Leeuwenhoek had stolen and peeped into the fantastic sub-visible world of little things, creatures that had lived, had bred, had battled, had died, completely hidden from and unknown to all men from the beginning of time. Beasts these were of a kind that ravaged and annihilated whole races of men ten million times larger than they were themselves. Beings these were, more terrible than fire-spitting dragons or hydra-headed monsters. They were silent assassins that murdered babies in warm cradles and kings in sheltered places. It was this invisible, insignificant, but implacable-and sometimes friendly- world Leeuwenhoek had looked into for the first time of all men of all countries. ~Microbe Hunters
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Med Lab assignment: What are the implications of gram negative bacilli on humans from the beef of slaughter houses in Ontario.
ALS (course short form) assignment: Snakes on a plane.
I haven't gotten to do this in a while, so naturally, I am going to push the boundaries. I am obviously going to be the one going to talk about the poor mice on the plane which has been overrun by snakes. I haven't actually seen the movie nor was this the actual assignment, so I have no idea what I'm talking about. But you get the point, I cant make anything relate to any assignments. In grade 11, for an American History class assignment on the most influential Americans, I chose to do Area 51 and Roswell. That's not a person, but the 'alien' that they found was, and that influenced the media and a lot of people at the time, and still does. I just cant do the cookie-cutter George Washington or Abraham Lincoln thing- its just not me.
Story is: I sent my professor an email with my presentation outline for her opinion on if it was offensive to the Social Science good-for-nothings in my elective class. She took great offence to it, and she called a meeting with me for this afternoon.
I thought I followed the vague instructions for this presentation assignment to talk about why we took this class, what we thought about it, and what we learned from it. I took it because it was easy, I thought 'ALS' reminded me of progressive neurodegenerative disease of the brain, and I learned that (some) social science students are idiots for copying journals from each other in the easiest course they will ever have in university.
She didn't like that. I even drew pictures.
My prof, Ego Tistic, told me that my parents raise a rude, ignorant, selfish smart aleck. Well isn't that a kind thing to say to a person who was emailing you before they presented to see if they were being overly-controversial. I refrained from talking in the meeting, because if there's one thing my parents taught me was to think before you talk. I couldn't think properly in order to respond, because she was putting me down so much I couldn't get back up. I am a strong person, but when something so unexpected happens, too much stuff goes through my head and I just have to walk away for a bit to collect my thoughts.
No time to think in university, children. It is the Prof's way, or the highway.
Things Ego Tistic told me:
-If I presented right now, someone might commit suicide (because I called this class easy)
-She was in premed and had all A's (no idea why this came out of her butt)
-I was rude and insensitive to the Social Sciences
-She showed my email/presentation to other faculty members
-I have no right to call her by her first name, Ego (even though she told us to in the first lecture because "it promotes better student-faculty interactions")
-I am disrespectful to my parents and I don't deserve to be in University
-I am never going to get a good-paying job because I don't follow rules
-Her latest book is about me (or going to be, I don't remember)
-She is almighty
-Some students in the class have a higher GPA than me
-It is completely inappropriate to bring Stephen Hawking into this
-I had to redo my draft of my presentation, or she would report me for academic misconduct
Conversation ended: "You should buy my book, you might learn something".
My message to you: you should buy my (Robert Fulghum's) book, "All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten".
Darn good and sure of it,
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
Friday, 23 March 2012
Thursday, 22 March 2012
It pains me to say, there was a Dean Brody concert on campus last night and every single slut went to it. Every single slut has found country songs in which they can take lyrics and post them as their facebook status, or they relatable songs about their life and what is going on around them. It's not like I blame them; how would anyone 'feel like a plastic bag' (Katy Perry) or be so cocky as to sing about 'this is why I'm hot' (MIMS).
Country music has started down this horrible spiral, as well. Red Solo Cup, seriously, Toby Keith? Horrible. Horrible is pleasing the sluts Taylor Swift is 'converting' to Country with her Non-Country music. Horrible is making it on the hit radio stations. My pride does not fall with Horrible. Horrible has mad its own class of horrible. This music is 'pushing boundaries' according to some musically educated people, unlike myself. However, I know where I like my boundaries, and I don't like them touched by no one. I especially don't like the boundaries approaching horrible pop/rock/rap.
