On February 2nd of this year, I started a project. I didn’t plan on it going very far, I just had this idea in my head that I wanted to get out. Originally, it was just going to be a standalone prologue for a story I’d never finish, just to fill my Thursday “fiction” slot for Bri 2.0. But it grew from there, and to my surprise, that standalone prologue had a lot more potential. And so, Eugenia was born. Continue reading “On Finishing”
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Things on my Desk
The Adam Castles: It Gets Better
Hold that door!
Twice now, I’ve been a part of a rather strange exchange, one that’s only ever happened a couple times before. I’ll be walking towards a building, obviously intending to go inside, and a boy will hold the door for me. Normally, this isn’t a big deal, people hold doors for each other all the time, but what makes these two situations anomalous is the distance. See, both times, I was a good 10-20 feet from the door. If these boys had continued walking instead of waiting to hold the door for me, the door would have shut behind them. Usually, this is a good measure of how close one must be to have the door held.
From The Billings Gazette, a blogger had this to say on door holding etiquette:
1. If eye contact is established, you must remain to hold open the door
2. If there is more than one person entering, and one member of that group is a male, it is his duty to take over the door holding duty until all women have entered or he is relived in the same fashion
3. Anyone who has their hands full or is carrying a large load gets the door held open for them, regardless of eye contact or gender
Now, back to me. In neither of these situations I speak of was eye contact established or did I have my hands full. I was completely capable, in both situations, to hold the door for myself, again seeing as the door would have fallen shut on its own far before I could get to the door. So why did these two boys break the social contract of door holding?
According to the first comment on the aforementioned door etiquette tips, “How long you hold the door is directly proportional to how hot the woman is.”
Could this be the reason these two boys decided to wait an extra fifteen to twenty seconds to hold the door open for me? I’d certainly like to think so. The only other possibility I’ve been able to come up with was that these two gentlemen are just particularly polite and not in a hurry. As I currently reside in Oregon this makes sense, but is anyone really that polite? The only reason these two events stood out so much was because these two boys really did go out of their way to allow me easy access into a building.
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Food
Yesterday, I took part in a “food forum” for my university, which basically meant that me and a couple other people sat down with the people in charge of the dining services and tell them what I thought. And it really got me thinking about my personal food choices. Continue reading “Food”
B Street Permaculture
The Adam Castles: Aimless
Howdy
Well howdy to you too, Kyle. Still a bit confused as to why you even notice me, but thanks anyways. However, I’d like to pose a question. Do you know my name? Yeah, didn’t think so. But you hold the door for me and smile and stuff so I suppose I’ll forgive you. Not like my name matters, really, as long as you aren’t rude. Continue reading “Howdy”
Night at the Opera
Wednesday I went to the Opera. I didn’t think I’d actually have anything past a few tweets about it, but it was an incredibly long and weirdly hillarious night, so I felt like a blog was necessary.
First, my ride. My seminar class (all the freshman went, and each seminar class had different transportation) decided to carpool because a few people had cars. I don’t know that many people in my class, so I just waited until two of the cars filled up and then jumped in the third. My tweet: “I’m in a car full of football players on my way to the opera. Never thought this would be a situation I’d find myself in.” Continue reading “Night at the Opera”
Don’t leave me now
On Saturday I talked to Bart for two hours while browsing Goodwill and Safeway with Ellen. Then he called me later that night and I sat in the staircase talking to him for another hour. Then he called me the next morning for a little while, just to check up. Just when I start thinking I give him too much credit, he does something like this. Continue reading “Don’t leave me now”