“here’s the thing on men, ok… i’m going to give it to you. all men think of themselves as kind of low level superheros in their own environment. when men are growing up and they’re reading about batman, superman, spiderman… these aren’t fantasies. these are options.” -seinfeld
i am part of this. i am working towards becoming a superhuman. today was a boost in my powers as i gained lifelong immunity to polio and typhoid. there isn’t a vaccination that i don’t have to take for going to Africa this april-july. malaria medication side-effects are humorous. i love weighing the pros/cons. for 4 months of medicine i can:
lariam- pay $160 for a weekly pill that will give me night tremors, visual disturbances, and “vivid dreams.” woo hoo. i’m staying clear of this one. i had terrible fever dreams as a kid and i would hate to have them return. after getting the intro-dream when falling asleep, you knew it was coming but had no power to stop it. soon you would be running around the kitchen table which provided a temporary fix to the not-breathing dilema you were under. you see… air and water had switched roles and you could no longer breath air. at the same time you were afraid to breath water since it was such a strange thing to do. only under prompting from your mother would you “breath” a cold glass of water. “here, drink this. all of it!”
doxycycline- pay a mere $25 and risk “sun sensitivity, not just to people with fair complexions.” judging that i’m pretty safe from the other risk of getting a yeast infection and that i’m screwed as it is when it comes to sunburn, i think this is my preferred choice. hmmm… take it daily and don’t lay down for the following hour to prevent reflux.
malarone- pay a whopping $470 for a daily pill that only has the traditional abdominal pain, nausea, etc.
ahhh… the choices.
p.s. the days of movie viewing difficulty are over at naterr.com
arrr… we be pirates. last night i found something with a higher addiction rate than that cocaine i found by the railroad tracks last semester. its called geocaching and it combines three great things: adventure, military satellites, and hunting for treasure.
a “cache” is a small container hidden somewhere. it can vary in size from a film case to a bucket. inside is a log sheet and if the cache is big enough, random items that you can add and swap out and put in other caches that you find. you get the coordinates from the website, geocaching.com, and keep track of the ones that you visited. the people who placed the caches maintain them, make sure they’re actually there, and check your log on the paper to validate your online stats.
i’m proud to say that we disregard standard campus-life activities like floor or roommate dates. well, we also don’t really get asked… haha. riding miles around town in a bicycle gang was priceless. sure… we were basically invisible to traffic and scared a few people while searching around in bushes with our flashlights in the pouring rain. at the end of the night we had found 2 caches. we tried for a 3rd but got off track in the treasure hunt’s clues. by then we had been in the rain for two hours, in a cemetery for half of that time, and had a scared neighbor of the graveyard threatening us and our cult/gang activities. we fled the scene… on bikes.
this afternoon we found two more, one at the millrace and another easy one at a graveyard 2 miles south of town. the GPS unit gets you to the appoximate area, usually within 20-30 feet. from there you have to use brute force and look everywhere, like an easter egg hunt. sunday afternoon we’re going back for the one we missed last night, being sure not to spook the neighbors.
||a conversation with my sister that took place on november 11:
Me- hey… wait, am i missing something? why aren’t you teaching at school?
Marj- it’s veteran’s day you pacifist idiot
Me- haha, i had no idea
Marj- neither did I in college
Me- well, time to get to class. enjoy your holiday
a conversation with my sister that took place today, january 16:
Me- hi marj
Marj-I’m sure that you are aware of why I’m not in school today.
Me- MLK day!
Marj- Good job! This is a Goshen holiday too..
Me- yep, and we dont have class
*marj and i holding up something very heavy… really.
i know this is 3 for 3 on recent posts including graphics and pictures. however, i couldn’t resist posting this picture of my 2nd cousin, katurah.
i try to live with the policy of dropping all personal plans when it comes to friends and family. this past sunday was priceless. despite the upcoming 12 hour drive i had to goshen that night, i ignored my human limitations (sleep) and took my cousins skating at the rink in town.
her face lit up as she tried skating for the first time. we rounded the rink together, me going backwards “towing” her with both hands. it had to be my favorite moment of break. i love to skate and later she was out on her own, proud that she learned to both ski and skate that weekend.
i’m so glad i said no to packing/napping for the trip back to goshen and instead went for a skate in the park.