Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
I've got the strangest feeling of deja vu. In eighth grade, I had to write a report for English class on an emotion. I chose 'hope' for some reason. Dunno why. Anyway, we had to find two pieces in literature that mentioned our emotion and write a paper on them. I chose the last bit in the Brothers Karamazov when Alyosha's talking to the boys, and then I scrambled to find anything else that mentioned hope. Somehow I found Emily Dickenson's "Hope is the Thing with Feathers", and figured I should use it, though I had no frigging clue what she was talking about. It doesn't matter in eighth grade. I also made a Martin Luther puppet and gave him a dog named Sparky, but that was earlier in the year. And then after eighth grade was over, I went to England and bought this poster of the male reproductive system in Covent Garden for a pound. It was cool -- it had all these little colored diagrams and big words and shocked my mother -- so I hung it on my closet door. And I got a cat that year, too. Some friends of ours had a cat named Androgyny that they'd never bothered to have fixed, and she turned out to be a girl after all, a fertile one, and had kittens. So I got one. And I named him after my favorite character in the Brothers Karamazov and after my favorite word on that poster I bought, and also after Mozart, though I didn't give him the Mozart names until a couple years later. So when I first got him, I named him Dmitri Spermatogonium Knight. Now, in seminar we're reading the Brothers Karamazov, in language we're reading Emily Dickenson (I never thought I'd like her poems, but there was one today that I gotta admit I thought was something worthwhile), and in Lab we're studying genetics, which involves very frequent mentioning of the word "spermatogonium". Strange as all hell.
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02:46:29 PM,Wednesday 27 March 2002
Ah! The world is benevolent.
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02:38:16 PM,Wednesday 27 March 2002
My computer is making clanking noises.
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06:06:52 PM,Tuesday 26 March 2002
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05:17:58 AM,Tuesday 26 March 2002
When I woke up this morning, I had this song stuck in my head. What was I dreaming about?
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07:13:07 PM,Monday 25 March 2002
My hands smell like Flynap. Ugh. But I am now the proud patron and protector of two white-eyed yellow-bodied Drosophilae named Abelard and Heloise. Cute little buggers.
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05:19:35 PM,Monday 25 March 2002
Hey, Ariadne, do you wanna kick my a** at Lola's? They're having a boxing competition, and Tim Sparkman says if I find another combatant, I can be in it. Pow! Biff! Bam! Zocko!
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04:12:13 PM,Monday 25 March 2002
We spent today's music class listening to a Bach partita.
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02:51:30 PM,Monday 25 March 2002
I saw them tonight. Also (I blush to speak it, but it's not my fault) Nina's Pooterhole. And many scores (ha!) of attractive persons. God. Damn. It.
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03:40:27 AM,Monday 25 March 2002
Spinoza is still alive.
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03:16:38 AM,Monday 25 March 2002
He called me honey-lamb!
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06:02:25 AM,Sunday 24 March 2002
(position 8267400 after the decimal)
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05:09:22 PM,Friday 22 March 2002
All about my hometown, in Japanese.
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11:26:26 PM,Thursday 21 March 2002
Hum. Well.
Today we had a blizzard. White out. Slippery. Three foot drifts. "Emergency Driving Only". Today I took my driver's test. I passed.
Then I had another root canal. Did you know that a good deal of the godawful smell in dentists' offices is actually clove oil? No wonder I hate those suckers. Every time I go to the dentist, they put me in the same room, and it's got this inane picture on the ceiling. It's a cartoon. There's a kid with a baseball hat and he's saying "Tell the dentist I don't need to have my teeth cleaned. I took a shower with my mouth open." And there's his mother. They both have big noses. And there's a polka-dotted couch, and some pillows with buttons, and a cat, who either has whiskers or has no whiskers and is leaning into the pillows. I'm pretty sure he has whiskers. I've memorized every detail of this cartoon. I hate it. I almost tried counting the polka dots on the couch today, but even I wasn't that desperate. If I ever own a business that requires any sort of prolonged lying-on-the-back (dentist's office, brothel, breakdancing parlor, wrestling club), I'm going to put huge intricate Hieronymus Bosch posters on the ceiling. It's a humanitarian duty.
I came home and !!! Neil sent me the coolest-ass present in the known universe! "From One Grande Dame To Another"! Oh, it's gorgeous. Just for that, I have to be in love with her again. Third time, I know, but can you blame me? {dreamy sigh}. What a perfect boy he is.
Then my brother came and took me out to boxing! Balcony seats at the Wilma! Wow. It was pretty glorious. Some of them just got pounded, but some held their own. There were eight fights -- all dudes, though the finals next weekend will have two women's divisions -- and after every one, with one exception, the combatants embraced each other like brothers. The one where the guy got a bloody nose they just shook hands. There was a pair of exceedingly attractive persons down on the floor seats. Too bashful to make myself known, plus, my brother was there. He's a stud and a half. Beautiful brother of mine. I love boxing. I would be in love with her any day of the week... but Lili Marlene trumps 'em all, I'm afraid. Glee!
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02:25:49 AM,Thursday 21 March 2002
"Towson University Post-Bac Program
Hi Mirabai
Your completed application has been reviewed and it is my pleasure to invite you to accept admission into our Post-Bac Program. Due to early summer registration scheduled to begin this week, I would like to fax you the Second Bacc Degree Application and Health form required before I can register you for the summer session. If you wish to join us, I would need to have them returned as soon as possible preferable by the end of the week.Please call or e-mail me if you have any questions."
Wheee!
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04:31:00 PM,Tuesday 19 March 2002
My mom's mad at me.
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12:26:31 AM,Tuesday 19 March 2002
"someone who can spoare with me in the brains department. someone whoe,s sexy can take a joke."
-- a personals ad, of course.
I must admit, I'm intrigued.
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11:30:49 PM,Monday 18 March 2002
So. It was a splendid, perfect birthday. My mom made asparagus soup, fried halibut with Japanese breading over mashed carrots, parsnips, and potatoes, with lots of bread and butter, Martinelli's, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle ice cream cake filled with white chocolate and raspberry-liquored chocolate raspberry hearts. Then, presents!! I got a phone card, a book of pirate dames (called, heh heh, "Booty"), a book on the north pole, many other glorious books besides, a mancala game, an alarm clock, a framed photograph of drag queens under glass, an obscene amount of money from a mad, sweet benefactor, and a promise to go up to Grizzly Grocery, buy $20 worth of candy, and gamble it all away playing poker with rootbeer and crayon cigarettes. Then we watched Darby O'Gill and the Little People. Then I went to Amvets. I played lots of pool, drank two soda-pops, and bought everbody booze. I spent all the money in my wallet. Damn, it felt good. The bartender said as a present he would get any babe in the room to give me my birthday spankings... but I was too timorous. I danced with a very attractive person, got drunkenly (and affectionately) manhandled by a well-meaning but slightly less attractive person, and met (!!!) a tremendously attractive person who, it turned out, I had gone to high school with, who recognized me, and remembered my name. Snakes alive. She drug me out along with her and her chums to two different parties, both charming, and we finally ended up eating breakfast and playing video poker in a truckstop in East Missoula at six in the morning. Steak, two eggs, toast, and hashbrowns for $3.95, hell yeah. Gave her my phone number on the copy of croquet rules I keep in my wallet. Hope I can find another copy somewhere. Went home, slept the sleep of the giggly and the venerable, and woke up early to go driving.
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08:05:36 PM,Monday 18 March 2002
Rejoice, ye geekpervs; rejoice!
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03:57:13 PM,Monday 18 March 2002
