Tuesday, June 28th, 2005, 6:52 p.m.
Mom and I caught a cross-country flight and after a frustrating CalTrain ride, I arrived back at my alma mater for graduation weekend! It was fun. I got to bother all of my friends and old housemates as they struggled to say goodbye to long-time college buddies, manage familial realtions (ah, the joy), pack up ALL their belongings in the space of - oh, 10 hours, maybe, Christina and Emily?, GRADUATE, drink and dance their way through the Night Before party, go fountain-hopping in cap and gown, lament the lack of bars in PA that stay open past 2am (WON'T be the case in BA), and drink margaritas accompanied by sweet family speeches. All in all, a good time was had by all, and I was especially touched by how everyone welcomed me back as if I'd never left. I felt very included and proud to be back a part of my old group of friends. :) StanfordDrawgroupLove 4-ever.
In going through some old e-mail, I came by a few classics, so today, instead of a language spot, I include them in honor of both Stanford and friends: (don't forget to read the subjects ... and some of them only some people will get, so don't worry about it)
From: Tony Tulathimutte
Subject: Fwd: Revised final exam (aka: I hate life)
This Announcement was sent via the CourseWork system
to 'Full Class' of 'PHIL 160A: First-Order Logic':
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> We have adjusted problems 4 and 5 to make them solvable.
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MEEEEEEEIOOOOOOGGGGGGOOOOOHH!!!!!!!
-Tony
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To: Melanie Curtin
From: Mike Rothenberg
Subject: Re:
I looked for you last night on the quad. ;)
Mike
At 08:45 PM 6/3/2004 -0700, you wrote:
:). so does that mean you're better?
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To: stanforddrawgrouplove@lists.Stanford.EDU
From: Melanie Curtin
Subject: i am spiderwoman
that's right, i am spiderwoman; i scale walls.
let me repeat that part: i scale walls.
no really, i do.
i, in my ineffably talented way, was so distracted by wondering whether i had brought my LIP GLOSS with me tonite, (beth and i were going to go to a bar in PA) locked myself out of my room today. now, each row house has two people with the master key: the house manager, and the RA. what happens when the RA locks herself out, you say? she calls the house manager .... only to hear that he's in SANTA BARBARA for THE ENTIRE LONG WEEKEND. it is saturday night. interesting. so what do i decide is the WISE decision in this case? clearly, scale the wall of kairos to reach my balcony. scale the wall, you say? that's right: i rock-climb up the wall of kairos (about 20 ft?) - successfully - only to realize that I AM NOW STUCK ON MY BALCONY. unless the doors to my room (the balcony doors) are unlocked. ummmmm, and i'm pretty sure they're not (i realize this AS i'm heaving myself over the edge onto the balcony). unlocked that is. that is, i believe them to be locked (and yet i did this anyway?) which, of course, they are. locked, that is. very, very locked. beth's like "oh, just break the door down ... i mean you can file a fix-it for that." um. ok. just break the door down ... except i'm not jackie chan. plus i don't really know how i'd explain to housing that the METAL BAR locking the balcony doors got snapped ... or how the GLASS that comprises the doors of the balcony got broken. ok. right. so now i'm on my balcony and beth's on the porch. of course THIS is when i remember the emergency facilities number (5-1602 - the only useful ph number i remember from RA training), which we proceed to call. tra lala the housing people are like "she's stuck on the balcony? ok, you get priority. no problem, 10 minutes." an hour and a half later - let me just say that one more time - AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER, i'm quite chilly as i am BAREFOOT, outside, on my balcony, having played about 16,000 games of backgammon on my cell phone and listened to beth read me the scintillating parts of the NY times, when the facilities ppl finally arrive. they give me this pink slip which rather obscurely says (we think) that i owe housing between $25-$75 (probably more like $75) for this INANE situation.
I AM SUCH A TOOL.
then we go to the synergy party. the end.
mel
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Subject: Short notice..
Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2004 07:58:52 -0800
From: "David Casalnuovo"
To:
Hey hey.
I figured I'd offer this up, even though your RA-ly duties are probably keep you you busy. Not to mention that you've only been back for a week, and it's quite a distance to drive, but..
we're hitting the Rawhide, a New Wave/80's dance club in San Francisco, tomorrow night. Last time we went was November, on a whim, and had an absolute blast. You and Emily (I don't have her email addy.. argh) have the most open of invitations.
