I have a two hour job interview this afternoon. Yikes! I have a feeling it's going to have a lot in common with a soph carousel (programming stations, problem solving/role playing stations, et cetera). If that's the case, I have nothing to worry about. My carousels went well. Aftr all, I was selected to be an Orientation Week soph.
I still hate this looking, though. This searching--I feel like I'm whoring myself, pandering my tricks of the trade, selling my skills to the highest bidder. Nothing like job hunting to make a girl feel cheap.
Some diversions I was lead to by Becky:
A poem generator which, well, generates poems from the contents of your websites. Here's one for this blog:
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familiar... Jim page paper
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of America,
The City the Ages:
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thing I finally saw Manhattan last night. Kerri
and The Dears
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realize anew what
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Where: Aquaint yourself with Scanners:
The weather at the world, is a
fool, but I just want to us Canadian Broadcast
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of fact!Hm.
Something every Danteist does from time to time: try to place his or herself in the Dantean cosmos.
The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very High |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Moderate |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Low |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Moderate |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Moderate |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Very Low |
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
And finally...
The Guardian's Lit Pop Quiz:
You scored 9 out of a possible 10
Born to be Wilde
Congratulations. You are a literary genius. You clearly have spent far too many warm summer days indoors writing frightening verse to a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg. Go out and get some fresh air and buy a Gareth Gates record. (and if you don't know what we're talking about, you're a lot less sad than us)
Okay. So I'm not familiar with Dire Straits' "Romeo and Juliet." But I know my Lit Brit Pop. Just in case there was ever any doubt.
Well, I'm off to cavort with Keats and Yeats. We're in training for our upcoming tag-team match against Morrissey and Oscar Wilde. Heh.
Oh! And before I forget to ask, guess who's going to see the Foo Fighters? Yes, that's right. Me.
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