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Name: Jamie
Birthday: 4/7/1988
Interests: Character is higher than intellect. A great soul will be strong to live as well as think. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Expertise: analysis, debate, cooking, leadership theory, poetry, foster care reform, polka dots, ageism, homeschooling, behavioral therapy, and origami
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
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AIM:  rachtothemusic
MSN: jennamademe@hotmail.com
Member Since:
2/9/2005
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| ...I know that there is good...
God is so good. Even though He can do anything beyond
what I could ever dream of or imagine, sometimes He shows me that His
glory is sufficient to fulfill even the wildest conceptual configurings
of my mind.
...and I sang and danced about a high-rise...
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Dear World, [with a capital W because you are that cruel and powerful]
I have decided that you shall call me by a different name. [My finite
understanding has slightly, merely glimpsed the error of taking a name
in vain]
Love, [you have my permission to wince at the irony]
~Jamie or Emma [I am leaning towards "Jamie" because it will fit better in campaign slogans]
Der Wille zur Macht
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| My computer went to PC purgatory. And God [with the help of a new power supply unit] raised it from the dead. Apparently I am divinely destined to do some research before Nats. [Michael will be happy about that.]
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As if senior year weren't hectic enough, people demand pictures of us looking all friendly and relaxed. Relaxed senior? HAH. I think it's another oxymoronic term... Fortunately for me, my photogenic photographer was able to click off a dozen pics of me that aren't quite as revolting as some lurking about on the web. If you have a strong stomach and an extra 5 minutes or so, I'd love it if you'd...
1. Look at the pics. Yes, please. All of them. With your eyes open, preferably.
2. Formulate an opinion as to the relative and individual merits of the photographs.
3. Comment here [or otherwise communicate to me] to tell me which one or three you liked best [or hated least] and which should be my senior pic.
Go fish [click here to access my "Senior Picture Pool"].
Edit: I just realized how sweet and demure all those pictures look. Hurrah for revisionism -- my political career is officially underway. 
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When I get old, I want to have the face of H.Miers, the audacity of H.Clinton, the wit of H.Munro, the spirit of H.Rey, and the fame of H.theEighth.
H.Yes.
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| Hi.
If I said I didn't miss xanga, I'd be lying.
If I said I did miss xanga, that wouldn't be the most truthful thing I've ever said either.
So I'll just say...
hi. =)
The Obligatory "Where-in-the-WORLD-Have-[I]-Been!?!" Explanation
For a really recent glimpse into my life, go here.
Before then, I re-met God, got my drivers permit, tasted alligator,
wore a pink pointy princess cap for six-and-a-half hours, climbed a
couple of mountains, earned straight As in my six college classes,
bought Guild Wars for PC,
made more U-turns in Atlanta than is humanly possible, taught a dozen
hispanic extended relatives how to do the electric slide, applied and
was accepted to Patrick Henry College,
expanded my definition of art to include piles of candy, worked an
average of nineteen hours a week, and went on my first date.
Okay, just kidding about the first date part [unless that one night with Allan
counts... but group dates aren't /real/ dates. ] The rest of my list
of my adventures, however, is quite accurate [if incomplete.]
Like You Really Cared
Well, if you don't think I'm interesting, you should just go watch this.
[That's why people post links to funny articles and movies, because
they don't think they themselves are interesting enough. For proof,
look at Rob Fee's xanga. Does he
ever post links to anything? Actually, I think the first four words of
that last sentence stand alone as a question. But really, I think I'm
on to something here.]
Running Out of Clever Titles
Today I laughed really hard at a lot of of funny things during
physics class, and I don't even remember what they were. In a minute I
am going to flip open my cell phone and speed-dial a memorized phone
number. A couple of days ago I really, really missed Molli
[andJayni,too.] Yesterday I dreamed of being beautiful someday, and
hoped someone would notice sometime. Tomorrow we will rise to meet the
challenge of defenestrating cliches and clawing outside the box of our
respective perspectives, we will ramble for hours about
pseudo-psychological-sociological-theological unresolvable arguments,
and we will enjoy every third nanosecond of it. I didn't know whether
to italicize or bold this paragraph, so I decided to be honest and just
post it in regular font, because they are regular thoughts.
A Final Reflection
I used to be a very good blogger-ess. Seriously, people should
go back and read my old posts because I used to be clever and sometimes
humorous. As far as my future in the wide world of webjournals goes, I
don't know. I do have a myspace,
and because myspace totally owns xanga, [xanga is doggy-paddling
furiously in pathetic imitation as myspace cowbungas on the wave of the
future] I may be more consistent in my appearances there. Then again,
there's this time-consuming matter of taking over the world...
Pax out.
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| NPR is absolutely hilarious. Listening to their interpretation of news [or what they consider news-worthy] in the morning is always an amusing way to start off the day. Yesterday morning, for instance, I was treated to the information that Matthew and Joseph Baker had been apprehended and indicted for stealing $200,000 in stamps from post offices across FL, Kentucky, and Ohio.
No, I'm sure the Baker brothers we know and love had a legitimate way of acquiring tournament monies. Still, that's a certain disadvantage to having a common name: one could get mixed up with dangerous stamp-stealing criminals. Now, if you see my name in the newspaper [or on a post office bulletin board], you'll know that there really could be no mistake... Not that I'm considering breaking the law anytime soon, *cough* although I never know what my inner right-wing fanatic will do next. [I was actually going to try to fix the problem with a "Twelve Steps to Tolerance" program, but unfortunately the organization was sued out of existance, for discriminating against victims of innumeracy and other mathematically illiterate individuals.]
Ehh... back on topic. Sometimes distinctions are superfluous; sometimes any one of the kind will do. For instance, if I mentioned that a black snake decided to join me for lunch yesterday, that statement presupposes that one black racer is equally as [un]desirable as another, and substitution of another black racer would have not altered my afternoon in the slightest. There would be no need to further single out this particular snake as "Matt"... *cough* not like I named him, or anything.
Now that I think about it, calling him Matt would only lead to more identification problems. Consider:
"Guess who I saw at lunch today?"
"I give up. Who?"
"Matt!"
"Oh, I didn't know he was taking classes at your college."
"Uh, he doesn't... he kind of just hangs out by the lake and around the garbage cans."
"Which of the eleven matts that you know are we talking about?"
"The 12th one -- Matt!"
In one sense, a generally accepted, more common name for a child isn't such a bad thing... I think parents have an automatic reflex horror of handles like Archibald and Hyacinthe, and so stick to more sensible names like Matt and Lisa, that can't be reshaped into embarrassing nicknames. On the other hand, unique nomenclature /is/ fascinating and better promotes a separate identity of the subject. I wonder if my life would have been different if I had been named Jane... I guess I'll never know. As it is, I'm the only one of me Google admits exists [note: although I do find it very amusing that the sponsored link that appears when my name is googled inside quotations is www.find-singlegirls.com.]
Anyway, this has been a rather rambly post, which I would apologize for except for the fact that no one's complained about it yet. [Clicking the "submit" button on this post will probably change that, though.]
Good night and good morning and good afternoon... may your days be filled with the joy of fresh violets bursting open in the spring and fresh aim conversation windows popping up on your screen...
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