Sprint took the state AG seriously enough when I had problems with them, but it really should be reported anyway and it can't hurt to let the MP's light a fire under 'em too.
Or maybe my first thought was "the horror!" but I forced myself to forget and tell myself that I was actually thinking of something related.
You know, not for kids.
It actually took a moment for me to realize that they were talking about a different Monster. I've definitely hit my afternoon slump, but in my defense, both are selling some fairly unimpressive tubes.
I know, I know, I've been reading this site too long.
He's one of my scientific patron saints. Wikipedia him, at least; he was a cool guy. He contributed greatly to the study of sensation and perception in psychology.
He also went a little bit weird and tried to detect the souls of plants through objective measure, but that just makes him even more colorful and awesome.
Geek: extremely knowledgeable, preferably in general, with no accompanying social impairment
Nerd: extremely knowledgeable in a specific field and possibly extremely grating as a result
Dork: deep into the same cultural woods as the other two but also socially inept and not necessarily knowledgeable
Dweeb: not sure, haven't run across a definition
The fact that all of the other audience members in the original photo were white, I'm guessing was unintentional. Likewise, I could see making them featureless as a decision to draw attention toward the focus only.
But after realizing, hey, they're all white, it did add another layer of meaning for me - or maybe I should say, questioning. Regardless of whether their treatment by the original photographer or the painter was affected by race issues, what meaning has that treatment stumbled onto?
Maybe I'm waxing a little too philisophical, but the answer I took away was influenced by that initial thought that it was probably only coincedence that gave us the white audience behind them. That despite all of the questions about whether the white majority would give Barack Obama fair consideration, despite all of the scrutiny and the talk of how the race issues made a difference (and how much it was appropriate to make a point of the race difference)...this is, in the end, still all about Michelle and Sasha in that moment. It's them we're supposed to be looking at and thinking about. Forget everyone else who's there; it is just a very archetypal image of mother and daughter, their momentary expressions, isolated from whatever meaning we give the event as a whole.
I'm not sure I'd call it hopeful either, but not bothersome either. More a wake-up call to look at the details, the personal factors, rather than getting bogged down in demographics or how one thinks "white people" or "black people" or "[whatever] people" think.
(And no, if anyone's wondering, I'm not an art snob. Just a research psychologist who does a ton of navel-gazing.)
That's my current goal and I'm doing a pretty good job of reining it back in. I got too lenient after being around my fratboy coworkers for so long. u.u
I've been on Lexapro for about a year and a half. I had absolutely no sex drive for a good couple years before starting it and being in love was OMG EPIC.
It took a while to get the sex drive back, but I've got one now. I've also fallen in love and my romantic feelings for one person I loved pre-Lexapro are still there. The romantic feelings in general are more on par with the intensity of feeling I have on a relaxed day. All of my feelings are. And I like it.
Just what I was about to say about Warren and Detroit. *snerk* Or at least, most of Detroit - there are some nice parts, I'll admit.
Troy is comparatively nice - by which I mean it's a neighborhood I'd like to live in, if I were going to choose someplace in Michigan. Weather's still awful, though, obviously.