Looking ahead! Give a holler if you're not doing anything on the 24th. We've got tickets to a Black And White Ball that Gavin Newsom is throwing, and we're going all out - tux, limo, and all that. Let me know if you're interested!
-Dave
*Mel's note: It's a good thing we didn't take them up on the black & white ball invite, because it turns out they found out that it wasn't happening THE NIGHT OF. That's right, they were literally all dressed up with nowhere to go - and we could have been with them. Yay us for being lame, Em!
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From: "Kenda Bussing"
To: c_bussing@hotmail.com, ElizabethBussing@aol.com, feuerc001@hawaii.rr.com, mbcurtin@stanford.edu, ruthpet@digital.net, kenda_ab@hotmail.com
Subject: RE: New York
Hello all -
I just wanted to reply mummy's message real quick since I'm allegedly the graduate and all, I don't want you to think I'm ignoring the planning of activities. I got my "gold cord" in the mail last week (that you put on your cap for getting honors) and I totally had one of those, "Oh my gosh, I'm graduating!" moments, so that was eye opening. On April 16 my thesis is due and I have a dance performance on that night and the 18th, so after that week I should be much more clear-headed and able to think about such logistics as making reservations (if we do a big lunch) ...
O.k., that's all for now, hope everyone's doin' great!
-Kenny
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an exchange between me, Rachel, and Malia, after Malia's b-day: (for the sake of clarity, Rachel was studying for the GRE and Ilyssa was working as a kindergarten teacher)
At 01:09 PM 3/18/2004, Malia McInnes wrote:
Well, after I stumbled home from a night of St. Patty's day drank-in' with my co-workers, I was elated to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers from 3 beautiful friends.
Twas grand.
I brought them to work today and my desk never looked so good. Work it.
Love you, and thank you.
You all mean a lot to me.
Malia
At 1:27 PM -0800 3/18/04, Rachel Spitzer wrote:
Wait! You are supposed to go out drinking on St. Patrick's day? I thought the tradition was to go home to a sick roommate and torture yourself with vocab words.
Quick, Ilyssa, what does vituperate mean? What about occlude? Obviate? INVEIGLE?
I guess it must be a Hawaiian Irish tradition to drink. Mel, did you go get hammered?
BTW Malia, I am glad that you like the flowers. They probably look a lot nicer on your desk then the dead bamboo does on mine. I hope that the act as a constant reminder that there are hot women who which they could sleep with you more often. That and the 1800flowers is able to deliver when they say they will.
love,
Rachel
On Mar 18, 2004, at 1:44 PM, Melanie Curtin wrote:
i did! well, not hammered, exactly, but i definitely drank guinness, have "kiss me, i'm irish" tatooed in green on my arm, met a boy named - swear to god - jessup, from oklahoma, and jumped up and down to "hey ya!" until my feet hurt. :) GO IRISH!
and yay yay yay for malia bringing the flowers to work. :)
p.s. i have never heard of either vituperate, occlude, obviate, or inveigle ... actually i'm pretty sure one of those 4 words doesn't actually exist. rachel is just making them up. good luck with the GREs ladies!
At 01:55 PM 3/18/2004, Malia McInnes wrote:
Y'all are too funny. So Mel didn't get hammered, but sounds like she had a random-enough evening to make St. Patrick proud. Well done Mel.
I may look asian, but the Irish half of me was out in full force last night. Indeed, go Irish!
Rachel, sweetie, I think you're focusing too much on the vocab and not enough on the grammar. Let me quote you for fun.... "I hope that the act as a constant reminder that there are hot women who which they could sleep with you more often." Now the sentiment of this sentence is rather exciting..... provided I understood it correctly. Hmmmm.
Isn't INVEIGLE a character from Lord of the Rings?
Love,
Malia
At 1:27 PM -0800 3/18/04, Rachel Spitzer wrote:
Inveigle means to obtain through deception or flattery. Mind you, I don't know how to pronounce that word. Luckily, the GRE is a written test. And it doesn't test grammer. YooHoo!
By the way, I didn't make any of those words up. I might not understand any of them, but I am not working on neologisms (another GRE word). And if you ever want to see what fun a GRE study group can be, just ask Ilyssa for her rap about the word bombastic or about the why you want your prodigious penises to be intractable instead of implacable.
OH, but do send Ilyssa all of your well wishes. The poor girl is wandering around with a fever and stuffy ears. I think the children are secretly trying to kill her off. They are so virulent and irascible.
OK, writing this email made me feel more prepared for the GRE than any of the classes have so far.
love,
Rachel
