Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
Tasty Mediterranean Legume Mush
1 can chick peas (garbanzo beans, little cicero-heads), mashed with a fork
Two tablespoons garlic-and-chive gournay cheese
Paprika, salt, and cumin to taste
Combine over medium heat in sauce pan, glomming it all together vigorously with a wooden spoon. Wish desperately for some lemon juice. Serve with water in a plastic Doublestuff Oreo cup handed out free in student union. Smack lips with surprise and triumph. Glow smugly with mad gourmet skillz.
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09:31:35 PM,Monday 7 October 2002
That's that, then. I talked with the director of the post-bacc. premed. program and he says it shouldn't be any problem if I want to audit all my classes instead of taking them for credit. That way, I can still stay in Maryland until December, I can play all the Early Music concerts, I can waste an additional month or two of my mother's money without having anything to show for it, and I can just enjoy learning about science without going out of my mind avoiding homework and flunking tests. Sounds like one of the nicest vacations I've ever had. Thank you, infinitely magnanimous if not infinitely well-heeled parents. I'll make it up to you some day, I swear.
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04:01:42 PM,Monday 7 October 2002
Mama, can I go walking in the Rattlesnake with you sometime?
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01:28:55 PM,Monday 7 October 2002
Y'know, I'd really like "contemporary" classical music if it weren't so repetitive and discordant and annoying.
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01:25:38 PM,Monday 7 October 2002
While reading Nothing Nice to Say, a charming webcomic about two affable young losers who sit around and talk about punk rock all the time, I was suddenly struck with the overwhelming urge to start writing my own webcomic, like, say, maybe... about two affable young losers who sit around and talk about opera all the time. I've got a title, four detailed character biographies, and the confident knowledge that I can't draw worth #(*&. Discouraging. I also don't have any jokes yet, but, y'know, I figure that's easily resolved. (If Anne would ever find those opera puns for me! {sob}) What else are you gonna do at 4:00am on a school night? I ask you.
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04:07:59 AM,Monday 7 October 2002
The squares of wood on Martin's floor are hypnotic. Pastime with good company! I am equipped with a partly-plundered jar of Marmite, a choice selection of frozen dinners, a jew's harp, and many other good things besides. Tomorrow, Brazil!
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12:01:11 AM,Sunday 6 October 2002
This is my home town.
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01:44:26 AM,Friday 4 October 2002
I need [to take off my] pants.
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05:14:22 PM,Thursday 3 October 2002
I made a mistake, and I think I'm giving up.
Man, all this was pretty sudden.
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03:25:25 PM,Thursday 3 October 2002
Too common; too precious; too sentimental.
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12:56:52 AM,Thursday 3 October 2002
Haydn as a purgative. (Cello Concerto #1 in C, third movement, cranked LOUD)
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07:25:32 PM,Wednesday 2 October 2002
Hubris
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06:48:20 PM,Wednesday 2 October 2002
Dereliction of Duty
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06:48:06 PM,Wednesday 2 October 2002
I didn't know there were such things. I want. Bad.
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04:37:28 PM,Wednesday 2 October 2002
Whaddya know. I'm wilfully skipping a class. I haven't done that in quite a while. I missed some classes at St. John's, but mostly 'cause I overslept. I didn't even skip High School classes if I could help it. I don't have any excuse or justification -- I got up (well, didn't sleep, actually, but got my ass out of bed) in plenty of time, showered, came back to my room, got half-dressed, contemplated putting my books in my backpack, sat down, and just... didn't. It's not even the fun kind of hooky where I can sit at home all day eating ice cream and looking out the window, because I'll have to go to my next class at 11:00; there's a test and a lab today. And because I don't have any ice cream. Or windows.
It's not going to become a habit. I missed one class all summer because I overslept. I'll miss this class this semester because I'm petulant and sluggish. But I've got the willpower to schlep my sorry frame around where it needs to be. I just need to sit here and listen to trumpet voluntaries and think about stuff for a while. And I'll study for my test, too. And then I'll put some pants on and trudge over to the science building and last out the day. And then I'll get on my flying carpet to Serendib and eat damsons and figs plucked from golden boughs.
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09:07:02 AM,Wednesday 2 October 2002
Feet of Clay
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08:48:34 AM,Wednesday 2 October 2002
Ugh. Too much barley.
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04:45:40 AM,Wednesday 2 October 2002
My roommates have decided to go as Moulin Rouge can-can girls to Halloween. So of course I have decided to go as my hero, idol, and all-around brilliant artiste, Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Monfa. Needed: a beard, a cane, a high-crowned bowler, a pea-coat, a cravat, a pair of pince-nez, and a way to stand four inches shorter.
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12:32:59 AM,Wednesday 2 October 2002
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Marilyn Horne.
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01:52:46 AM,Tuesday 1 October 2002
The phrase "The money and the flesh" appears in two Leonard Cohen songs. Can you name both of them without Googling? I bet you can't.
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01:19:49 AM,Tuesday 1 October 2002
