
well, i have some things to say, like this:
"With the breadth of facilities that are capable of supplying the necessary elements for creating a biological weapon, it is particularly challenging to establish universal security standards that will apply to every facility. Between medical research facilities such as the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota, to university biology departments, to school supply companies, to agricultural research projects, the biological agents that are genetically replicated and alterable into a biological weapon are readily available. Furthermore, the amount and detail of research in bioweaponry provides relative facility for constructing biological agents from scratch with partial DNA sequences and bacterial samples. Addressing this point, it becomes extremely unambiguous that designing and implementing a single standard for security in varying facilities is a monumental feat to implement on a national level, if not an international level. "
but i don't know if you want to read my thesis proposal. (gee, use, commas, much, heather?)
so i'll say this instead:
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{nods solemnly}
it's one of those days...
'tis the season...fa la la la la la la la la
it's time for procrastinating!
i have people leaving comments from posts in februrary, in december, in october...
for those of us on the quarter system, it's FINALS WEEK! (aka, i'll do anything BUT work)
me? i'm worst off when i have teeny papers to write. for instance, i have this tiny 3-5 pager that i basically know precisely what to say in, and i have been writing it since 9 this morning with a few (okay, millions of) tiny respites here and there.
and i had to redo my whole ipod and itunes again because it SUCKS to have a pc without a firewire port, and itunes/ipod.
update: speaking of procrastinating by looking at other peoples' blogs, the quote of the night comes from a comment following the great election of 2004:
"i voted for kerry, and i can't stand W, but it's not like we missed having ghandi and got hitler instead. it's more like we got a chimp instead of a haunted tree."
it has been two months
and this is still one of my favorite blog posts ever.
for your very own, go here.
don't you hate it when...
...you start to sing one song in your head and then it suddenly morphs to another song, and you can't remember which song says what and how each song goes independently of the other?
e.g. "the scent takes me dreaming of wild mountain thyme all around the purple heather..."
cherz brang it up
how do i post a powerpoint presentation?
Update: okay, i'm eventually gonna post the suicide terrorism slideshow up on my yahoo briefcase. i'll letcha know when it's done! i tried emailing cherz, but it got bounced back... :-(
sssssizzlin'
tonight's the big suicide terrorism presentation. i put the powerpoint on green slides (i believe the template name is "Glass Layers" if you're exceptionally curious). most of the other group presentations have been around 40 slides apiece. but the professor kept calling our presentation the ultimate, the big bang, the grand finale, so after some major editing we clock in at 96 slides. so if you have questions about al-Qaeda, HAMAS, Hizballah, Chechen Separatists, or the Tamil Tigers, lemme know, and i'll hook you up.
and although the presentation isn't until this evening, i did have to work this morning so i did my hair, i'm wearing a suit, and yes, so help me, my brown knee high boots. makeup will be applied in a few hours. vodka will be applied liberally after the presentation.
because if i wind up cracking under the pressure, at least they'll say, "she looked lovely when she fell to bits!"
random congressional committee moment
in my strategic intelligence class we frequently discuss the House Permanent Select Committee on Intelligence (HPSCI) and the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence (SSCI). they're abbreviated because all things governmental are abbreviated. and to make things simpler, the abbreviations are bastardized into words.
the hipsy and the sissy.
we talk about people who have served on the hipsy and sat on the sissy way more than i'm comfortable bringing up.
are you serious?
so a job that is truly a means to an end should NOT make me stressed or interfere with my schoolwork.
and truly, the things i'm working on aren't actually crisis, all things considered. yes, they seem important here, but the fact that there are people fighting for their lives across an ocean - heck, even upstairs in this very hospital! - makes the fact that we don't have someone to speak at a meeting in 10 days seem very important.
