This is my new favorite blog, and I got the following list of memes from her.
1. My uncle once: rescued my dog from drowning.
2. Never in my life: have I voted Republican.
3. When I was five: I wore my Wonder Woman bathing suit every where.
4. High school was: pretty fun. My best friends made it doable.
5. I will never forget: a mnemonic device (using the fingers of your right hand) for the succession of rulers leading up to the Hanovers taught by my sophomore British history teacher--James, Charles, Cromwell, Charles, James, Whoops! the Glorious Revolution, William & Mary, and the Hanovers.
6. Once I met: the debate coach who got fired for mooning another debate coach.
7. There’s this boy I know: who makes me want to do very inappropriate things to him.
8. Once, at a bar: I got felt up by a drag queen.
9. By noon, I’m usually: ready for a sandwich.
10. Last night: I spent some time drinking martinis with a friend who needs to dump her asshat boyfriend.
11. If only I had: more faith.
12. Next time I go to church: I will think about how much I miss All Saints'.
13. What worries me most: is the inevitability of endings.
14. When I turn my head left I see: sunglasses with skulls on them, a once-lost-now-found Mother's Day card, empty water bottles, Steve.
15. When I turn my head right I see: a Young Guns Two poster.
16. You know I’m lying when: I use too many details to explain a simple situation. I am very bad at this.
17. What I miss most about the Eighties is: Adam Ant.
18. If I were a character in Shakespeare I’d be: a big fan of cross-dressing.
19. By this time next year: I will just be returning from a beach. Any beach.
20. A better name for me would be: Binky Griptite.
21. I have a hard time understanding: teachers who act like students are the enemy.
22. If I ever go back to school, I’ll: get a degree in English.
23. You know I like you if: I touch your arm while we're talking.
24. If I ever won an award, the first person I would thank would be: Mom and Daddy because they Rock.
25. Take my advice, never: miss an opportunity to tell the people you love that you, in fact, love them.
26. My ideal breakfast is: smoked salmon, good crusty bread, cheese, fresh tomatoes, red onions, mimosas, hot tea with milk.
27. A song I love but do not have is: "Paper Planes" by MIA.
28. If you visit my hometown, I suggest you: visit the Space and Rocket Center. It. Is. Awesome.
29. Why won’t people: stop watching Survivor?
30. If you spend a night at my house: you will be expected to pet the kitty.
31. I’d stop my wedding for: philosophical reasons.
32. The world could do without: Donald Trump.
33. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: give up Facebook.
34. My favourite blonde(s) is/are: Marilyn Monroe and Daniel Craig.
35. Paper clips are more useful than: bludgeons.
36. If I do anything well it’s: conversation.
37. I can’t help but: wonder if people think I'm smart enough.
38. I usually cry: when I think too much about him.
39. My advice to my child/nephew/niece: Don't become a lawyer.
40. And by the way: you should come and visit me.
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Thursday, August 28, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
It is Saturday
And I am sitting in my apartment, watching Ghostbusters and eating Maggie Moo's ice cream right out of the container. Life is good.
In case you were wondering, these last few weeks have been chock-full of revelations and relaxations. Below is a list of some of those moments.
1) I think Not-blogging/Blogging may really affect my writing. I have been reading lots (preparing for the book chapter and the conference paper), but I have not written a thing in weeks. If writing is dinner, then blogging is like a good, cold martini--gets the mouth and mind ready for the meal.
2) Vermont is everything it's cracked up to be.
3) Ordering a coffee and a sidecar really does make one feel like Auntie Mame.
4) I am looking forward to school starting in the fall--I will bring you a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils.
5) The hotdogs at Shea Stadium are better than the hotdogs at Yankee.
6) I seem to have misplaced my DVD of Eddie Izzard's "Dressed to Kill"--which is fucking tragic.
7) When somebody brings me flowers, my day always gets better.
8) Howard Frank Mosher, a guy who writes about the Kingdom (also known as the
northern part of VT--where my daddy is from), is awesome. I just read two of his books, "Marie Blythe" and "Northern Borders," and I cannot recommend them highly enough.
9) I think "When You are Engulfed in Flames" is my new favorite David Sedaris book. As a collection, it is pretty much stellar.
10) Wall-e is lovely. And I think it was the result of a drunken dare. Over sidecars and coffee on some Saturday night, some random said to the Pixar folks, "I'll bet you cannot make an adorable, touching, beautiful movie starring a robot. That doesn't speak. Whose sidekick is a cockroach. Seriously."
11) This is for E!: I've been thinking about your voicemail message the other day, and here's what I think. I think memory works in a reactive manner... Like, the same way that skin does--two functions:
a) Separation: in the process of creating a self, a collection of memories and recollections, memory works to separate things out from other things--creating and keeping the self intact and whole (most of the time). Which also might be why people with memory issues are so at-a-loss in the symbolic order.
b) Protection: the separation of self from other, through specific memories and (sometime) imaginative re-collecting, keeps the dangerous, self-splitting stuff out. Like skin, memory builds up around the soft, tender parts and becomes a kind of barrier--not completely impenetrable but better than being always-already-open--to the vicissitudes of world.
12) The view from the top of the Met is incomparable. You should see it. Call me, and I'll meet you there.
In case you were wondering, these last few weeks have been chock-full of revelations and relaxations. Below is a list of some of those moments.
1) I think Not-blogging/Blogging may really affect my writing. I have been reading lots (preparing for the book chapter and the conference paper), but I have not written a thing in weeks. If writing is dinner, then blogging is like a good, cold martini--gets the mouth and mind ready for the meal.
2) Vermont is everything it's cracked up to be.
3) Ordering a coffee and a sidecar really does make one feel like Auntie Mame.
