Anger

“No one else “makes us angry. We make ourselves angry when we surrender control of our attitude. What someone else may have done is irrelevant. We choose, not they. They merely put our attitude to a test.”

— Jim Rohn

im not sure if this is too much repetition,

but its helping me study.

so yeah!

Dave Barry Turns 50 - Dave Barry (Excerpted)

People who feel the need to tell you that they have an excellent sense of humor are telling you that they have no sense of humor.

You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests you think she’s pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.

There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age 11.

People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.

You should not confuse your career with your life.

A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.

Your friends love you anyway.

we all know the reason

“Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly, and for the same reason.”

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Leslie Early - Your Car Music Video from Leslie Early on Vimeo.

makes me miss having a car, and the freedom of movement it gave.

i would just love a road trip right now.

Morvai on prostitution and trafficking in Hungary

This video is of Christina Morvai, former law and gender professor

at ELTE university in Budapest, and now head of Jobbik, the

neo-nazi party of Hungary as EU MP.

If she wouldn't be in Brussels, I probably would have asked to

interview her being a specialist in my research area in Hungary,

and here she is speaking on my topic at the EU.

Trafficking victims need a voice...I just wish it wasnt also

the voice of Jobbik.

But hey, it's one positive for them in my book.

again?

i wrote the last post.

and then biked from the coffee shop in pest to my grocery in buda. and as im biking home with 3 liters of juice i see..what do you know..some lost germans. i think some higher force is goin to help me learn german this summer. so im explaining them in german how to take the bus through the tunnel and then we start chatting about bearrrrrlin and it fades back into english. again. i think this summer i will pretend like im from...france? no somewhere else...hungary perhaps is good since they assume that anyways, these tourists. "wow, you have such good English!" um yeah im american. that is my new plan...ich spreche keine anglish. no english! hungarisch? that needs help as well. then i came home. and our latest couchsurfer is..sitting on the couch. and his name is steven and hes from oklahoma. and suddenly i realize i have never met anyone to my knowledge from oklahoma. and he is great. very bright, full of americana and american history. oklahoma...."oklahoma was created when the americans invaded the land that they had just sold to the people who lived there. and they shot a lot too." thats pretty much american history in a nutshell. he is a bright southern boy, saying i suppose, and i reckon, ya understand, and its cute as a button. and showing my finnish roommate videos of toby keith, young buck - the essence of southern rap, bob dylan- the best american singer-song writer ever, and explaining the story of john henry and oklahomas greatest, the 'beginning of american music,' woody guthrie..'this land is your land...' he said quite some things i disagreed with, but it was very interesting to hear someone else talk of america and the south. esp someone a bit well traveled and well thought out, i might say. then he called beyonce a 'musician' and i was like whoa. calm down there. singer and dancer will suffice. and now im trying to study but hes talking about american foreign policy and the middle east so its very hard...ahh back to work..again.

why

another long day of research and my feet are tired and budapest wont stop raining on me when i have to walk the most. im waiting for my metro to the coffee shop to get some badly needed coffee and write and some man asks me if i speak english and if this metro goes to the city center. i say yes, and then i dont say anymore. and then he walks away and i realized i could have been more helpful but i didnt feel like it at that moment, but then a moment later i did, but oh well i just kept staring at the wall.

then i hear a bunch of loud german men and i turn around and this man is part of the loud german men group. we all get in the metro when it comes and i sit close to them because i plan to eavesdrop on them. but i feel it is okay for me to eavesdrop on people speaking german because im not nosy, and i dont care what they are saying (i mean not really..) but i just need to practice my german comprehension and i dont often get the chance and my biggest summer goal is to be semi-fluent before the end of this summer (or rather highly conversational.) so im listening in on them and then i hear them talking about the USA but then i cant understand what they are saying and I wonder if they are saying bad things and now i actually care about what they are saying, and think its funny how people talk in foreign languages and dont seem to ever predict that someone else might understand. they all try to jump out at the wrong stop and then i had to intervene and i said nei, nachste halt (next stop). and then they looked a bit startled, and said oh ja, nachste halt? deak ferenc? and started talking in german but then rolled into English before i could respond and i wondered why the conversation so often rolls back into english like its at the bottom of some steep language hill. then i tell them to get off, and they ask me where kiraly utca is and i try to explain but they are all loud and its crowded and bustling with awkward map movements so i say just follow me and ill show you. so we wander out, 11 huge german guys following me, getting lost and wandering off like elementary schoolers but the one who is guiding the group is really nice. he had a whole itinerary printed out, everyday and night planned, ask we passed godor i told him to go to balkan beats on sat night although he had the dokk club planned. i had never heard of this bar, but it was on the island next to margaret island which i heard has prostitution so i asked him if it was a strip club and he was like heavens no! there are no strip clubs on the itinerary! ... our wives see this you know! and we laughed. and then we stopped and i told them they had to turn here without me and suddenly im standing in the middle of this huge crowd and they are all listening and i felt like an awkward tour guide without an umbrella. and im explaining they should go here and there. and one says where are u from? and i say florida. and he said University of Florida? and Im like um yeah..you too? (he sounded american) he said no, im from dusseldorf like the rest, but i went there, i got my MBA there. and we talked about gainesville and the gators and how UF has this sort of cheesy 'the gator nation is everywhere' slogan but i had no idea how true it would be until i left. i meet gators everywhere and i mean everywhere. its crazy. they were all adorable and tried to get me to go to the bar with them. no no no, (be strong margaret) i have my MA research do REALLY soon, im off to the library. and then i said freut mich cause it means nice to meet you. but i said it to 11 men at the same time, and way out of context i think, and they just sort of smiled, i dont think they got it. then i walked off in the rain with a big smile. i like sharing love for gainesville with random people on the street in budapest. people like to feel understood, and share things they feel and love. and i like to feel random connections with absolute strangers. and that seems to happen to me all the time, and you never know when it will turn out to be your best friend. so now im procrastinating from writing on my thesis. the ngo im working with just got really excited about it, and told me they would 'publish it everywhere.' wow, pressure. to work!!!

In modern usage, sophism, sophist, and sophistry are derogatory terms, due to the influence of many past philosophers.

A sophism is taken as a specious argument used for deceiving someone. It might be crafted to seem logical while actually being wrong, or it might use difficult words and complicated sentences to intimidate the audience into agreeing, or it might appeal to the audience's prejudices and emotions rather than logic; e.g., raising doubts towards the one asserting, rather than his assertion. The goal of a sophism is often to make the audience believe the writer or speaker to be smarter than he or she actually is; e.g., accusing another of sophistry for using persuasion techniques.

A sophist is a user of sophisms, i.e., an insincere person trying to confuse or deceive people. Sophists will try to persuade the audience while paying little attention to whether their argument is logical and factual.

Sophistry means making heavy use of sophisms. The word can be applied to a particular text or speech riddled with sophisms.

I didnt know that there was one word to describe Fox News.