Yet Another Reason Why I Don’t Like Car Dealerships (And Why I Love Amazon Prime)

Wow, a daytime post. Yada yada yada.

So, last week, the lightning adapter on my car’s iPhone charger came off and disappeared somewhere in or out of my car. So, I went to Target, bought a new adapter, put it on the cord, plugged it back in, and…nothing. When I tried to take it off, it was stuck. So stuck that I literally had to rip it off, damaging the iPhone charger cord in the process. I took it to Graphite (a niche computer store on University Avenue with actual technicians who know what they are talking about, unlike Target), and they said that it was a specialty piece for my car, and they had nothing like it in their store. They suggested I either a) go to the dealership, or b) go online (they did a cursory search, and found one for $50).

I chose the first option, and after a few days (and buying a cheap cigarette lighter charger that would charge my phone, but not play music over the stereo system), I went to a Nissan dealership that shall remain unnamed, to see if they could help me. I was directed to the parts department, gave them my cord, and after about 10 minutes, the guy who works there returned, and said.

“We have one left in stock. It’s $100”

Obviously, no deal. After calling my dad in shock at how much this stupid cord cost, I decided to look online for one. So last night, I went on Amazon and searched. I found a cord advertised for 2013 model of my car (which is 2015) that looked very similar, so I put it in my cart and bought it. How much was it?

Fourteen. Ninety. Nine.

And because I’m an Amazon Prime member, there was free one-day shipping or free two-day shipping available (but seriously, why would you want two-day shipping when you could have one-day shipping? Logic?). Despite ordering it relatively late at night, it showed up early this morning, having come from Indiana (despite the return address being a warehouse in Kentucky). I got in my car at about 1 PM, plugged it into the car, put on the Lightning adapter, and plugged my iPhone in, and prayed that it would work.

Unsurprisingly, it did.

Seriously, car dealership guy, not cool. 100 dollars for something I could get online for 14.99? This is why nobody wants to be friends with you. People claim that the Internet can be bad for business, but in this case? Not so much.

And that’s another reason why a) car dealerships are terrible and b) Amazon Prime is amazing.


Rolls and Ghosts, Goals and Roasts

Yeah, weird title, I know, but it’s been a weird, weird day. At the risk of this being another blah post about the uneventful part of my life, I have to say that I have no clue why I’m so tired today; I slept until 11-something, got up, got my hair done, went to the office, then did a huge bunch of errands, including going to Graphite, Kohls for their Father’s Day sale (where I scored some pretty sweet deals), Woodman’s, the gas station, Whole Foods, and Starbucks (where I caught up on emails, reading blogs and started my pleasure reading for the day, all while trying not to slump over and fall asleep), and now I’m back in bed, hanging out on the blog, and I feel like I could just drift off right now even though it’s only 11:30…and I didn’t even go to the gym today or anything that physically taxing, other than walking down the long, long aisles of Woodman’s, and putting my 14th 16-pen-pals-in-2016 letter in the mail box (hint hint: that means I want to write hand-written letters to two more people, so if you want one, here’s your chance!)

So this is almost like a staying in and getting real night, except I’m not really skipping anything to do it, and that’s why it isn’t. Great rationalizing, Jacob.


So, I’m starting to think my summer reading goals (each day = 1 book for prelims, 1 play, 200-300 pages for pleasure, and an article if I finish all that) are a bit unrealistic. I think that as of today, Thursday, I’ve read 2 books for prelims, a few plays and maybe 200 pages for pleasure, and if I want to catch up, I need to read 4 more books for prelims by the end of tomorrow, which is probably not going to happen, since all I’ve read today is for pleasure, and I probably did not even retain most of that. Either way, I am welcoming suggestions as to if I should restructure this so it’s not a chore, and how to do so. And also welcoming suggestions for my Library Ephemera reading challenge, hint hint, you know you want to click it and vote 🙂

And as far as the roast.

I’m not as creative as Ryan Higa, Jenna Marbles, or Superwoman, but I enjoyed watching their roasts of themselves that they posted on their respective YouTube channels today. It’s refreshing in this day and age to see people who don’t take themselves too seriously, and appreciate the value of a good laugh brought about by some sarcastic and well-placed self-criticism. I don’t make videos, but if I did, I would, so here’s the next best thing:

That’s So Roasted: A That’s So Jacob Roast

So there’s this guy Jacob and he has a blog

He claims he’s a good writer but his words come out in fog.

Almost 1400 followers, but less than 100 hits a day

There’s something about this dude that makes them want to stay away.

