strike

So, my union at school may be calling a strike; we'll know on Sunday whether or not it is going to happen. I am pulled in two directions about it: one which says that it is unfair to the foreign students who pay so much to attend classes and don't have the benefit of the union, and the other, which wants to participate in collective bargaining for the things we're entitled to and have a right to demand. Ugh.

Also, I want to finish my thesis, so 20 hours a week on the picket line is going to cut into that kind of plan... but either way, I'm on board, and will do what I have to do as one piece in the giant machine of the university.

Honestly?

Between those stupid girls in their ugly Uggs, and the Ipod phenomemon, I'm investing in orthotics and hearing aids when I have money for stocks.

"A new warning for MP-3 Player users.
Scientists in Europe say you could suffer permanent hearing loss if you listen with the volume turned up loud for five years.
There's growing concern because now you can crank up the newer MP-3 Players louder and louder- without any loss of sound quality."

dogs

We found a dog and I'm in love. He's the sweetest pooch ever, and tomorrow I have to try to find the owners who let him go without tags, and with a confusing pink leash. While I am not inclined to draw gender stereotypes based on pink or blue, most of thug life is, and so "Chester" the boy dog's pink leash and too-tight harness beg a lot of questions. We had been wanting a dog, but knew that this would be a bad year for a puppy, so this find is a godsend, except that we don't know if we get to keep him or not. *sigh*