Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
Rapelje, my vinegaroon, died last Friday in Santa Fe. He was about two, and he'd been with me in Annapolis, Missoula, Bigfork, Fe, and all the places in between. I won him in a "count-the-cockroaches" contest on the web, and he was supposed to be mastigoproctus giganteus, but he was only a wee little thing. He had arms he used to conduct the music of the spheres, and a fat striped belly, and a tail that squirted vinegar on plane trips.
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04:39:56 PM,Wednesday 9 January 2002
I wasn't sure who to be in love with today, so I went to Google Image search and told them "today I am in love with" and hoped they would fill in the blank. Well, they said I was either in love with The University of the State of New York or a chick giving someone a massage. Well, my mom bought me a massage! And I'm getting it tomorrow. I've never had a massage before. So the picture was, I think, somewhat fortuitous. Yes. Today I am in love with chicks who give people massages.
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11:04:50 PM,Monday 7 January 2002
North of the Border, down New Mexico way
That’s where a transfer boy found Johnny joy in Santa Fe
But he hated green chile, and she hated Old Bay;
He felt out of order, down New Mexico way
She was in his core group; they sang luw-luh,
And while they lived in Meem, she made it seem better than Croquet But she loved Maimonedes, and he loved Rabelais
And wished classes were shorter, down New Mexico way
North of the border, he drove back next May Way up on Monte Sol she filled the hole with Faraday
The Weigle bells told him that he musn’t stay
North of the border, down New Mexico way.
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04:30:30 PM,Sunday 6 January 2002
It's a little unnerving that all the Nappy blogledytes are going back to school Monday. As far as I know, I don't go back 'til a week from today, but I keep thinking... what if I made a mistake, and copied down the date wrong? Aieeee! And I don't have anything on my senior essay done, except for condensing it into 35 pages of pure imcomprehensible nonsense. (that's the idea.) And I still don't know how to drive. At all. And my roastbattalaureate essay isn't done yet. And Neil's in Annapolis, and I'm not! Graaaar! But, on the upside, my mom is playing crazy Sufi music, and I diggit.
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08:21:38 PM,Saturday 5 January 2002
The Leith police dismisseth us,
I'm thankful, sir, to say;
The Leith police dismisseth us,
They thought we sought to stay.
The Leith police dismisseth us,
We both sighed sighs apiece,
And the sigh that we sighted as we said goodbye
Was the size of the Leith police.
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12:28:57 AM,Saturday 5 January 2002
Thank you, Neil! Thank you Thank you Thank you, Neil! Thank you thank you, Neil! Thank you, Neil!
AND A LEA DELARIA!
which is the nearest corresponding item to a Sean Biggerstaff that I could imagine... and I didn't even get him a Sean Biggerstaff, as much as I endeavored to. {sigh} But I did get him *something*, which he might like... so to whom do I send it, then? So that it might arrive in his petal-soft arms within the year? (2002, I mean. What a great year. Reversible, all four digits even, all rounded-type figures and rounded-type words. Might be my favorite year since 888 A.D., and that's saying something.)
Thank you, Neil! Thank you Thank you Thank you, Neil! Thank you thank you, Neil! Thank you, Neil!
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12:04:21 AM,Tuesday 1 January 2002
From a book my mother's reading:
"'Hubb' is love, ''ishq' is love that entwines two people together, 'shaghaf' is love that nests in the chambers of the herat, 'hayam' is love that wanders the earth, 'teeh' is love in which you lose yourself, 'walah' is love that carries sorrow within it, 'sababah' is love that exudes from your pores, 'hawa' is love that shares its name with 'air' and with 'falling', 'gharam' is love that is willing to pay the price."
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10:33:17 PM,Sunday 30 December 2001
Lord. Cheesy, cheesy, cheesy. I am enough of a schlub to make three pointless photo pages, using geocities's uber-lame-o page "wizard", and I'm enough of a schlub to tell you about 'em. It's not even like I couldn't make one of these with the paltry html Moss and Neil taught me over the last couple years. I made a Pinniped Porno Page completely by hand, two Christmases ago! But I'm a cretunculous schnunck, soooo... check these hummers out.
and Pictsiii.
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10:15:37 PM,Sunday 30 December 2001
T.I.A.I.L.W.:Cass Elliot.
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06:49:56 PM,Sunday 30 December 2001
I did it! Finally! Amazing what staying up 'til five in the morning for six days in a row can inspire one to do, eh? Messrs Treuer and Collum, the translation (in ms word .doc form... hope that's acceptable) is winging its speckled way towards ye.
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05:21:08 PM,Sunday 30 December 2001
There's something wicked in the fates tonight... I guess I deserved it... I went looking on Google for "water polo porn", and my first hit told me: "Jigglypuff gives good head". If this is funny to you, if you are laughing, STOP IT! (if you're not, well then, carry on, and forget this ever happened.)
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08:57:18 PM,Saturday 29 December 2001
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Charlotte Wolff.
