tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56784122011-04-21T15:38:44.589-04:00In her song "There's Got to be More to Life" Stacie Orrico captures the essence of life with which our generation is struggling--there's got to be more. No longer satisified with living for the ephemeral highs and lows that come and go, this web-log is for all those who dare to follow the life of a college student, and see if in the process they can discern something more admist the mundane.Amirnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1124257594730294802005-08-17T01:40:00.000-04:002005-08-17T01:46:34.736-04:00

I couldn't keep you wonderful people waiting too long. If you want a glimpse at where my life story will be continued, head on over! There's not much up yet, and I won't start posting semi-frequently until the last week of August. Nevertheless, acquaint yourself with the new place, find a cozy spot, and call your dibs on it. I hope everyone's trying to enjoy their last few weeks of summer!

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August 13th marks the two-year birthday of this blog. I was completely oblivious about this until I surfed over to Sarah's blog a few weeks ago where she made mention of her blogger birthday, which made me wonder how this blog might be dated, too. Since we constantly soak in Time, moments like these of looking back can be a bit shocking: it's been that long?! Yes, time flies.But time doesn't only

Amirnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1123176516087073762005-08-04T13:15:00.000-04:002005-08-04T13:34:09.523-04:00

August isn't a great month for me. Since my emancipation from school in late May I've been counting down the days till I have to go back in just the opposite a prisoner counts down the days until he's released. August is the month I move back to NY and August is the month I start another semester of classes. UCK. For those of you who've been following this blog for a while, I think you know that

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1122535401984057312005-07-28T02:43:00.000-04:002005-07-28T03:33:24.410-04:00

My brush with Hollywood in Minnesota has officially come to an end. A Prairie Home Companion is about to wrap shooting any day now, and my "role" in the movie is over. I got called back four times, and I got on set three times. After my disastrously disappointing first day, I had my doubts about returning. But with nothing better to do this summer and no good excuses, I couldn't turn down the

Amirnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1122354095226813802005-07-26T00:34:00.000-04:002005-07-26T01:07:24.606-04:00

If you ever had the queasy sensation that some artists receive more radio airplay than others and wondered if there was some corporate connection between the big-record-label artists and what you hear on the radio, well, then you were probably on to something. Sony BMG, which promotes artists signed to Arista, Columbia, and Jive among other labels, has just been fined $10 million for bribing

Amirnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1122270745532569272005-07-25T01:22:00.000-04:002005-07-25T01:59:17.280-04:00

I'm finally starting to enjoy the fruits of all my time spent in the garden this summer, and it's not too disappointing. After a streak of too-hot-too-handle days, our cherry tomato plant kicked into rippening overdrive, so now every few days we get a nice bowl-sized harvest. They're sweet and delicioius and soooo fresh. Mmm mmm mmm!Hot peppers are coming along well; my dad already devoured a

Amirnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1122185052778932842005-07-24T00:39:00.000-04:002005-07-24T02:12:44.326-04:00

My blogger buddy, Sarah, recently tagged me in an "If I Were..." post. So here are things I would do if I could be...A librarian. I would spruce up the library a little bit. I guess this all depends on what kind of library we're talking about. There are some pretty fancy libraries, especially on college campuses, but that tends not to be true in high schools and local city-owned libraries across

Amirnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1121979290799550992005-07-21T16:11:00.000-04:002005-07-21T16:54:50.856-04:00

Despite my last visit entailing a shot and painful drilling, I love going to the dentist. I've been going to the same clinic since I was three years old and the dentist and his assistants have watched me grow up in six month snapshots. Every time I go for a cleanup they get me talking about the biggest things that have happened in my life in the past six months.I remember once being all excited

Amirnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1121917316918419122005-07-20T23:12:00.000-04:002005-07-20T23:41:56.953-04:00

Did anyone see the debut of the new Fox show So You Think You Can Dance? I'll admit, I sat through the whole two hour debut watching hopefuls twirl their way to Hollywood and British judges praising and throwing punches. It got me thinking a bit about who goes where and why.What struck me so much, along with my recent experience in the movies (FYI I went back another day and it was a complete 180

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1121551785634582702005-07-16T16:47:00.000-04:002005-07-16T18:21:31.940-04:00

In early June when I visited my aunt who lives in a small mountaintop village, she gave me a tour of her garden. Fig trees, lemon trees, willows and a variety of other trees fenced off her yard. We walked by plots of lettuce, carrots, and cabbage next to her driveway. Near the back entrance of the house grew herbs and strawberry bushes, but what caught my eyes were the sunflowers. Two grew near

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"Action" is a word that I didn't hear at all in the past two days. My attempt to be a movie extra was a complete flop.The flopping probably started on Tuesday night when my sister took the car out for a joy ride. She told my mom that there was half a tank left when she came back, but somehow when I hopped in the car the next morning there was less than a quarter of a tank left. It made me a bit

Amirnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1121217987017283012005-07-12T20:43:00.000-04:002005-07-12T21:39:00.996-04:00

I might have said I'm young 'n unemployed, but I still have a couple tricks left up my sleeve. A couple weeks ago, half out of desperation and half because I thought it would be exciting, I registered to be an "extra" for a feature film that's shooting this summer in Minnesota. It's not that often that a big Hollywood production comes to Minnesota of all places, and it's not that often that I

Amirnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1120625467691229492005-07-09T16:38:00.000-04:002005-07-11T15:50:36.686-04:00

