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| Hi Well, it's been a while, but I didn't forget my poor little xanga blog. And I don't have anything profound to say, but summer's been good and I'm looking forward to going back to senior year! Well, in the memorable words of Bugs Bunny "That's all for now, folks." I'll post more later. .... .... .... .... .... Not that me refraining from posting will probably ruin any of your days. I have no delusions of grandeur...or vain thoughts that thousands of people scan my weblog every day waiting with baited breath as the internet page loads to see if a new post has appeared. Someday when I've written my best-selling novel and am rich and famous you'll be sorry you didn't pay closer attention to my blog. You could have said to some salesclerk in the Kohl's checkout line, "I posted on Anne Garboczi's blog..." "You mean, THE Anne Garboczi," the clerk would have breathed in astonishment." "Yes, that very one," you could have said. I might even have dedicated a book to you. And you know the person the book is dedicated to gets all the royalties once the author dies. On second thought, dedicating a book to any of my friends is a rather bad idea; I don't need to die an early death. Maybe instead I'll let your children come to the prestigous 3-12th grade prep school I start on a 10,000 acre property with equestrian trails, olympic quality ice rinks, a drive-in movie theater and of course a stellar science program. The average languages known per scholar are 3 (spanish, russian, & Latin), the average Ivy League admittance rate is 96%, the average SAT score is 2100 (the ACT is banned from campus), and the average median income of the student is somewhere around 4,000 a year because of the vast array of Romanian and Russian orphans who are brought in and educated at the principal's expense. It's a solidly, orthodox Christian school of course with a stellar statement of faith. The campus chapel has a beautiful old pipe organ, stain glass windows, and a high peaked roof which echoes just right for cellos and flutes or drums and electric guitars. That's only for official chapels, though. Most Bible studies are held either in the pool on rubber floats, on the campus sailboat dock, under the rosebud arches in the colonial style gardens or even in the gabled windows of the homey dormitories. And of course the dorm parents are the nicest people ever who NEVER make up silly rules, ALWAYS are available to help with homework, and even play pranks with the students without tattling to the nasty principal. On second thought..... Never mind. | | |
| For the edification and benefit of right-handers everywhere. Try not to be jealous. ;) According to this excellent calender, Left-handers have . . . MORE HEART "The official Boy Scout handshake uses the left hand instead of the right. Although Lord Baden-Powell, the founder of the Boy Scouts, was ambidextrous, he chose the lefty shake because the left hand is nearer the heart." BETTER WORKING BODIES "According to neurologists, left-handers adjust more readily to seeing under water. Mark Spitz, a left-hander, is a good example. He won seven gold medals as well as breaking four world records at the 1968 olympics." MORE BRAINS "SAT research has shown that left-handed males perform better in the math portion of the exam than right-handed males" "A study in the American Journal of Psychology reported that lefties scored higher on tests relating to divergent thinking and problem-solving." They also..... WORK WELL AS NUMBER 1 "From early on, left-handers realize that they are different from other individuals. . . . One of the requirements for a leader--real or aspiring--is that he needs to be able to anticipate what is going to happen, to think about things in ounconventional ways, to see himself as different from the rest of the pack." AND ARE GREAT WORLD LEADERS "Born on March 23, left-handed Egyptian pharoah Ramesses II built more monuments and major statues than any other Egyption king. His sixty-seven year reign marks the last peak of Egypt's imperial power." Then there are things in the calender, which REALLY don't belong in any self-respecting book written by a left-hander. Like this quote... "Did you know that left-handers may be in the majority among gorillas? Their left arms outweight their right, which could indicate a slight left-handed bias." | | |
| Dear World, Only two more days until Christmas break is over. I feel like I should write a sonnet or ode to Christmas break, but I lack confidence in my poetic skills. It would probably just turn out to be doggerel and make a laughable entry. Not that I'm against laughter. A smile can light up any day. I just usually endeavor to direct the laughter with me not towards me. Except for my brothers; they're allowed to laugh at me I suppose. Ties of blood and all that, you know. This, however, leads me to an important observation. I believe you can tell how secure someone is in their creative abilities by seeing whether they write humorous or serious pieces of either poetry or prose. Some confidence is necessary to attempt any artistic expression. However, less confidence is needed to write a humorous work because if the piece flops and everyone laughs at it you can just say it was intended that way. Much confidence in oneself and/or one's audience, however, is required to broadcast a piece of a serious nature. Anyway, that's my piece of philosophy for tonight. Good night world. Coming up next: excerpts from my "Why Lefthanders Rule the World" calender. :) | | |
| Well, I guess I could write another blogpost. I've been meaning to for quite some time. But I had nothing to say. Then again, that didn't stop Beckett so why should it stop me? Nothing important has happened lately. I just checked and my grades still aren't in on Student Portal. It's only 7:37 in the evening, but it's horribly dark outside. Have you ever heard of seasonal disorder? It means you think the dark is depressing. Do you like the summer better than the winter? Do you function better with light? Do you flip the light switch on when you go into a room rather than sitting in the dark? If so, you likely have seasonal disorder. But let me move on to cheerier things. It's always better to look at the bright side of life and count your blessings, so here goes. Right now I'm listening to country CDs I got for Christmas. Now some of you might think that's depressing, but I'm rather partial to country. And my dear brother, Paul, underwent dental surgery which means I can use his car anytime I want too. Oh and my little sister told me I have a huge bump on my nose, which I'm sure was good for humility. And my family told me at dinner that I was the only one in our whole extended family who had attached ear lobes. Paul thought it was a rather animalistic facial feature. Let's see, what other blessings in this short life. A postal worker who didn't speak English very well rejected my box because it wasn't the right size. And the fitting room clerk at Walmart tried to make me abandon my little sister. But hey, the Redskins only have to win one more game to make the playoffs. Life is good. ;) | | |
| I've been neglecting this poor blog shamefully. Most of you probably haven't noticed or cared, but let me tell you just the same, I'm still alive!!! ;) And just to prove it, I present the following two posts chronologically summarizing my Friday night activities of the past two weeks. And for those of you who were complaining about my absence from cyberspace, these are for you. :) | | |
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