He’s always taking posts down and rearranging

Like the leaves on the trees and the seasons always changing

He makes bad puns that sometimes make no sense

And wraps it all up with an obscure reference

Half his posts are unfinished, sometimes just a title

And nothing that he says is anything close to vital

He says he won’t make this blog blah and bitchy like a livejournal

But he breaks his own rules all the time, and his posts are always nocturnal

He’s like an NBA player or a Doomsday clock

With 70% of what he writes published at 11:59 on the dot

Just to get in a post to keep a streak

Then he’ll take it down, edit it or update it in a week

He’s always promising he’ll write more stuff of substance

But he never really does [insert phrase that rhymes with substance]

He sometimes goes to blogs, reads, and asks people to comment or follow

And he’s scared to get political, knock on him and he’s holloooooooow…

There’s no rhyme or reason, and he’s constantly savin’

And his name is a just a rip-off of That’s So Raven

A show no one likes, just like Flip-the-Script Friday

Now he’ll press the Publish button so WordPress will register that he wrote today.

That’s. So. ROASTED.
::mic drop::


A Snoozy Day

So much for having a productive day. I slept for most of it.

At least I managed to get to the gym, get a little reading done, and finish writing the last 3 letters for my 16 pen pals in 2016 challenge. By the way – I only got 13 addresses, so if you want to get a letter and will write one back, let me know in the comments section! And vote for the odd book in the previous post!

Oh, and thanks for helping me have 100+ views each day for the first three days of June! Sadly, I think the streak will end today…

…doing nothing = tiring…


Some Goals for June

So, now that a new month has arrived, I guess it’s time to set some goals. Or at least attempt to. So, here I go.

That’s So Jacob’s June Goals List

Academic Life

  1. Get the details on my fall part-time job. This is, of course, dependent on them, but if I don’t hear anything by mid-June, I’ll email them.
  2. Get the details on prelims. See same note as above.
  3. Finish at least one prelim paper, if not two.
  4. Finish some or all of my library books. I currently have 31 out from the school library and 2 or 3 interlibrary loans

Personal Life

  1. Clean the apartment. Especially if the parents are going to visit.
  2. See if I can afford (financially and timewise) Summer Odyssey 3.0
  3. Exercise more.
  4. Dance more.
  5. Buy new shoes.
  6. Get a haircut.
  7. Find that darned missing puzzle piece.
  8. Try some new recipes, or at least cook more meals than going out for them.
  9. Catch up on emails.

Blog Life

  1. Update some of my older, abandoned posts.
  2. Get up to 1400 followers.
  3. Get at least 5 days with 100 visits/views.
  4. 6 new blog friends a day.

Hmm..let’s see if I can get any of these accomplished. I wouldn’t bet on me.


Reasons Why It’s Great to Live Alone

Here’s why it’s great to live alone.

  1. Pants are optional. Seriously, just one of the worst inventions, ever. Well, not really, I enjoy wearing them in public. but it just wouldn’t be the same having to dodge a roommate or wait until he’s gone to walk around in underwear. Sometimes clothing is even optional too. It’s rare that I do that but it does happen sometimes.
  2. It’s always my turn at the TV. I can watch The Golden Girls whenever I want, and never have to listen to the news or a sports game in the background if I don’t want to.
  3. Unlimited closet/fridge space. So many places to keep things.
  4. I put something somewhere and it’s there the next time I need it. Usually. Which reminds me, I need to clean my apartment again, because I’m beginning to forget what my carpeting looks like.

regressing to someone else’s childhood

I think that’s what’s happening to me.

A few weeks ago, I saw one of those adult coloring books at Target. I swore I wouldn’t buy it, since even though I did some coloring as a kid, I colored maybe 15% of what I owned, so I knew it would just end up being more junk somewhere, but I bought it anyway.

And one night last week, I was awake until 2 AM coloring in one of the pages of mandalas with an intricate pattern, for absolutely no reason.

On Saturday, I played around with a jigsaw puzzle when I went to the rabbi’s house for lunch, and yesterday, at Target ,as I was walking past the board games, something within me reached out to grab a puzzle. I don’t even know what it is – it’s something with cats and flowers – but, even though I had and still have essays to grade, papers to write, blog posts to update, and books to read, I spent 2 hours this afternoon just playing with the pieces and connecting a few of them together. I liked puzzles as a kid, but it was just like I was ACHING to buy a puzzle and put it together, like, RIGHT NOW.

Next thing you know I’ll be wearing a onesie. I saw a grown man in a Spiderman onesie, at Target, and wondered where acceptable fashion in public has run off to. I guess looking like an infant is the new black?

Am I regressing into someone else’s childhood?