Country is mine. Country is me growing up. Country is my first day of high school, first kiss, first derby, and the hundred-millionth time of working outside with my dad. Country is everything to me. I love the sound it makes with the twang and hot southern accents. How can something that means so much to me, be shared with the sluts of the world? How can I have something in common with them? I try so hard to be different- to be unique- and this is what I get? A Taylor Swift song that touches the hearts of everyone, and turns them all into plaid-lovers? No one can touch the oldies. No one can make them horrible. Alan Jackson and George Strait have always been some of my heros.
For that reason, I am going back to a better class of loser. That's right Randy Travis. These new songs coming out are nothing like they used to be. I'm going back to my old CDs and playlists where I can be a young, innocent child again ridding in my fathers lap steering the truck, or getting ready for a demolition derby in the driveway. I don't need this new-age country stuff that preaches girls to dance for a guy on a tractor, I'm going back to reflecting where I was on 9-11.
Keep your eyes and ears peeled for good music, folks. Hard to come by these days!
Darn good and sure of it,
Monday, 19 March 2012
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
I guess I am hypocrite, I do have an altered public perception sometimes. My name isn't actually adot.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Sunday, 11 March 2012
Check it out! I finally posted some of the pictures I had of our mishaps living with 6 girls. Scroll down passed the 'Song of the Moment' section, and check out how bad at life some of my roommates and I are :)
P.S. new red blood cell background!! Me love..
Darn good and sure of it,
|I thank you for giving your life to our country.|
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Okay, maybe I'm the only one with housework to do- I'm the only one to notice the little army of crumbs trying to take over this place. I also have a tonne of laundry to do today, including my bed sheets and various other items in the house. Unlike Krystina, who on Tuesday put laundry on at 5:20am, I waited until the others were awake before turning on our old, loud washing machine.
Patients and courtesy kicked me in the butt, again.
As an early riser, I like to jump out of bed and get a head start on everything. I hold back on my showers, though, until after 8:30-9am in case my Spider-man shampoo bottle slips out of my hurrying hands, and causes a slight earth tremor and wakes the other 5 devils. Devils is a little harsh, but I feel like they would accept me calling them that, maybe.
As I was just chilling in my room, counting my nice clean toes (nice referring to clean... toes and feet creep me out), I hear a little knock on my door.
Krystina: Hey, do you have any darks? I'm putting a load of laundry on.
Staring at my closet door, trying with my eyes, to keep the clothes from bursting out while she stands next to it.
Me: I have some, but I will just throw them on later. I have enough for a load, thanks.
I've never been one of those snipers. If I was in the military, I would be a bomber- one with huge intentions, and more calculations to control the landing. I would kill more people at one time than a sniper, but the sniper can just get you out of no where.
My military analogy continues as an army of young women, with no clean socks and underwears, must do their washing today- each one claiming they have more than the others. I wonder if I will be able to throw in the place mats, dish towels, hand towels, bath mats and all the rest of the household items no one else wants to put in with their laundry because "it will get their clothes dirty".
I have a suggestion, if you don't want your clothes to get dirty when you are about to wash them, they are not dirty enough to begin with. Save time, save money, and re-wear your clothes! Then, when they are sufficiently dirty, you won't have a problem putting other soiled items in with your load of wash.
I have an adequate amount of socks and underwears for the next little while. I just thought it would be fantastic if, as I was cleaning the house, the little machine in the upstairs washroom closet would be cleaning my clothes. I liked the idea of being helped out, even if it was from a robot from possibly 12 thousand years ago who leaks on the floor every once in a while.
I guess I can be positive about the fact that I don't have to physically wipe their butts. And they now know how to do their own laundry (for the most part).
Darn good and sure of it,
Friday, 9 March 2012
Don't be so darn kind and brush everything off. Accept money, food and help, because you need it, and you need to stop being so stubborn about 'being even' and stop giving so much when you don't get nearly half back in return. But everything you get, put it to good use, as someone somewhere works very hard to only have half.
Watch out for other people's toes and be careful not to step on them. Let them learn themselves what needs to be done etc. Also, don't tip toe around feelings of others too much that your own toes get tired. Be spontaneous: don’t let your mind rule your toes all the time, that is a very far distance for things to go wrong.
School is kicking you in the butt, so fight hard to get a good GPA and stay in the program. Also, fight for health, including exercise and eating better- these things will also help you fight of infections better. Don’t fight too hard in favour of your opinions, but stop this push-over thing you have continuously developed.
Remember you are small in the world, and you cannot change big problems. Slip through situations, and don't let it bother/worry you too much. You have lots of helping hands, like cilia, who are there to help you through sticky situations- you’re not one flagella, pushing life along, alone.