Although I might be thanking God for forcing me into unemployment this summer, this whole job-searching process I undertook for the first time taught me a lot. With no big regrets about the situation I'm in now, I'm digging a bit deeper into how I landed an amazing jobless summer.I learned that employers today are flaky as hell.Some of the big corporate summer internships I went for only had

Amirnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1120452964312786072005-07-05T11:39:00.000-04:002005-07-06T01:05:49.913-04:00

I mentioned in my last post that I'm not working for the summer. I can't complain too much about being unemployed; on the one hand I love it. I love sleeping as much as I need every night. I love having days upon days to do what I want, even if it's nothing. I'm spending these long summer days in complete chillax mode. By now weeks have gone by without me doing too much of anything, and yet

Amirnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1119662894583779892005-06-24T21:10:00.000-04:002005-06-29T00:06:30.166-04:00

At first I was really disappointed when I didn't get any of the six jobs I applied to this summer. I quickly realized, though, that perhaps as the saying going, "everything happens for a reason." As much as I wanted to do something meaningful this summer and earn a couple bucks to finance my edumacation, perhaps something or someone was keeping me in check for a reason.I need my rest. I've been

Amirnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1118297406683293572005-06-09T01:43:00.000-04:002005-06-09T02:13:38.966-04:00

My trip to Israel is coming to a close. I'm glad I came, even for such a short visit. I've been here enough times that I don't have to make a big to-do anymore everytime I come. I came for a little less than two weeks, so I decided to spend about a week with each side of my family.I spent the first week with my dad's mom. She's one of those people who has an open home. People come and go as they

Amirnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1117415381077674152005-05-29T20:39:00.000-04:002005-05-29T21:14:37.466-04:00

I've somewhat unintentionally been keeping a low cyberprofile lately. I guess this is what usually happens to me once school's out. I just collapse after months of borrowing energy to keep my exhausted brain on top of school, work, family. The energy debt stops growing, and with no extra energy to keep things going my exhausted brain collapses into the slumber that it needs. Every once in a while

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1116981077954941412005-05-24T19:13:00.000-04:002005-05-25T12:25:09.316-04:00

A couple weeks ago I mentioned that Snoop Dogg and The Game would be performing at my school to celebrate the last day of classes. Now that I have some time on my hands, I thought I'd let you know how it went.Like previous years, this was serious. And since I lived in a dorm looking up on the slope, I got a close view of it all unfolding. In the days leading up to the party they fenced off the

Amirnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1116441937481230002005-05-18T14:35:00.000-04:002005-05-18T14:47:35.433-04:00

Not that anyone around here seemed too concerned about that, LOL. So what happened since the day I was gearing up to see Snoop Dogg and The Game keep it real on my college lawn?Well, there were maybe two days of total chillaxness. You know, the type when you get like 11 or 12 hours of sleep and you're blissfully tired all day long. Then it was back to stressing out over my three upcoming final

Amirnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1115344808531811822005-05-05T21:38:00.000-04:002005-05-05T22:06:18.263-04:00

So Snoop Dogg and The Game are performing at my school tomorrow... What do you think? What do I think? I don't know.My school has this major tradition of throwing this wild party to mark the last day of classes. Forget that technically this is the last day of classes. Most of them get cancelled, and the few that don't probably don't rank high on attendance.So a few thousand students along with a

Amirnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1114901904793104182005-04-30T18:26:00.000-04:002005-05-04T01:08:29.226-04:00

I've seen the way you give nasty looks to innocent strangers who smile at you as you brush shoulders. Heck, you've done it to me. You talk about going to the mall, buying clothes and "cute shoes," handbags, makeup and whatever. Then you go to class and discuss literary criticism about living in a material world--this is so true, I know you say to yourself as your eyes open up wide during a moment

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As I was heading up the stairs to leave the library I saw Jim rushing through the exit door. Jim, skinny tall Jim with the dark blonde flimsy hair, whom I don't think I've ever seen carry a back-pack. Jim.I hesitated. I could have ran after him to say hi, or I could have just let him escape. What difference did it really make? But I took stock: I've seen him more than I've spoken to him lately,

Amirnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1114052244708494972005-04-20T22:11:00.000-04:002005-04-20T23:05:19.183-04:00

We Americans have a funny way of showing how we care. Or maybe what's funny is how we pretend to care.Tonight Paul Rusesabagina, the real person about whose life the movie Hotel Rwanda was made spoke at my school. The man who lived through the real Hotel Rwanda experience told us about his first-hand brush with genocide. It was a terrifying confirmation of the horrors from the movie. Hollywood

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1113699039945125002005-04-16T20:18:00.000-04:002005-04-16T21:08:05.523-04:00

Being a warm, sunny day I decided to make the walk up to North campus this evening--the place where the freshmen reside and where the food is purported to be a bit better. Not only that, I just wanted a change of scenery and a slightly different selection of food and drinks.Woha. On the stairs leading up to the dining hall I ran into a line spanning a full flight and a half of stairs. Assuming it

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1113523545977794572005-04-14T19:46:00.000-04:002005-04-16T20:18:30.726-04:00

I have a powerbar sitting on my desk. Eat it, it'll give you strength.This week so far has been intense (what else is new, eh). On Monday Bill Nye the Science guy plopped himself right beside me at breakfast. I also got approval to graduate a year early. It seems official (but ya know ain't nothing done till it's done). But along with that comes a lot of stress: preparing for life after school

