Classy

cha·os ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ks)
n.

1. A condition or place of great disorder or confusion.
2. A disorderly mass; a jumble: The desk was a chaos of papers and unopened letters.
3. often Chaos The disordered state of unformed matter and
   infinite space supposed in some cosmogonic views to have existed before
   the ordered universe.
4. Mathematics. A dynamical system that has a sensitive dependence on its initial conditions.
5. Obsolete. An abyss; a chasm.

punk¹ ( P ) Pronunciation Key (pngk)
n.

1. Slang.
   1. A young person, especially a member of a rebellious counterculture group.
   2. An inexperienced young man.
2. Music.
   1. Punk rock.
   2. A punk rocker.
3. 1. Slang. A young man who is the sexual partner of an older man.
   2. Archaic. A prostitute.

fash·ion ( P ) Pronunciation Key (fshn)
n.

1. The prevailing style or custom, as in dress or behavior: out of fashion.
2. Something, such as a garment, that is in the current mode: a swimsuit that is the latest fashion.
3. The style characteristic of the social elite: a man of fashion.
4. 1. Manner or mode; way: Set the table in this fashion.
   2. A personal, often idiosyncratic manner: played the violin in his own curious fashion.
5. Kind or variety; sort: people of all fashions.
6. Shape or form; configuration.

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i read in the ny times yesterday that cool kids are now over the whole low slung low cut low class look that's taken over their closets and floors.

the theory in the adult world is that eventually the pendulum had to swing, cause there's nowhere else to remove clothes from that doesn't break any laws.

my theory is that it's impossible to rebel when there are no rules.

i think that people needed to move back to more basic (as they call its, classic) lines in order to start the revolution going again.  turn up their colors, wear baggy khakis, get parents excited at the prospect of having their kids cover up and dress nicely - lull them, really - and then slowly freak them out again.

i mean, can parents get any more desensitized than buying short shorts for 7 year olds?  having 4 year olds wearing thei jeans so low that their little teeny boxers are sticking out 5"?  (that's a lot of inchage on a small butt)

without rules, without order, there is no chaos, there is only chaos.  YOU CAN"T REBEL AGINST CHAOS

/dresses like a punk anyhow

life and such

avraham starts teaching in about 2.5 weeks, so yesterday we went shopping for clothes.

breakdown:

delia's - i got cords
tommy - hated everything, overpriced for such crap
gap - i got jeans, he got 2 shirts and a sweater
timberland - he got shoes and socks
ralph lauren - he got 4 pairs of (really nice!) pants
brooks brothers - he got two sweaters
eddie bauer - he got 3 shirts, i got 2 shirts, a sweater, and a vest

he looks SO nice.  really, he's just too cute.  if he'd been my teacher in HS, i'd have had a crush on him.

hopefully this will not be an issue at MTA.  *grin*

smack chart

this horrid woman at work is not improving my sleep deprived mood.

went up to meet someone i have to work with as we design the site and she assumes (because i'm female and married) that i've been brought to help her do work gathering data.  she asks how much i dedicate to the site, i tell her it varies.  she asks how much time i can dedicate daily, i ask her what she needs.  she repeats her question, i repeat mine (thoroughly confused, of course).  she then bllows up about if i have time for her, i should just say so.

um, ok.

so i ask her what she needs the time for, and she says it's to collect email addresses.  so i tell her i do'nt have time to do that during the day, and she, brilliantly, launches into an attack on people not wanting to do such work - without ever stopping so i could tell her that what an asshat she is (not in so many words).

quickly retreated, went about trying to find someone to help her, and find taht *every*one here pussy foots around her.  was in the office when she bitched to someone over the phone about my unwillingness to help her.

we tried to find out how much work there is so we'd know who to assign to her, and she flipped out again, this time on the defensive.  i guess she thought we were "questioning" her - really we're just trying to get the fucking work done.

and people actually respect her instead of finding her incredibly offensive and counter productive.

excuse me as i go simmer in anger...

the warriors and the bankers

I've been poking around this site educating myself on my down time, and i ran into  this book, which i've just purchased from them.

while i wasn't impresed with the DaVinci Code to the extent that i actually thought it was true (like some people), i thought Dan brown did an great job of writing an interesting thriller.  he got some facts wrong, but it was fun.

he made random mention of a lot of little details that i thought it'd be fun to look into more on my own time, thus the purchase of this book.

basically, this book posits that the Templars knew they were goign down - so a bunch of them left.  and instead of going to the sea, they went to form a new place for themselves.

interview with one of the authors here.

i'll let you know if it's craptastic or totally cool.

*grin*

there's something quite fun about showing up for work with a hickey

why?

what is this nonsense that frum jews are too good to accept tzedaka from non frum jews?  we're too frum to let give tzedaka, a mitzva?  to let them have a part of talmud torah, a mitzva?  to believe that sometimes if they're not strong enough to lead rum lives, they still want to support it in others?

sick.  this is a sick sick twisted world, and i think God is just a little sadder.

why does someone always have to better than someone else?

ra

i have a co-worker who drives me up a wall.  a wall, i tell you!

she butts in to private moments, private conversations, conversations about people she's never met...

she compulsively talks *all* the time about herself and her family and other such things (i've learned to block it ou).

she made me turn down my "weird" music yesterday cause it botheres her - les mis has never been called that before to my knowledge.

and today the music got shut off.

i'm mourning here, people.  and looking for a new co-worker.  : )