|S is for staying warm. I don't know what the dragon is for, but I though it looked neat when I bought it.|
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
The find was way lower than he was expecting, which was nice. One of the books was The Road, which we read together in our book club. In March of 2009.
I'm teaching it in my class, which I have not been obssessed with thinking about AT ALL.
After breakfast, sometime spent looking for the books (which were, strangely enough, on a shelf), a trip to the library, and quick look at the Union Square Borders, to see if they'd started acting like they were going out of business yet (they haven't, and are still blasting 20% off like it's a real discount), we went to Diptyque and sniffed a whole lot of fragrances and candles. I found one that I might need to get myself. And then we went to Grub and ate some more food.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
From Thursday, 2/24:
And, from Friday, 2/26
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Note #1 says: "I love it that you have a big ole' bottle of Coke on your desk! You are such a good Southern girl :)"
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I'm still here!
Exhausted and headachy tonight, though glad I made it out to L.'s birthday drinks, even if only for a little while. All work and no play makes me very sad and grumpy. And I'd rather not be sad and grumpy. It makes for bad pictures.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
An interesting read for several reasons, one of which is that I just did not know Jennifer Beals is black. I mean, now that it's been said to me, and I look at a picture, *of course she is.* But I haven't really watched her work, so my reference is Flashdance. Now, I saw that for the first time just a few years ago, so not as a child (when I missed that sort of thing all the time), but honestly...I mean, the character is White in that, yes? And so I just assumed that she was White, too? Because I had no idea.
But read the article to see thoughts about why so many really good Black actors are on TV, instead of at the movies.
That was taken from the train as I headed down to campus (in the rain) to grade papers all day. I had a lovely dinner with V. that evening (she cooked pork tenderloin and twice-baked potatoes - yummy!) and then we went to karaoke, where I continued to grade papers. No picture for 2/20 - just more grading, also done down at Stanford, so that I could leave the papers there and not have to go back down today, giving me one day out of the 3 day weekend off.
Today was spent reclaiming my life. I washed my hair, did A LOT of laundry, and imposed some order on the chaos photographed last week (see 2/15).
I even vacuumed, which I hadn't done in way too long, so I could put my happy orange rugs back down (which I washed some time ago, but didn't want to put back down on a cluttered, unvacuumed floor).
Yes, well...I had to put some things on the bed temporarily, you see, just so that I could vacuum. It's just that I was doing laundry and cleaning up paperwork and moving the furniture around to vacuum all at one, and it's a smallish sort of room... It'll all be put away properly by bedtime, of course. And, look -- a lot of it's blankets and pillows, anyway. Yes, and laundry. Yes, also a keyboard and a purse-type thing, and -- did I mention that I vacuumed? And also prepped all of the veggies from the produce box? Look, fennel!
Monday, February 21, 2011
In the end, if vampirism is becoming a way for pop culture to interrogate race, let's get to it already. Television shows, even ones like Vampire Diaries, wield a sort of cultural magic -- and that magic can be used for good or evil. By creating tensions around race and then refusing to deal with them, by bringing up Southern history and then refusing to name slavery, the show is only making more bad cultural ju-ju. Not talking about race, or wimping out after bringing up race, doesn't make the world 'post racial.' In fact, it's kind of racist.I think it's time TV vampires sunk their fangs into their own racial politics.
Pretty sure this round of paper grading has taught me a valuable
lesson. Grading is like Samsara writ small, a seemingly endless cycle
of reading and commenting. Each paper is like a new rebirth, and each
time, I'm caught - how could you write this?! Oh, what an interesting
idea. Didn't we talk about this before you wrote the paper? Well,
maybe this time, there will be a thesis. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY
RELATABLE, AND WHY SHOULD I CARE?! Over and over, some pleasant, some
painful, and each a little harder to recover from than the last, as I
carry with me the weight of the grading that went before. Only a Noble
One, well on her way to Enlightenment has the fortitude of spirit to
grade freshman papers on Buddhism to without suffering several
lifetimes of pain.
I am not a Noble One.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
*When I say that it's non-academic, you should filter that through what you know about me. The website is not an academic one, and the piece I wrote is not the piece I'd have written for an academic thing. But it is called "Heroic Humanism and Humanistic Heroism" and it is written by me, and it does include the phrase "she will repeatedly do so in ways that increasingly undermine the very separateness of her Slayerhood," so...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
I took these pictures with the camera on my very own computer, which has finally been returned to me! It works, and I didn't have to pay them anything, making these (at least for the time being) THE BEST PICTURES EVER :)
Friday, February 11, 2011
A funny moment. I'd just had coffee with two professors, to talk to them about teaching, at a moment when I'm looking forward to teaching my own class for the very first time, which might also be the last. This alongside having an article and an invitation to give a paper (so, I'm validated as an academic?) to think about while simultaneously beginning to consider what my backup career path will be in case the fellowships (no jobs to apply for) simply do not materialize (oh, right - only maybe, if the fates allow). Note that I'm not even touching the weight/love life part. The gravitational pull of that one is too strong for this post.
I want to send it to my little sisters, who are not yet 20-something, though I know I cannot make those future versions of them understand what their present selves have not yet lived. Those things are their becoming.
I want to send it to that younger me, who once was 20-something (was she, really?), though I know she is no longer there, is already moving through time, faster than she can imagine, towards where she sits now - was sitting then, when she wrote this - having already become who she is today, on her way to who knows what next.
|From left to right: Quintilla Emma, Leeann Juana, and Adrianna Ronni.|
Yes, I kept their original names. Yes, Quintilla is a Cornsilk Kid. Yes, Leeann is wearing a fur (faux, of course). And, yes, Adriana is an astronaut.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Yes, my eyes are heavy with sleepiness. And, yes - those pieces of paper you see just behind me are things I need to be doing. I am not doing them tonight, because I've already fallen asleep at my desk once. Enough. There is just not enough slack in my slackademia these days.
Checked to see why my computer repair was on hold. They were waiting for a "top case", to fix cracks that I was not at all concerned about (they'd been there for a long time, and don't have anything to do with the pressing problem of not being able to see the screen). Really? I tell you I need my computer back ASAP and you're holding it for a cosmetic fix? I told them to just send it back unless the case was there today. So now it says the repair is in progress. It's obviously not coming back at the beginning of this week. My guess is Friday.
Monday, February 7, 2011
I have a crazy brother - I told you that, right? He shot me once! I actually have this shrapnel scar... He shot a mailbox, but then it was like pyeunh,and I looked down there was all this blood and I was like holy shit, ----- shot me! He was hella scared too. And I saw a rattlesnake bite him one time. He had this pet rattlesnake and it bit him, and he like, dropped it on the floor and shot at it --shot a hole in our floor! And then he was like, "It bit me, motherfucker, so I'm gonna kill it!" And we had to drive him like 20 miles to the nearest hospital. Yeah, I love him, but he's a little crazy.I stopped listening for a bit here to talk to a guy at the train station about how we were both really hearing this. Then I hear:
And then I made a myspace page for him and put up all these pictures of him and her. I just like destroyed this chick, like "Whoa, this bitch looks like a man!" Cause she was hella mean! So I was like, "Look, this is what he's been telling me, like he wants my babies and he wants to get married, so I don't know what y'all got going on, but this is the first I've ever heard of you..."
And then the train came, and we headed to different cars. I kind of want to know know this guy was she was talking to. I hope, for both their sakes, it wasn't a date.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
(Except for the part where it cost $34 extra and took over an hour. Except for that.)