Tuesday, September 27, 2011

"Just to see you in it."

Dear Globlets,

About a week before my birthday, after work, I walked down one of the halls at the mall, and as usual, I walked by Danier. I have always wanted a leather jacket. I had one in my closet for a few years, worn maybe twice, but not any more because it was too big for me. I didn't feel sexy in it, and what's the point of wearing a leather jacket if it doesn't make you feel sexy. I went into the store, and I tried the smallest gloves they had, but my short, stubby fingers did not reach the tips. They never do. I glanced at the wallets. I walked around, looked up, and on a high shelf sat a mannequin wearing a black leather jacket with ruffles lining the zipper, collar, and sleeves. It came in at the mannequin's waist, and the lines on it slimmed the skinny mannequin even more. I just wanted to see the jacket, to touch it. I didn't have to try it on. But there it was. All $379 of it. Some stores put nice clothes up high on the walls to deter short people like me from trying/purchasing them, but not this one. I knew that if I tried it and I loved it, there would be no way in hell I could ever have it, even if I got the $50 off every $150 (which meant $100 off).

I grabbed the first one off the rack. I put it on, zipped it up, and it hugged every curve perfectly. It fit like a glove. "Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no."

I said to the sales lady that perhaps I should have a bake sale, or start a leather jacket fund that my family could contribute to - after all, it was my birthday coming up. She asked if she should write down the model number, and I said yes, really just to go online and look at it. And weep.

A few days later, I asked my mom to come into the mall after work so I could at least be seen by one other person in the jacket. When I put it on, it was kind of like this all over again:

I took a deep breath, took it off, and we left the store in search of a jacket that I actually needed.

I guess my mom mentioned it to my grandparents, and, knowing the cost, and the fact that the sale ended the day before my grandparents came over, when asked about a certain jacket that I'd found, I denied everything. I didn't know what they were talking about. There was nothing to talk about.

After my afternoon class, my grandparents took me to the mall on a mission to find a Spring/Fall jacket for me. Around the time we found one at Winners and we were on the way to Safeway to pick up a cake, I thought I'd share with my grandma, who appreciates quality clothing, a little about that leather jacket. "It has a braided trim, and there are ruffles on the inside, too, so if you wear the jacket open, you can see ruffles on both sides. It was really well-made."
"Well, let's go see it!" said my grandma.
"What's that? A jacket?" My grandpa overheard.
"NOTHING! Nope. Nothing. There is no jacket," I said.
"Why don't we go see it? Just to see you in it," said my grandpa.
"Even if I showed you the jacket, and there is no jacket, the sale ended yesterday. It's not a hundred dollars off anymore."
"I can get that sale price. We'll go there right now."
"No! I won't tell you where it is." I hate bargaining, and I didn't want to see my grandpa ask for the lower price and have the lady say no.

After some more "'Let's go see the jacket!' - 'What jacket?'" it was decided that we would pick up my mom from work and go see the jacket.

Before entering Danier, I gave a final warning, "I think this is a bad idea!" and my mom shoved me into the store.

There it was, except this time it was brown. I hadn't seen the brown one before, and then I loved it just a little bit more. Plus, the price had been marked down to $200.
"See? Isn't it a good thing we came? And you didn't want to. Now you have to trust Dziadzius," my grandpa said. Obviously, they loved it. You'd have to be insane not to. I tried on the XXS in the brown. (The black XXS one was the one that fit me like a glove.) I said it felt tighter than the black one, but it still looked amazing. So, I tried the XS in the brown. It was nice, but not quite the same. Back to the brown XXS. I found it tighter still, so I tried the original black XXS, which felt ever so slightly better. But maybe the XS in the brown was okay. I put that one on again. Then the black XXS. Then the brown XXS. And this went on and on, and finally we had to decide between the brown XXS and black XXS.


Hi. My name is Oriana, and I am the proud owner of a brown XXS leather jacket that, especially with the shortened sleeves, fits me better than any glove I've ever worn. And that's not just because gloves never fit me.

As for my old leather jacket? After trying it on to see if my grandma could take it in, she asked if she could try it. It fits her! So, we both got leather jackets.