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1112907580859801782005-04-07T16:59:00.000-04:002005-04-07T17:11:34.693-04:00

I don't know exactly how she came to mind, but Shania Twain inspired the title of this post. Woo hoo lol. Get y'alls country boots on because that woman's singing my song, "Like I should, I'll getcha good."OK, granted, she's probably singing about getting a boyfriend or something. That's not quite my intention. This post is about a much blogged about, but still unresolved, issue with one

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1112659444239035882005-04-04T19:16:00.000-04:002005-04-04T20:08:47.183-04:00

I have this 8-10 page English paper due tomorrow, and right now it's still a 6-page draft. This is the same paper I wrote about in my last post, the one that got "critiqued" by my classmates. I've always wondered what's up with that word, "critique." What's up with the "que"? Is this an attempt to make the act of critiquing sound more constructive, or something elite?Critiquing, as it occurs in

Amirnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1112332899415959612005-03-31T23:41:00.000-05:002005-04-01T00:31:31.673-05:00

Admitted, I got my luggage this time around, so my transition back to school was a bit smoother than it could have been. Nevertheless, an average transition back to school isn't any good to begin with.School greeted all of us on the first day back with a ton of rain. It rained, and rained, and good thing I had my umbrella, but I still got wet. On Monday I also got my astrophysics midterm back--

Amirnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1112062209608263742005-03-28T20:03:00.000-05:002005-03-28T21:17:56.130-05:00

Yes, I know I've very creative when it comes to blog titles.So I got back to smalltown, NY about an hour behind schedule. Despite the delay the trip was a bit more impressive than usual. Nomrally, we get a tiny plane that feels like its going to come apart in flight--loud engine noises, bumpy ride, realllly tiny seats. This time we got a new small plane! It was a bit bigger (four seats in each

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1111905017944173762005-03-27T01:15:00.000-05:002005-03-27T01:34:13.806-05:00

While many Americans and others will be celebrating Easter today, I'll be doing something I've done a lot in the past year: flying. My lovely spring break has to come to an end, and that means coming a full circle--away from school and back to school.This break was a decent, but mostly much needed, escape from school. Instead of the grind of working two jobs and trying to keep up with five

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1111644357632036972005-03-24T00:35:00.000-05:002005-03-24T01:11:35.886-05:00

I do prefer to make my posts a little more light hearted than this, but this is important. I just saw the movie Hotel Rwanda. This movie is based on the true story of a hotel manager who saved over 1,000 Rwandans during the genocide that resulted in the murder of over 1 MILLION Rwandans only ten years ago. The movie was amazing, and I'd highly recommend seeing it. A true story of the struggle to

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1111553567109543552005-03-22T23:18:00.000-05:002005-03-23T04:58:13.743-05:00

Oooh!!! And don't get that twisted with the kind of "Oh" that Ciara and Omarion are singing about these days. Oooh! That really hurts! is what I'm talking about.I had a dentist appointment today, and no, unfortunately it wasn't my routine half year check-up. Last time I had one of those, back in January, the dentist declared that some of my sealant came off and uncovered a tiny cavity. I was a

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1111207724878954412005-03-18T23:10:00.000-05:002005-03-18T23:55:47.930-05:00

I know... I need to get with the program. Who uses the same blog title for three entries in three months?!?I just can't really think of any other way to put this. There's just no rest for the weary in this world! Or at least for me, in the past two weeks. This should explain my silence (though I've noticed my excuses for not posting have increased a lot in the last couple months, hmmm).This week

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1110604929248099022005-03-11T23:37:00.000-05:002005-03-12T00:50:51.416-05:00

I've spent too many hours of the last couple weeks worrying about 45 minutes today that would determine my fate for the next year.Housing.I don't even know what to compare it to. One day we log on to a website to find out our lottery numbers and times to show up for registration. Then there are two weeks of suspense. Some people pass them frantically trying to find friends, or friends of friends,

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1110007068467357482005-03-05T01:07:00.000-05:002005-03-06T01:02:58.143-05:00

Thinking back on my education, and all the things I've learned, and the privilege I've had of getting a good edumacation, I can't help but wonder about my miseducation.Many people argue the virtues of education. It can open minds, enlighten, teach tolerance, an ability to problem solve, work in teams, cooperate, and think through complex issues. Education is a way to create a better society.With

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1109713823943965142005-03-01T16:42:00.000-05:002005-03-01T16:50:23.946-05:00

So 1st I want to say something about my last post. I know I was heading down a slippery slope there, with the generalizations towards the end. Not all students studying animal sciences are obnoxious and narrow minded and care more about animals than humans. I can think of at least one person I know who's studying animal sciences who is a very nice person. So, if anything, take the end of that

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1109364733934385962005-02-25T14:59:00.000-05:002005-03-02T14:34:02.406-05:00

The first time I saw her, I thought she was that stereotypical dreary, literary type. She had just the kind of pale, lifeless face that one would assume hides from behind dusty books of 18th century sonnets and tragedies. In class, unless she was talking, she passed her time frowning at everyone she laid her big eyes on.She sat next to me on the third day of class, when we had to bring in 2

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1108790045480013052005-02-18T21:57:00.000-05:002005-02-19T00:25:10.790-05:00

I've alluded to this issue on my Feb. 14th post, but I need a full post to get this off my chest. Exactly two weekends ago I put in my two weeks notice with the Sierra Student Coalition. I had been thinking about leaving for a long time, and although I delayed the decision for over half a year, the final decision came somewhat abruptly.I'm at the fortunate point in my life where I have lots of

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1108703434208395332005-02-18T00:03:00.000-05:002005-02-18T00:15:43.070-05:00

I was going to post a somewhat angry entry today after my last class. LOL.Of course, I didn't have time for that. Who has time in the world for anger? Just playing, we all have plenty of time for that stuff, it seems.Well, I'm just bouyant tonight because I managed to finish my astrophysics problem set before midnight! Nevermind the fact I have 300 pages of reading for history due tomorrow, too.