4) I am looking forward to school starting in the fall--I will bring you a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils.
5) The hotdogs at Shea Stadium are better than the hotdogs at Yankee.
6) I seem to have misplaced my DVD of Eddie Izzard's "Dressed to Kill"--which is fucking tragic.
7) When somebody brings me flowers, my day always gets better.
8) Howard Frank Mosher, a guy who writes about the Kingdom (also known as the
northern part of VT--where my daddy is from), is awesome. I just read two of his books, "Marie Blythe" and "Northern Borders," and I cannot recommend them highly enough.
9) I think "When You are Engulfed in Flames" is my new favorite David Sedaris book. As a collection, it is pretty much stellar.
10) Wall-e is lovely. And I think it was the result of a drunken dare. Over sidecars and coffee on some Saturday night, some random said to the Pixar folks, "I'll bet you cannot make an adorable, touching, beautiful movie starring a robot. That doesn't speak. Whose sidekick is a cockroach. Seriously."
11) This is for E!: I've been thinking about your voicemail message the other day, and here's what I think. I think memory works in a reactive manner... Like, the same way that skin does--two functions:
a) Separation: in the process of creating a self, a collection of memories and recollections, memory works to separate things out from other things--creating and keeping the self intact and whole (most of the time). Which also might be why people with memory issues are so at-a-loss in the symbolic order.
b) Protection: the separation of self from other, through specific memories and (sometime) imaginative re-collecting, keeps the dangerous, self-splitting stuff out. Like skin, memory builds up around the soft, tender parts and becomes a kind of barrier--not completely impenetrable but better than being always-already-open--to the vicissitudes of world.
12) The view from the top of the Met is incomparable. You should see it. Call me, and I'll meet you there.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I am sitting in E!'s office
And she has told me to post something about being in a surly mood. I think that I am in a surly mood for these reasons:
1) Graduation and all the parties are over, so everybody has gone back to their regular programming. I hate endings.
2) It is as HOT as the sun in Austin today, and all of the cars that I have been riding in do not have functioning air conditioners. My dear friend TS once remarked about Austin--"You get used to the feeling of your own sweat." So, I am becoming reacquainted with the feeling of being very, very sweaty.
3) I have not actually finished either of the papers that I am presenting this weekend in Seattle, and I do not want to write them still.
4) I miss people I should not miss more than I should.
5) Stupid conventional expectations of "how things should be" are upsetting several people that I love alot.
6) There are several weirdly tall condo building in downtown Austin that were not there last fall. Austin, I worry, is rapidly becoming more and more like Dallas, south. Boo yuppie condos.
But, as I am typing this rather douchey post, I am thinking of the things that make me feel that the surly may be leaving pretty soon:
1) I am spending the afternoon with E!
2) Central air is delicious.
3) I am about to see a penis on the big screen--we are going to the Alamo Drafhouse momentarily to watch "Forgetting Sarah Marshall." Also, there will be fried pickles.
4) This weekend will be filled with more wonderful reunions and dinners.
5) I just bought airplane tickets to visit my dear mom in June.
6) Tokyo, like a gorgeous beacon, stands ready and waiting.
So, all in all, this surly too shall pass.
I think.
1) Graduation and all the parties are over, so everybody has gone back to their regular programming. I hate endings.
2) It is as HOT as the sun in Austin today, and all of the cars that I have been riding in do not have functioning air conditioners. My dear friend TS once remarked about Austin--"You get used to the feeling of your own sweat." So, I am becoming reacquainted with the feeling of being very, very sweaty.
3) I have not actually finished either of the papers that I am presenting this weekend in Seattle, and I do not want to write them still.
4) I miss people I should not miss more than I should.
5) Stupid conventional expectations of "how things should be" are upsetting several people that I love alot.
6) There are several weirdly tall condo building in downtown Austin that were not there last fall. Austin, I worry, is rapidly becoming more and more like Dallas, south. Boo yuppie condos.
But, as I am typing this rather douchey post, I am thinking of the things that make me feel that the surly may be leaving pretty soon:
1) I am spending the afternoon with E!
2) Central air is delicious.
3) I am about to see a penis on the big screen--we are going to the Alamo Drafhouse momentarily to watch "Forgetting Sarah Marshall." Also, there will be fried pickles.
4) This weekend will be filled with more wonderful reunions and dinners.
5) I just bought airplane tickets to visit my dear mom in June.
6) Tokyo, like a gorgeous beacon, stands ready and waiting.
So, all in all, this surly too shall pass.
I think.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Today
is the day is the day is the day that my dear Dr. E! is coming to see me. I have several things to do before her arrival. One of them is dance for joy...
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Cloudy Sunday afternoon
Two Things:
1) Macbeth was awesome, but I had forgotten how much I dislike that play. So much blood, so many words, and so very very little redemption.
2) I should be writing that grant proposal, or at least filing my taxes. I could be grocery shopping, or reading the newspaper. I ought to be cleaning my house, or figuring out what to do with all these envelopes.
Instead, I am eating Ben & Jerry's Half-Baked ice cream (I think that I am still a little bit sick--this is the only food that has tasted really good in days), watching "Slings and Arrows," and thinking about you.
1) Macbeth was awesome, but I had forgotten how much I dislike that play. So much blood, so many words, and so very very little redemption.
2) I should be writing that grant proposal, or at least filing my taxes. I could be grocery shopping, or reading the newspaper. I ought to be cleaning my house, or figuring out what to do with all these envelopes.
Instead, I am eating Ben & Jerry's Half-Baked ice cream (I think that I am still a little bit sick--this is the only food that has tasted really good in days), watching "Slings and Arrows," and thinking about you.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
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