$200 was a price I could live with. $279 was not. I've always been bad at getting gifts, especially expensive ones, but I love my jacket, and I'm glad we went in "just to see [me] in it."

(I was going to post a photo of it from Danier.com, but the model doesn't do the jacket justice. I will show you how it's supposed to look - with me in it.)


Dear Globlets,

There's nothing worse than an "I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately; I promise to post more" post. I don't like reading them, and I don't like writing them. Even so, I'll make a quick apology and a weak excuse about not finding time between work and school, even though there are people far busier than I am who somehow manage to do way more outside of work/school. I hate those people. Damn time-management magicians.

"In the criminal law, an omission, or failure to act, will constitute an actus reus (Latin for "guilty act") and give rise to liability only when the law imposes a duty to act and the defendant is in breach of that duty." From Wiki.


I'm going to make a separate post that's actually interesting...

Sunday, September 4, 2011

For Learning.

Dear Globlets,

Have you ever heard of Neil Tyson? He's an astrophysicist who has often hosted the TV program, "NOVAScienceNOW," on PBS, where a wide range of topics are examined: from space to Autotune to genetics. He also may or may not have had something to do with the demotion of Pluto as a planet. And if he were to marry my mother, they would certainly have my blessing. Recently, he was a guest on "Real Time with Bill Maher," and the topic of what Tyson would do if he were president came up. After more and more people asked him about it, including the NY Times, he responded with this:

If I Were President...
August 21, 2011 in the Read section

The New York Times

August 21, 2011

Part of collection of opinions on the topic: "If I Were President..." which appeared in the Sunday Review section. What follows is the unedited version of what was published.

The question, “If I were President I’d…” implies that if you swap out one leader, put in another, then all will be well with America—as though our leaders are the cause of all ailments.

That must be why we’ve created a tradition of rampant attacks on our politicians. Are they too conservative for you? Too liberal? Too religious? Too atheist? Too gay? Too anti-gay? Too rich? Too dumb? Too smart? Too ethnic? Too philanderous? Curious behavior, given that we elect 88% of Congress every two years.

A second tradition-in-progress is the expectation that everyone else in our culturally pluralistic land should hold exactly your own outlook, on all issues.

When you’re scientifically literate, the world looks different to you. It’s a particular way of questioning what you see and hear. When empowered by this state of mind, objective realities matter. These are the truths of the world that exist outside of whatever your belief system tells you.

One objective reality is that our government doesn’t work, not because we have dysfunctional politicians, but because we have dysfunctional voters. As a scientist and educator, my goal, then, is not to become President and lead a dysfunctional electorate, but to enlighten the electorate so they might choose the right leaders in the first place.

Neil deGrasse Tyson

(Bold face by me.)

I love how neutral and reasonable he is... How objective. I wish more people were capable of stepping out of their circle of comfort and beliefs to analyze what's inside of it from a non-cozy/warm/familiar place - not from an uncomfortable place, but a neutral, understanding place, and maybe even ask why they think what they think.

Of course, one cannot blame all that goes wrong on a single leader, even though many leaders do things that go against even the most basic of human rights. The problem is, we elect them. Why do we elect them? Some of us don't even know. Some of us vote for people just because they're a Republican, or just because they're a Democrat, without really looking at their agendas. I saw a clip a long time ago where a reporter was asking people why they were voting for "so-and-so," as they were waving signs at passersby, and they responded with something like, "Because they're for [this] and against [this]," and the reporter asked where they got that information. "I don't know. I just know that he's for [this] and against [this]." I think it was Rachel Maddow. It was a very telling segment. I doubt that very many voters in the US actually spend enough time to think about why they want to elect one person over another. By listening to the talk of one politician, and one politician only, or only one viewpoint, how can a person know for sure if they're making the right decision? The other guy might actually have better ideas, even if they're not part of the party you usually vote for.

Everything goes back to education. All the problems in the world would be solved if everyone had proper access to good education. If only man's greed for money and power could be exchanged for a greed for learning...

(Apologies for switching between "your" and "one's" when I was making examples and stuff... It's 11:30 and I'm tired.)