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1108362803727867922005-02-14T01:14:00.000-05:002005-02-14T01:36:13.256-05:00

Hi, I type to you sheepishly after more than a week of unexpected silence--something that sometimes seems like a major crime on the blogosphere. I've been thinking about you readers and this blog thoroughout the past week.No, no, don't worry, I ain't going nowhere.I'm just trying to get my life back on track. Though you might be getting sick of reading that. It seems like that's the theme of

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1107584466272060982005-02-05T01:34:00.000-05:002005-02-06T13:49:43.526-05:00

I'm sorry. I guess a short night's sleep and then being awake for 14 hours afterward prevent me from functioning at my best. If I were a bit more aware, I could have been a bit more discrete, or quiet, or subtle. I thought I was, sort of, but apparently I wasn't enough. Last night I was exhausted and contemplated taking a nap before heading out to dinner. My nap plans unfurled when my charming

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1106941532201381612005-01-28T14:19:00.000-05:002005-01-28T14:56:24.016-05:00

My first week of classes is officially over. Well, for this semester at least. I decided to do something that, I'm coming to realize, was a bit bold. I made a drastic switch. After spending last semester toiling through three upper level earth and atmospheric science classes and a computer science class, I decided to sway the other way. Last semester it was 4 sciences, one not; this semester it's

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1106623762398703492005-01-24T22:17:00.000-05:002005-01-24T22:30:16.990-05:00

I have to admit that once I got back from Israel I had three nights of some of the deepest sleep in my life. You know, the kind of sleep where you just pass out and have no idea when. I guess that interlude of restfulness was a sign from above preparing me for what was to come. I was supposed to fly back to school on Sunday, but my flights were delayed and then eventually cancelled because of

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1106179941894478982005-01-19T18:54:00.000-05:002005-01-19T19:22:06.333-05:00

It took 24 hours from the time I left to the airport till the time I set foot back home. My trip was a mess. As if spending almost every waking moment with family for 11 days straight isn't intense enough, this trip had some real sting to it. My Great Grandma died at the age of 96, only four days after we spent an afternoon together. I thought the whole idea of this trip was to say hello to

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1104221470560173162004-12-28T02:39:00.000-05:002005-01-26T19:37:16.610-05:00

Hey everyone, I'm not going to be so literary and descriptive in this post as I have been in the last few. This time it's a message from me to you. First, thanks to all of you who have faithfully visited my blog since I restarted it last winter. Also, welcome to the recent influx of people who arrived here by searching "more to life" on Yahoo!, MSN or whatever other search. I don't know what you

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1103507883185113232004-12-25T16:25:00.000-05:002004-12-27T18:36:35.763-05:00

Despite my occasional nasty, juicy, red zits and my sometimes uncontrollable, puffy, semi-long hair which would make most aesthetically-minded people run 100mph the other way, Youa would still smile at me and hold up a conversation. Time proved her one of the best friends I made in high school. Luck had it that at the end of my sophomore year, when Youa graduated, I was accepted to take classes

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1103507470714020712004-12-19T20:12:00.000-05:002004-12-19T20:51:10.716-05:00

Today I finally busted out of the house I've been hiding in since I got back here. I took the car and drove over the mighty, frozen Mississippi, past two highways, downtown and the capitol. Tucked a few miles behind the big city, I found the house of my old friend from high school. When I got there, she was standing outside in the 3 degrees Fahrenheit weather in nothing more than pants and a

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1103265529374443842004-12-17T01:55:00.000-05:002004-12-17T16:59:38.010-05:00

December 15th I rolled out of bed at 8 a.m., groggy, nauseous. It was cold outside, 19 degrees Fahrenheit, and snowing. Oh brrr, I though to myself. I went through the whole semester without pulling out my winter coat, but out it came this morning. Looking like a green penguin, I walked to the dining hall with my arms puffed out to my sides by my coat. I had a good breakfast, and then I walked

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1102640912957117042004-12-09T20:05:00.000-05:002004-12-09T20:08:32.956-05:00

Sorry avid readers. I know I've been treating this blog of mine, my virtual home on the net, like some nasty old attic. So please excuse me as the dust settles down on this place. I'm going through final exams. First one started today, last one ends on Wednesday. Then it's home, back to the Heartland where the sun shines a bit brighter, and the bed mattress is a bit bigger and comfier. Hold on

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1102137077535285202004-12-04T01:07:00.000-05:002004-12-04T17:22:10.636-05:00

Around 5 p.m. I ventured all the way to my neighbors' door. I knocked politely and heard a "come in." They were both there, the space cadet nutritionist and the chemical engineer. They were both sitting by their desks and looking kind of subdued. They both half turned their heads to catch a glance of me as I walked into their room. Oh boy, this might be a tough one to pull off. "Hi," I said with