No more Neanderthals:
Drink civilized and no more getting drunk off shots. Drink responsibly, and no more super parties. You are a lady, not an animal, and you have to regain your status within society again. Especially now that everyone is legal and everyone can be at the bars. Still enjoy nights out, but quality over quantity.
Interact with other members of MedLab and join other groups for projects. Fly solo and don't rely on others. Go out with old friends. Try new things with other people. Don't forget to let others fly as well, even if you are not a part of it. Let them flock together, but be there with your sheltering wings for support and encouragement- even if it is hard to stay around when the weather gets cold.
Darn good and sure of it,
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Monday, 5 March 2012
All these years in school and I have done pretty good for my myself- finding groups of nerds who still need one more group member. They know their way all around a computer, and YouTube, and Windows Media Maker. I always end up being the one to bring cookies and other store-bought snacks to the group meetings and have all the great ideas that never seemed to end up 'working out'.
For all you non-techies out there, here is some advice from a newly acclaimed (well, I'm claiming) genius:
1. If you don't know what to do, YouTube it.
2. If those dumb 'tutorials' that come with the software don't help you, google it.
3. If you ever have to do a similar project again, you're toast.
4. Before you become toast, find a friend who knows anything about anything and give them cookies to help you. After all, cookies are, all around, better than toast.
I sincerely hope that helps.
For one of my classes, we had to make a video and put it on YouTube for the rest of the class to see and learn from. We chose to do Communication in Healthcare, specifically prompting techniques in listening (not important). Anyways, the story of why I became the editor.
The convenience of being in a group with my housemates was very enticing. It has been very windy here and I didn't want to be blown away if I stepped outside to join another group. I'm not that inconsiderate that I would limit my group choices because of the weather, after all, they can always come to my house for some almost-fresh cookies. Unfortunately, my expensive high-tech video camera, the same one that still has videos on it from the Olympics, February 2010, was a deciding factor. My group chose me, signed me up, and decided we were using my camera.
Okay, you aren't getting cookies.
I started some of the project on my own, the full extent including the title and what each person's name was going to be in the skits. The entire project would become my slightly hazy, lopsided vision causing me to do more work than Steven Harper has done in his lifetime.
That's what you get for having 'the vision'. That's what they called it anyway. I think it was their excuse to break out the cookies and watch me struggle plugging the camera into the computer.
I will share with you the master piece. I did everything for this project except the voice-music balancing. That's because I didn't know how to, therefore, it remains not done.
Watch out, world, adot is going to be changing her name to some form of `Steve` because all Steve`s are smart- Steve Jobs, Stephen Hawking, my uncle Steve who is in Africa escaping OSAP loans (I presume), Stephen.....Harper (lol). Forget Apple, no one wants fruit, I`m naming my aspiring company Cookies!
Whuud up 2 Harper mentions in one post. Did you forget I was Canadian, eh...
Darn good and sure of it,
Friday, 2 March 2012
I received this email the other day, which I thought to be quite humourous. I am often referred as being ‘ethnically unjust’ and a ‘dumb blonde’. I would like to clarify: I make fun of everyone, not just other backgrounds, but white, English people are easy to pick on too. I can’t be a racist if I hate everyone equally, correct?? Also, about the dumb blonde thing… Okay, all blondes are not dumb, and you are dumb for calling me a dumb blonde. It’s not cool. You’re not funny. Stupid brunettes. And gingers. And black-haired people.
About this email… it is about the Dutch people. Some people (mostly co-workers) look at me, blonde hair and blue eyes, and say, “yep, Dutch”. In fact, I am unfortunately unsure. Part of me wants to be, so I can be a part of this whole scenario. The other part of me doesn’t really know if I am at least part Dutch.
You see, in grade 7, I was told this story by the infamous Grampa, and the general idea was this:
A long long time ago, my great great grandfather (my Grampa’s Grampa) came to Canada. He was being charged with murder in 3 countries: Netherlands, Germany and England. He stole a cow in the Netherlands, tied his only jacket up underneath of the cows stomach, and rode it all the way through Germany, where he could steal a boat from a dock. He took the little boat, and paddled all the way to Canada, drinking only ocean water, and eating only ‘fresh beef’. When he got to Canada, He arrived in Victoria, BC. Not 24 hours after arriving, a new African American immigrant to Canada tried to pick pocket him. He felt someone trying to steal his only belongings: a pack of cigarettes and a pocket watch, so he shot him in the chest. Fleeing worked the first time, so he gathered his nothingness and walked along the Railroad tracks all the way to New Brunswick where he settled down and had a family, never to be caught by the police.