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08:41:02 PM,Saturday 29 December 2001
Well, that's a new one. My parents just spent an hour and a half at Rockin' Rudy's arguing over calendars. My mom wanted to get the huge full-color glossy Kama Sutra calendar to hang in the kitchen, and my dad thought it would be too... lewd. (!!!!!)
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06:39:27 PM,Saturday 29 December 2001
We've got SJCSF bloggage! Genuine SJCSF, not a pansy transfer like me! Ariadne Burkhart, right hyah! Go pay your respects! Huzzah!
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06:57:17 PM,Friday 28 December 2001
I really like some rock band album covers. I go to record stores and look at records and tapes and CDs of rock bands and think about them... I don't buy them, 'cause I don't know how to listen to rock music, so I usually wait for someone else to tell me what's good. But I like rock album covers with dusty brick alleys on them, and rooms with faded sofas, and views of cities from hills, and cluttered kitchen tables, and old photographs of people posing with polite frowns on their faces, and stuff like that... they're exciting. Sometimes they've got good names, too. Damn. But I did buy an album called "Schadenfreude" for fifty cents, 'cause I figured it'd be a good investment. Ain't listened to it, though.
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04:15:10 PM,Wednesday 26 December 2001
Je n'aime pas Beethoven!
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04:04:02 PM,Wednesday 26 December 2001
Though, posterity... I was thinking. What-all are these bloglets for? Here's some of the ways it seems like we use it:
Communicating with the blogmass
(including Cecily's contacting Kerne through it, and other untypical short-term messages; also, formal happy birthdays, Johnny-style discussions on Profound Matters, and direct questions, to specific people or the blogmass at large. I also wonder whether talking on a bloglet is different, in important ways, from email or in-the-flesh; because we know there's others listening, but it's our blog, so whatever appears on it is understood to be with respect to ourselves. We can get personal that way, without feeling like wet blankets.)
Keeping a diary
(I always thought it would be a Good Thing to keep one, and I've started many up over the years, but was never able to sustain it, until I got a bloglet. Some people put down their daily events, like a ship's log; I'm not sure of the purpose, but there's something satisfying about it. Some people put down only dramatic things, or funny ones, or only things that would be interesting to the rest of us. Do any of us blog with the notion of looking back at it, years later, and saying "that's what I did then"? Do we have any assurance that all these pages will still exist years from now?)
Dropping mind-ballast
(sorry for the frequent nautical metaphors; I'm reading _Moby Dick_... anyway, I think this applies both to putting down whatever's going wrong, out of frustration, or sadness, or anxiety; like talking with whoever'll listen, or yelling a secret into the wind -- I don't know how many of us write our problems just to relieve our brains of them, or to get advice from the ones we know are listening -- and also to blogging the lyrics of the song stuck in your head, or what you dreamed about the night before, or, like it seems Andrew Hunt does, and what I certainly did in the early part of my bloglet, use it as a word-association game: if you want to check your email, you have to type in the first thing that occurs to you.)
Links
(this was the original idea of blogs, right? They were just supposed to be a frequently updated version of the mandatory Links page of every homepage. There's always a great first-one-on-the-block feeling to putting down a link to something glorious that you stumbled across on a dusty corner of the web at two in the morning, and a little game, even... if you get something off a page most of the blogledytes know, like the brunching shuttlecocks, or metafilter, should you link to it, or is it already old hat? Links don't seem to invite much comment, either, unless they're uproarious, but they're good fodder. These include, of course, infectious web surveys, downloadables, and links put there for storage, to be clicked at the bloglet owner's leisure.)
there must be more than this, but my mind's dry now. What do y'all use yours for? How did getting comments change the way you blogged? Do you intend to keep these pages forever, or will you be indifferent if they all disappear in a year or two? After all the Johnnies on the blogmass graduate, what will happen to it? Give forth.
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02:57:00 AM,Wednesday 26 December 2001
Loot list, for posterity.
Magnetic Hagrid with flying motorcycle and baby Harry
Hogwarts Houses banner which is very handsome, but... shouldn't it be "numquam", and not "nunquam"?
Banana bread, angel bars, homemade sand-candles, green tea
CDs: Ave Maria -- Sacred Arias and Choruses, Vivaldi Dresden Concerti, Arcade Games 2000, Bach Morimur Partitas with Chorales, Manu Chao -- Clandestino
a Nintendo 64 with "Perfect Dark" cart
Library of Congress Classical Music Calendar
"Mozart's Kazoo" (hell if I know what that means...(`8 )
Tea tree oil toothpaste, silly strawberry toothpaste, peelu dental fibers
Books: _Communicable Diseases_, _The Hot Zone_, _Who Put the Butter in Butterfly_, _The Year of the Gorilla_, _The Body in Question_, _Chick for a Day_, _Musical Form -- Studies in Analysis and Synthesis_, _Bizarre Phenomena_, _Pegasus Descending_, _Aesthetics of Musical Art_, _The Fencing Master_, _Toward a Recognition of Androgyny_, _ABC's of the Human Body_
money from a magnanimous benefactor
and a root canal.
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02:26:22 AM,Wednesday 26 December 2001