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1101452772379187452004-11-26T02:01:00.000-05:002004-11-26T02:09:53.443-05:00

It's been over a month since I was home and sat on this high chair facing the kitchen. My mom was perched over the counter with a sharp knife in her hand. Her eyes were red, and her hair fell to the sides of her face as she tilted her head down. I heard the knife cut through something. I looked up at her and gasped. "Mom, you're crying!" I said emphatically, half questioning what's wrong. Her

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1101087689955254862004-11-21T20:40:00.000-05:002004-11-21T20:59:37.370-05:00

Sometimes you learn who your true friends are only after you learn who your friends aren't. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about my friends, and who they are. I've noticed that many of them do things that I never would, many of them do things which I really don't approve of. But this semester I've decided to hold my breath. Instead of being picky about my friends as I have been in the past, I

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1100928449427016072004-11-20T01:26:00.000-05:002004-11-20T00:47:39.996-05:00

Excuse me if this post is incoherent and ranty (aren't they all?), but it's Friday night and I'm living this now. I've made some great friends since I moved to my new place. Great friends. The kind of friends I can have dinner with, chill in their room and talk for hours... I mean really good stuff. And I think they care for me. It's great, I haven't had much of that from "friends" in the past.

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1100567177465081532004-11-15T20:05:00.000-05:002004-11-15T20:13:12.856-05:00

When I first moved into this "new" dorm (new for me) and met my two neighbors to the left, I thought, meh neighbors. They were nice in a distant, lukewarm, polite kind of way. I could live with them. It wasn't going to be bad, but it sure wasn't going to be too exciting. I'm happy to announce, however, that time has proved me way wrong. We've been doing some major neighbor bonding time and it's

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1100069101786143192004-11-10T01:44:00.000-05:002004-11-10T01:50:00.920-05:00

Hi everyone! How are you doing? I'm really enjoying my time off smack in the middle of what's supposed to be a crazy-busy semester like any other. You know that e-mail I sent out to my professors doesn't seem like something so novel and daring, but while I was writing it, it sure did. It took me so much guts to just admit to myself, "OK, kid, you need to chill out for a bit," and the actually DO

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1099988737763066612004-11-09T03:23:00.000-05:002004-11-09T03:25:37.763-05:00

As I sat here with the mother of all headaches well past 3 a.m., I mustered up the last bits of my energy to send out a letter to a couple of my professors.... "I don't really know where to begin, so I'll start with the end and then explain. Don't take this the wrong way! I really need a break. As I was sitting here at 3am trying to chip away at the mounds of work I have to catch up on and/or

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1099801901305020112004-11-06T23:31:00.000-05:002004-11-06T23:31:41.306-05:00

Note to self: stop typing up really long and meaningful posts in blogger. I've been experiencing an extremely frustrating trend of loosing the most important posts before I get a chance to submit them.

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1099284011120177272004-10-31T23:28:00.000-05:002004-10-31T23:42:09.420-05:00

What would you do? Pay celebrities $5000 for one second cameos? Get the best hair and makeup people to make you look super duper fly? Go all out on special effects? Watch this video to find out what one artist did. (Do myself and yourself a favor, I know the beginning is weird, but let it go at least 30 seconds and you'll see what I'm talking about). This is what Sarah MacLachlan did with her

Amirnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1099062116269957292004-10-29T10:57:00.000-04:002004-10-29T11:01:56.270-04:00

Okay, so obviously I haven't lasted too long, but this was too good to pass up. The Creeper was caught! This guy had been terrorizing students for the past 13 months. Breaking into girl's houses off campus, touching them at night, and sometimes even ripping their clothes while they were asleep. Scary! This guy sure kept us on our toes for the last couple months. He's 23 years old and has 6 kids,

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1099027249142827852004-10-29T01:12:00.000-04:002004-10-29T01:20:49.143-04:00

Hey y'all. I'm still here, still alive. Things are just getting kind of busy, busy. Holding up two jobs and going to school is way tougher than I thought. Oh, and believe me, I never thought it would be easy. I have three exams next week in addition to the normal dosage of assignments, problem sets, readings. I'm slightly worried about that. My parents are coming up to visit me this weekend. I'm

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1098400942128761522004-10-21T19:09:00.000-04:002004-10-24T01:17:25.870-04:00

Hello. I'm a human being, and like most of us, I too have been blessed with the wonderful gift of being able to communicate in a language. I've recently discovered an undercurrent of people who apparently no longer feel the need to communicate using words: number do a better job. These people are called scientists. Yeah, that's right, I'm bringing it on and calling their bluff. Of course there

Amirnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1098325515768007692004-10-20T22:02:00.000-04:002004-10-20T22:31:31.970-04:00

I got two e-mails today carrying the same sad news. One was from my mom and the other from my father. A close friend of theirs passed away this morning. It all happened so fast, so soon. My parents started getting friendly with him and his wife some three or four years. They had three children, one a year old than me, another the age of my sister, a year younger than me, and a boy who is now 13.