Contemplating My Crazy Weekend Over Matzah

Well hello everyone. The past 72 hours are almost lost to memory, but in an effort at preserving them, here’s an update on what’s going on in my life, AKA why I’ve been such a slacker of late:

Friday: No class, as usual, but an afternoon rehearsal for Saturday’s ballroom showcase with my partner. Then, at 5:30, we initiated about 20 pledges into APO. Immediately following, I went over to Hanna’s place for the first seder, which was a motley collection of ragtag misfits, including my brother from another mother Raimund; Hanna’s son Josh; his girlfriend, Bobbie; her friend, Becca; Haruki, a Japanese guy who is one of Hanna’s tenants; Esti and Gidon, an Israeli couple; Judy, a flight attendant; Bonnie, who I didn’t get a chance to talk to but had a great voice; Helene, an insurance agent, and her lovely mother, Daisy; and from the band, Nick the sax player and Isham and Ibrahim, two Muslim brothers who play percussion instruments. It was the first time sat between a Christian (Haruki) and a Muslim (Isham) at a seder, and I couldn’t have enjoyed it more. It really felt like a community dinner, and Hanna was an excellent hostess and provider of tempeh, charoset, chicken, and potatoes. Raimund made a salmon salad and baked potatoes, Helene and Daisy made a TON of matzah balls and soup, and Judy made matzah meal brownies. I’m not used to musical instruments at the seder, but Isham and Ibrahim did a great job on the bongos and the darbouka while Bonnie played the shaker. It was all just so homey and fun, and inclusive without feeling diluted. A fun time was had by all.

Saturday: Up early to work on my paper, then to the SAC at 10:30 to present it. I was on a panel alongside Jo, a speaker from the art department, and a speaker from the gender and women’s studies department. The theme of the session was minority women and performance, with papers delivered about modern Indian theatre (Jo), Navajo textiles (art department woman), antebellum slave narratives (GWS woman), and mine, reimagining the Gypsy woman. Only a few audience members, but it was special all the same.

Then, after a quick lie-down at home, I was back up at 3 to meet my partner at the SERF for an hour of practice. Then, back home to relax a little and gather up my costume and makeup for the dress rehearsal at 5. Dress rehearsal went really well, despite the fact that not everyone was in costume, which kind of defeated the purpose, but whatever. The formation group did a hilarious jive to “Dear Future Husband,” there was a samba round and a waltz formation. Other dances included a paso doble, a Viennese waltz, and a few different jives. My partner and I ended up with a combination of American waltz, International waltz, rumba, and Israeli folk dance. The performance started at 7:30, and we were fourth. It was so much fun, and we got some good applause, as well as good photos and a video that’s already up online ::cough::lastsemesterschachachastillwaiting::cough::

I left at intermission/social dancing to hopefully catch part of Avremel’s seder for the second night of Passover, and actually came right on time, it hadn’t even started yet. It was very different than Hanna’s seder, but just as special. It was very classy, with cake from New York and fresh fruit as a starter, and just so much food: brisket, cabbage, roasted vegetables, and two different kugels. It was shorter than I thought, but there were a lot of really nice and fun people there.

Today: sleep and grade.

Welcome to my crazy life.


One Step Closer to a Dream

It was actually quite an exciting day today.

So, I’ve sung with my friend Hanna’s band twice now, and I’m performing with them for a third time on Saturday. I made a few song suggestions a few weeks ago,` and to my luck, she decided to include one of them in the set list, so for the first time ever, I will get a chance to publicly perform one of the best songs of all time, “Be My Baby.”

I showed her Leslie Grace’s bachata version, and she enjoyed it so much that she chose to adapt it for the band, and at tonight’s rehearsal, we sang it for the first time. The arrangement is a little different than what I initially thought it might sound like, but at least I know the words by heart. We’re also singing it in Spanish, so I have to learn that, but I have six whole days. We practiced my other songs, but spent the bulk of two hours (one just us, one with the whole band) working on getting “Be My Baby” down.

Read more about “Be My Baby” here, at this Classic Song post from awhile back.

I’m pretty darn excited.

Also exciting is another 6-continent day, so the customary hellos to: North America (USA and Canada), South America (Brazil), Europe (UK, Spain, Czech Republic, Italy, and Croatia), Africa (South Africa), Asia (Philippines, India, and Cambodia), and Oceania (Australia and Tonga)!


A List of All My Food Vices

Food and I have always had a tenuous relationship. As I sit here, on my couch, I contemplate all my eating choices, just about constantly. I feel like I eat too little, then eat too much of the wrong things, then eat too infrequently, and then I get headaches and stomachaches.

So, here is everything I love putting in my face in hopes it’ll make me feel better. If this was all I could eat for the rest of my life, I’d have absolutely no problems. Coincidentally, it’s also all probably terrible for me.


  • Twizzlers
  • Just about anything chocolate
  • A sprinkled donut from Dunkin’ Donuts
  • Twizzlers Bites
  • Bridge mix
  • Malted chocolate balls
  • Jujyfruits
  • Chocolate chip cookies

Carb-y Stuff

  • Popcorn
  • Tortellini
  • Pretzels
  • Cheez-Its
  • Pretzel Bread
  • Sushi rice
  • Gardetto’s
  • Challah


  • Bananas
  • Clementines
  • Strawberries

And this is why I have problems.