Yes, there are many MANY geographical and logistical errors in his story, but in grade 7, I was just excited to tell my class how my family came to Canada. I'm surprised I wasn’t kicked out of my Catholic Elementary school for such a story.
Point of story: I don’t really know, to this date, what background (other than East Coastern) my Grampa’s family is from and therefore do not know if I can share in the randomness of the new Netherlands in the following email:
This should be the way for Canada too........Lets see if John Duncan has an answer.
Go Dutch - but why wait until 2013?
The Netherlands , where six per cent of the population is now Muslim, is scrapping multiculturalism:
The Dutch government says it will abandon the long-standing model of multiculturalism that has encouraged Muslim immigrants to create a parallel society within the Netherlands .
A new integration bill, which Dutch Interior Minister Piet Hein Donner presented to parliament on June 16, reads: "The government shares the social dissatisfaction over the multicultural society model and plans to shift priority to the values of the Dutch people.
In the new integration system, the values of the Dutch society play a central role.
With this change, the government steps away from the model of a multicultural society.
The letter continues: "A more obligatory integration is justified because the government also demands that from its own citizens.
It is necessary because otherwise the society gradually grows apart and eventually no one feels at home anymore in the Netherlands ..
The new integration policy will place more demands on immigrants. For example, immigrants will be required to learn the Dutch language,
and the government will take a tougher approach to immigrants who ignore Dutch values or disobey Dutch law.
The government will also stop offering special subsidies for Muslim immigrants because, according to Donner;
"It is not the government's job to integrate immigrants." (How bloody true).
The government will introduce new legislation that outlaws forced marriages and will also impose tougher measures against Muslim immigrants who lower their chances of employment by the way they dress.
More specifically, the government will impose a ban on face-covering, Islamic burqas as of January 1, 2013.
Holland has done that whole liberal thing, and realised - maybe too late - that creating a nation of tribes will kill the nation itself.
The future of Australia , the UK and Canada may well be read here.
READERS NOTE: Muslim immigrants leave their countries of birth because of civil and political unrest "CREATED BY THE VERY NATURE OF THEIR CULTURE."
Countries like Holland Canada the UK and Australia have an established way of life that actually works, so why embrace the unworkable? If Muslims do not wish to accept another culture, the answer is simple;
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!!"
This gives a whole new meaning to the term; 'Dutch Courage' - Unfortunately Australian UK and Canadian politicians don't have the ... guts to do the same. There's a whole lot of truth here!!!!
ELECTION 2013 IS COMING A Nation of Sheep, Breeds a Government of Wolves! I'M 100% for PASSING THIS ON!!!
Let's Take a Stand!!!
Language: English only!
Culture: English Constitution, is the Bill of Rights!
Drug Free: Mandatory Drug Screening before Welfare!
NO freebies to: Non-Citizens! We the people are coming!!!
Darn good and sure of it,
Thursday, 1 March 2012
I am not a very good navigator, so my descriptions as to where things are might be confusing...
I use my super-huge-make-me-feel-important desk as a headboard to the very old, squeaky bed that Jillian's kind family gave too poor old me last year. I designed the cupboard-box (designing a box...great achievement) that goes along the wall on the other side of my bed, then spray-painted it black to match my big, important desk. I think it looks cool, but the only thing is, this is the only way my furniture can ever be situated.
|...In case you didnt believe me about the sheets. OH LOOK, a Toy Story pillow case!! I wonder how that got there...|
I'm okay with that, though. I'm not "one of those" who weekly must switch it up. In fact, if you move anything in my room, I will most definitely trip over it on my way to the washroom at 4am.
Not only that, but my very narrow, long room doesn't allow for much spontaneity in the furniture category. It took weeks of planning to figure out where I was going to put my little mirror-desk contraption for best spatial arrangement.
|My mirror-desk contraption. It is a mirror on top of the desk leaning against the wall. Oh, that Toy Story calendar...I'm holding it for a friend...|
And really, how else can I situate my super cute reading area with my super cute old-granny rocking chair. Oh yeah, I painted that black, too, to match my giganto, efficient desk, cupboard-box and tablecloth covered mirror-desk contraption.
|My cubby. My love.|
The thing is, I have everything in my room perfect right now. Why would I put something somewhere that it is not perfect for? Therefore, why would I ever need to move my room around??
Oh yeah, I'm moving in a month :(
Darn good and sure of it,