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1097903877847762732004-10-16T01:32:00.000-04:002004-10-16T16:37:58.063-04:00

No... No, no, no. I'm going to blog about how depressed I am again. Lol. For once I'm content for more than 24 hours. This room is great. I have my peace of mind, my piece of quiet. I have nice neighbors who have invited me out to dinner and later to a "tea party." I'm not naively, obliviously happy. I know there are plenty of screwed up things out there, but I'm surprised by the way I'm warding

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1097720560227084662004-10-13T22:13:00.000-04:002004-10-14T01:41:55.933-04:00

I've slept two nights in my new room, and I feel like it's already been worth the $1,000 difference in cost. I can read in my bed all I want until nothing but my drooping eyes put me to sleep. When I'm in the mood, I can turn up my music and let Janet Jackson's soft, warm, voice fill every nook and cranny in my room. When I want, I can open the window and feel the fresh, brisk air breeze through

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1097362501755468412004-10-09T18:51:00.000-04:002004-10-09T18:55:01.756-04:00

I've sort of decided that life if full of new beginnings and endings. Sure there's one big beginning, and one big ending, but there are a whole lot of significant ones in the middle. You know? Well, now, for once, this is my happy ending. Yes, that's right, after months of complaining, blogging about how depressed I am, getting little sleep, and being sick, it’s here. I've just finished a little

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1097003321551096652004-10-05T14:54:00.000-04:002004-10-05T15:15:13.473-04:00

In addition to you, me, and everyone around me getting sick of my mopiness and depression, I think someone up above also got a bit fed up and decided to do something about it. Yesterday, after many weeks of silence, I got a letter from the housing office. They found me a new room! Not just any new room, a single! That means no nutty roommates to deal with, plenty of "me-time," and a whole lot

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1096662355960635752004-10-01T15:41:00.000-04:002004-10-01T17:10:17.916-04:00

Life is good when you're a fifth year senior. Especially when you've already finished your major. You're just taking an extra year to chill out in school, maybe get a minor. It's even better when you go to an expensive school and Mommy and Daddy will foot your bill, so you don't have to worry about getting a job. Welcome to the life of my roommate. The first day we met, my roommate and I

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1095833772149911902004-09-22T01:44:00.000-04:002004-09-22T02:27:41.816-04:00

Dear Aunty, I feel foolish writing this letter to you now. For one, it is just too late. You're gone. Secondly, you don't really know any English, so why am I writing this in English, even if you would ever get to read it..? English wouldn't help. Well, I don't know where to begin, so I'll just do my best to spew out whatever I'm thinking somewhat coherently. I found out about your death

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1095704322003738222004-09-20T14:06:00.000-04:002004-09-20T16:04:47.726-04:00

I want to drop out of college right now because I feel like I'm wasting my life here. I'm bored as hell with my classes, I'm frustrated with them. I understand everything, but I can't solve anything. I want to drop out because college is over-rated. This place is a shit-hole, and I'm so sick of everything. I'm sick of the ivy league professors who are supposedly the best in their field, so they

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1095573904171433812004-09-19T01:50:00.000-04:002004-09-19T02:05:04.170-04:00

Here is an excerpt from a letter I wrote a couple days ago to a dear friend of mine. It's not so often that I take a second to reflect upon where I've gone and where I'm doing. Or, during the rare occasions when I do, I'm usually far from any computers, paper, or tape recorder to record what I was thinking. So here's a rare moment that I've managed to capture, and I'll probably be revisiting...

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1095279982443212882004-09-15T16:08:00.000-04:002004-09-15T16:36:10.960-04:00

That I think too much. Or at least that's what my TA said to me when I came to get help on a problem set. If blogger didn't fail on me last night, you would have learned that I spent four hours last night in the library working on one problem set, which I didn't even manage to finish. Frustrating to say the least. But when I went to office hours all the hopelessness dissipated. I had done

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1095221394638274812004-09-14T23:49:00.000-04:002004-09-15T00:11:14.150-04:00

Ahh, this one goes out to blogger. You guys, I love you for hosting my blog for free, but sometimes I feel like you cause me as much grief as joy. I just finished typing up an entry, and when I clicked publish I got some crazy error page. When I hit "back" to re-publish the post, the post was completely gone, but the title still appeared in the "Title" field. This is the second time this has

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1095045194768180512004-09-12T23:00:00.000-04:002004-09-12T23:16:56.886-04:00

Do you ever get that feeling? My day was reasonably relaxing. I worked pretty hard, and I don't need to be up till 3 a.m. doing homework. I finished all of my pressing assignments, and now I just feel like relaxing. But I've spent at least the past half hour doing exactly that. I've reached the point where I don't really have much else to do in terms of relaxing (which, for me, usually means

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1094868865136254422004-09-10T22:02:00.000-04:002004-09-10T22:20:05.870-04:00

After that slightly uplifting post yesterday, I think that I'm back to my "regular" self. Although, I can't really argue that since I'm actually being sort of "social," which is somewhat of a departure from the norm. I've been running into people on campus I know, and granted they're like the same 10 people, but hey, with time they introduce you to their friends and you introduce them to yours,

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1094763183973938562004-09-09T16:36:00.000-04:002004-09-09T23:41:28.666-04:00

Today was another wonderfully gray, rainy day. Actually, the day started out with no rain at all, but the clouds were dark and heavy. Still, I managed to go to all my classes till 2 p.m. without a drop of liquid falling on me. I was happy about it and hoped that it would stay that way. My reasons for not wanting rain were a bit more than the usual. I had an outdoor field lab for 2 hours and 45

