Mini-Blogs, Set Eight

And mini-blogs make a return after more than five months! While I know that nowadays I'm usually writing mini-blogs as their own posts, there's a few things I wanted to address with a good ol' one-two punch. So, here we go!

I AM SERIOUS
Have you always wanted an emoticon to perfectly capture former New York governor Eliot Spitzer. Well, I think I have something that works quite well.

:-[

Specifically with the bracket.

(Don't get it? Look at these reference photos, and it may become a bit more obvious.)

(Also, 50 dozen respect points to anyone who gets the reference in the title.)


What's In a Name?
So, this semester, after some soul searching (and scam searching), I decided to become a member of the Golden Key International Honour Society. As I just mentioned, I was concerned about it being a scam similar to Who's Who Among What-Have-You. However, from all I've seen, it's fully legit, and the Berkeley chapter apparently prides itself on being particularly active. Seeing as I receive an email from them almost every day, I won't debate them.

Anyway, today was the official induction ceremony. For the most part, it was relatively ho-hum, as the co-presidents had to battle with both a feedback-blaring sound system and their own lack of enthusiasm. However, one of the benefits of going is that you received a certificate (because certificates mean something!).

So, here's mine.This all seems rather uninteresting, until you consider the fact that my name is Andrew David Schnorr. Then it becomes somewhat amusing, for one of three reasons:
1. Whoever printed these out has no clue what they're doing and make whole-word typos.
2. Whoever printed these know that in my family, the firstborn son's middle name is the father's first name, had the father been the firstborn son in his family. However, he didn't realize that my Uncle Joe was not only not the firstborn son in his family, but is also not my father (as evidenced by the fact that I call him Uncle Joe).
3. There is another Andrew Schnorr out there with the middle name Joseph who received my certificate by mistake. If this be the case, I must hunt this Andrew Schnorr down and eliminate him, Highlander-fashion.


Yet Another Thing for Guests to Look At
So, about a week ago, I put the 45th picture/poster/print on my wall (yes, that is a lot). This is one I've been looking at for a while, and it's one I've always liked. It's actually a travel advertisement from the 1930s or 40s. It features what I think is one of the coolest lithographs ever. Here, take a look.You'll note that it's right next to my door. So basically, every time I go to leave, I can't help but think of something I'd rather be doing. :P


A Little Bird Told Me...
5 years ago, you ask me what I think about crows, I'd probably tell you I hate them, or at least that they "worry" me.

Nowadays? Nowadays, I have half a dozen t-shirts with crows on them. (Mostly from this company called "Stranded" which I think makes great shirts.) And I no longer harbor any sort of resentment towards them; rather, I hold a sort of fascination. What's changed? Here's a few possibilities:
1. I've become a Native American shaman who uses crows to predict weather patterns.
2. I've become enamored with Brandon Lee movies.
3. I've become a goth (a popular theory with friends and family for some reason).

I think the truth is a little simpler. I believe I've become more "in-tune" with animals in general over the past several years (not in a hippie way; more of a Francis of Assisi way). Nowadays, I find crows to be just another fascinating species of bird.

That, and they look really cool on shirts.