Amazon Rank
amazon rank
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): amazon ranked1. To censor and exclude on the basis of adult content in literature (except for Playboy, Penthouse, dogfighting and graphic novels depicting incest orgies).
2. To make changes based on inconsistent applications of standards, logic and common sense.Etymology: from 12 April 2009 removal of sales rank figures from books on Amazon.com containing sexual, erotic, romantic, gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered or queer content, rendering them impossible to find through basic search functions at the top of Amazon.com’s website. Titles stripped of their sales rankings include “Bastard Out of Carolina,” “Lady Chatterly’s Lover,” several romance novels, GLBTQ fiction novels, YA books, and narratives about gay people.
Example of usage: “I tried to do a report on Lady Chatterly’s Lover for English Lit, but my teacher amazon ranked me and I got an F on grounds that it was obscene.”
Alternate usage: “My girlfriend wanted to preserve her virginity, and I was happy to respect that, then she amazon ranked and decided anal sex was okay.”
I can’t be the only one watching tonight’s debates and feeling a little sick to my stomach.
obama/biden 08
Someone says “You look pretty today” and I roll my eyes.
They say, “That outfit looks great” and I snort as if they’d told a joke.
I have never taken a compliment by simply saying
“Thank you.”
If you work in a busy, sometimes noisy office like I do, you learn to value and cherish the quiet moments that occur. I take those precious times to write or work on prioritizing my work flow lists for any outstanding projects.
But sometimes, nothing beats pushing away from the desk and taking a walk around the block just to get your thoughts in order.
43Folders has a great article about a snippet of conversation between Barak Obama and David Cameron, the British MP. Senator Obama talks about a piece of advice he once received from someone close to the White House about the importance of scheduling time to yourself to think.
There are days when you think, quite seriously, that life is literally a roller coaster.
Today is one of those days.
I was just getting back from lunch when my cell phone rang. It was the alarm company letting me know that someone was breaking into our house. Knowing that Lori is sleeping during the day and can’t hear a damn thing that goes on downstairs, I was completely freaked out by the fact that some stranger could be wandering around our house, or even go upstairs to her room and she wouldn’t know.
I told the person on the phone that there was someone in the house, and that they weren’t able to hear the alarm, so if there was police or security on the way, they needed to hurry.
When I got home, I noticed there were several unfamiliar cars outside our house. The lawn had been freshly mowed, and our neighbor’s garden gate was standing open. All strange things, except for the lawn. I thought about going next door to see if Josh could walk into the house with me, but decided I was being nuts and with phone in hand, went in.
The back door was standing open and the alarm was going off. I turned off the alarm, checked the door and called the company to say that the house was fine.
I could see the people whose car was in front of our house get back in and leave. They looked… well, they were looking around a lot … which made me freak out again, so I decided to over and talk to Josh. See if he’d seen anything.
Now Josh is a great guy. His wife is a nurse like Lori and they’ve been super awesome to us. They helped build our fence, we’ve had Josh over for dinner. He’s quirky and funny and just an all around helpful and sweet guy.
When I knocked on the front door, a strange man answered and I immediately started feeling strange. But I could see Josh’s wife and I could see a baby bassinet right behind him and he was whispering so I thought, ok. No problem, baby sleeping. Calm down ‘Chelle, seriously.
And then the bomb shell dropped.
“Josh died yesterday.”
…
His wife and his sweet 6 week old baby are suddenly alone in the world, and my freak out about having our house broken into is suddenly and horribly put into perspective.
Boss has told me to stay home, for which I am grateful, because I’m just …
anyway.
Gonna have a little quiet time I think. Then call everyone I know and tell them how much they mean to me.
Then drink a lot.
The story goes like this.
I went to BlogHer not expecting much and after two days I take away a new inspiration to begin blogging again. It’s funny where you find passion, you know? You see it in little places, small spaces and then for a moment, it brushes against you and inspires you to find something to be passionate about.
BlogHer has done that with me.
I want to find my passion again. I want to find a joy in my voice.
Tomorrow I begin to Zen my online life. Simplify and focus.
Tomorrow is a new day.
I’m a week out from vacation time. Less than a week actually. And I couldn’t be happier. Need a week of reading, because that would be realllly nice.
I’ve decided to go buy new curtains for my room. I would like something that shuts out the sun a bit more in the mornings. I’m tired of waking up with the sun on the weekends. Maybe some of my sleeping problems weren’t my bed’s fault. Maybe some of it was the fact that light was coming into my room and effecting my sleep. Things that make you go hmmm indeed.
Beowulf is going to release next weekend. I think. I’m excited about seeing it. I know it’s getting panned a lot of places, but I think its gonna be really rockin.
Work will be busy this week. Lots to do. Lots to get done. I’m not in any way ready.
Vacation in a week.
*gulp*
I meant to write something today. It’s amazing how much stress can corrode your brain until there’s nothing left but the ability to sit on the couch and watch numbing tv.
Mom and Dad are out of India and Nepal or where ever else it was they were supposed to be the last couple of weeks. They’re in Amsterdam, most likely looking for clean water and toilets you sit on. Then it’s off to Poland for them. I’m jealous, if I didn’t have this show to do in a couple of weeks, I would have gone too. Next time.
Cale and I talk about Heroes and Lost every week. It’s part of our morning rituals.
Heroes had its season finale this past Monday and Lost’s is tonight last night. I’m wondering what the next show in line for our morning chat will be. I’m going to put my vote in right now for “So you think you can dance?” Last year I got sucked into that show what with it’s crazy legs and cute boys flirting with … well everyone on stage. It was a beautiful thing.
I think I had a lot more to say, but I can’t remember now.
So instead, watch this. It’s pretty.