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1094583545903576032004-09-07T14:52:00.000-04:002004-09-08T18:46:38.100-04:00

The headline in my college newspaper today is, "Students Charged With Illegal Taping." My first hunch was that it had something to do with the ongoing media copyright wars. I got a hold of a copy of the newspaper during breakfast, and I read the article... Apparently two frat boys are in trouble because they were caught taping a couple having sex without the couple's consent. The frat wants to

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1094532992398862132004-09-07T01:29:00.000-04:002004-09-08T18:47:31.460-04:00

Of the many blogs I read, there seems to be a trend lately to post much less, if at all. Almost no one's been visiting this blog lately, either. I guess it just figures. When people need people to listen the most, they just happen not to be there. Jumping off a bridge appears to be the suicide method of choice around here. "Ithaca is gorges" read way too many t-shirts around here. Since my

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1094429437880733932004-09-06T19:49:00.000-04:002004-09-06T15:53:05.426-04:00

What makes me want to barf about this place sometimes are the stark hypocricies that are in your face but people pretend not to notice, or not to care. What's been on my mind lately are the people, the aura, the legacies, the eliteness, the wealth, the snottiness, the immaturity, the disgracefulness. I got invited to go to a frat party this Saturday. I didn't know if I should take it as a

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1094428150360261182004-09-05T19:34:00.000-04:002004-09-05T19:49:10.360-04:00

I came back from dinner and marched into my room in a fury. I tossed my German textbook, three notebooks, and a calculator in my backpack. I grabbed my cell phone, made sure I had my keys and wallet, tossed on an old, gray raggedy sweater with a white hoodie and stormed out of the room as quickly as I entered. September 5, 2004, and I'm wearing a sweater. So the winter's starting early this year.

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1094186959888350492004-09-02T23:53:00.000-04:002004-09-03T15:34:53.106-04:00

She's Palestinian and I'm Israeli, probably the last two people you'd expect to see friends these days. We met sometime last year. She was living next to a girl in my writing seminar with whom I'd become friendly. Quickly after she heard my name, she asked if I was Arab. Between my dark brown hair and brown eyes and Arabic-sounding name, she wasn't so far off. But, no, I told her, my name was

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1094168749588691222004-09-02T19:47:00.000-04:002004-09-02T23:44:17.900-04:00

Tonight I am blogging from the University library. If you read on you'll find out why... Poor guy. Apparently after he finished doing his business, he wanted to flush the toilet, but instead of going down, the water went up. I can only imagine his reaction as the water full of his shit flooded out of the toilet and all over the dorm's bathroom floor. A couple minutes later, I went to the

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1094102197568958362004-09-02T00:55:00.000-04:002004-09-02T01:16:37.570-04:00

This scene is so familiar to me. It's very close to 1 a.m. and I just finished my homework. It's not because I had so much, I just didn't really want to do it, so I put it off a little too much. I had a really busy day actually. I guess it's my first busy day since I got here. Aside from my four classes, it was my first day at work. I'm going to work at the same place I did last year, teaching

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1093918662365112722004-08-30T21:56:00.000-04:002004-08-30T22:24:57.536-04:00

This will be my first full week of classes this school year. Boy, was it off to a wet start. I woke up to the sound of rain and people walking through puddles right outside of my dorm. By the time I got out of bed it had stopped raining, but the sky was still forebodingly gray, and I decided to take an umbrella just in case. The walk to my first class takes 15 minutes and is completely uphill.

Amirnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1093750233241070632004-08-28T22:46:00.000-04:002004-08-28T23:36:05.446-04:00

Have I complained enough about my housing situation yet? If not, let's do a brief recap: I live in a 14' x 12' cell, if not smaller. My room is classified as a "super single," which is now a double.The screen on my window is offset.The curtain is ripped.The paint on the walls is peeling.The carpets are stained.The lighting, well, does not light the room. My wardrobe door and drawers are

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1093662216527332592004-08-27T22:45:00.000-04:002004-08-27T23:10:47.136-04:00

One thing that is high on my list of "don't likes" about my latest living arrangement is the bathroom situation. It's awful! First of all, my RA finally put rest to the problem of what gender uses what bathroom. Unfortunately, he decided that the one that is 20 steps from my room belongs to the women. The men's? The farest it could be from my room. So now whenever I want to take a shower, I need

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1093573349828129822004-08-26T21:46:00.000-04:002004-08-26T22:27:50.926-04:00

It's close to a wrap on yet another unexciting day in the life of Amir. Today was the first day of classes. I had two classes, a German section and my lecture to (brace yourselves) Biogeochemistry. It was a pretty decent, light way to kick off the school year. Tomorrow I have five classes, though. *Barf* My morning class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays starts at 9 a.m. and is close to a 20

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1093485627898417342004-08-25T21:43:00.000-04:002004-08-26T20:53:05.486-04:00

Things have just been weighing me down a bit more than usual lately. Mix that in with the fact that I have clinical depression (or whatever you want to call it), and you get a bad combination. Actually, I almost became buoyant today. At 11 a.m. I met with a social worker/psychologist who works for the school. I got referred to her by an academic advising dean last year after I had bawled my eyes

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1093406180742388882004-08-25T00:30:00.000-04:002004-08-25T00:12:48.200-04:00

Today wasn't too exciting either. Actually, the first half of the day was down right miserable. I got up around 10:30 a.m. (happy I got a good night's rest), but I was bummed as hell. I woke up thinking about my friend who decided to abruptly end our five year friendship. If you haven't figured it out yet, it really bothers me. It was like bomb dropping. If someone was so upset with me or

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1093318832951380722004-08-24T00:09:00.000-04:002004-08-24T00:19:57.843-04:00

Today was boring as hell (OK, not really, just introspective, which is what this post will be). I woke up thinking about the phone-fallout I had with my friend last night, which got me started on my day feeling crummy. I woke up around 9 a.m. because now that I live closer to campus, I can hear the chimes that go off every hour. Apparently the 9 a.m. chimes were loud, long, and annoying. I had

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1093235770768734592004-08-22T23:34:00.000-04:002004-08-23T00:53:34.076-04:00

When I opened the door to my new room for the first time, I was shocked. The room was tiny, easily smaller than some walk-in closets. There were two lofted beds on separate sides of the room, each bed attached at one end to a wardrobe. Two dressers, one small bookcase. A tiny, dinky light shining upwards instead of down. Peeled paint. A stained carpet. A ripped curtain. Dirty windows. A

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1092987618380164572004-08-20T03:26:00.000-04:002004-08-22T23:34:44.256-04:00

At exactly this time last year I was doing the exact same thing: packing up my belongings, packing up my life, and getting ready to move out east for the next nine months. Today I spent a hectic day doing last-minute shopping (soap, toothpaste, deodorant, detergent, etc.), getting all of my hair buzzed off (which was sort of a drastic move for me), and packing my life into dozens of bags and

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1092898490899190112004-08-19T02:23:00.000-04:002004-08-19T03:04:39.800-04:00

This type of post might be a bit more appropriate on Dec. 31st, but since the season is about to change, and since I'm about to embark on yet another life-changing transition, I'm going to write it anyway. You guys, this year has been weird for me. Does anybody here have any idea what 2004 is all about, because I sure don't. Quite in line with that, this summer has been weird, too. Let's talk

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1092552759613591802004-08-16T00:50:00.000-04:002004-08-16T02:54:45.120-04:00

Were y'all watching the Olympics last night or what?! We had guests over for dinner tonight, but once we all finished eating, we happened to notice that the men's gymnastics team competition was airing, and soon enough we were all gazing in astonishment at the T.V. screen. I think there's extra shock value because gymnastics (much less men's) doesn't garner half the attention of any other major

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1092510282350873042004-08-14T14:45:00.000-04:002004-08-14T15:04:42.350-04:00

She flaked! Well, not really, but it didn't work out. A friend of mine and I have been playing phone-tag for the first half of the summer. We hadn't seen each other all summer long, and before leaving to college I really wanted to get together, spend some time, and say goodbye for the next few months. She called me on Thursday and told me she couldn't meet up on Friday. Her parents own a little

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1092467945239747262004-08-14T03:13:00.000-04:002004-08-14T03:19:05.240-04:00

How do you come to grips with the fact that you've spent the last two years of your life wasting your time? How do you reconcile your work for a good cause with the reality that it's taking over your life? What do you do once you've sunk yourself so deep into committments that whenever you're not tending to them you're only living on borrowed time? How do you begin to unravel the knots? How do

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1092207095397535102004-08-11T02:13:00.000-04:002004-08-12T00:50:07.680-04:00

Less than fabulous, better than horrible. Aside from one short trip to Monterey, I spent the week at a funky retreat located in a redwoods forest high in the mountains east of Santa Cruz. It was beautiful, and some mornings we could see the fog below us at the foot of the hills. The accommodations weren't exactly five stars. But I had a bed to sleep on and a place to shower and brush my teeth. So

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1092182172083418632004-08-10T19:36:00.000-04:002004-08-10T20:25:28.166-04:00

I left the California on a 12:45am flight out of San Francisco. You have to love those red-eye flights going east which do no justice to a good night's sleep. As I boarded the plane, I walked past a man in first class who had the biggest, most bulging, angry eyes I might have ever seen. The chairs were small and cramped, and by far not enough leg space. Once all the passengers boarded, one of the

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1091518877842393142004-08-03T03:14:00.000-04:002004-08-03T03:51:16.550-04:00

Well not quite. More like, in the skies again. I'm flying out in a few hours to California. This is like the zillionth trip I'm taking this summer, but like some of my other "trips" this isn't exactly a trip. I'm going to the Sierra Student Coalition's National Grassroots Conference. It's an annual event that brings together all of the national leaders with all of the local grassroots activists.

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1091348782386551782004-08-01T04:02:00.000-04:002004-08-01T04:26:22.386-04:00

I think it's becoming pretty stereotypical of me to post an entry every couple weeks about how I'm "getting better," undoing my burnout, recovering from too much work, stress, and depression. Right in line with that spirit, I spent about the last two hours "literally" (virtually?) getting ride of some of my excess baggage. I went through one of my horrendously overloaded, stuffed inboxes. In that

Amirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678412.post-1091088273104914372004-07-29T03:51:00.000-04:002004-07-29T18:14:06.530-04:00

I'll admit it. I've been so glued to the TV in the past couple days, it's just disgusting. I blame it almost entirely on the the Democratic National Convention. If you listen or watch long enough, politics sucks you in and makes you miserably, willingly and so unwillingly, come back for more. This year, more than ever, I've deluded myself into falling into the trap that is politics. Maybe it's

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