Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
Streaming Mira Bai bhajans.
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12:13:25 PM,Friday 12 November 2004
Quizzed the girl on her Greek verb forms last night. There's so much I've forgotten. I want it back. Glorious language. She wants to study Greek prose composition at the graduate level, and, damnit, I want to be able to read what she writes when she does. Then I dreamed about St. John's today. Looming new dormitories and huddled conclaves in the coffee shop. Here comes one of my fits again. {gnashing of teeth}
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09:37:19 PM,Wednesday 10 November 2004
Mess of Pottage.
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02:48:27 PM,Wednesday 10 November 2004
Flattened affect.
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11:12:19 AM,Monday 8 November 2004
Thank God for Bill Moyers. What a beautiful man.
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10:23:26 AM,Sunday 7 November 2004
I'm still mulling over my response to the fascinating flamewar discourse going on in my comments. Basically, I respect you all greatly (yourself certainly included, Tatyana, though I wish you wouldn't sneer at my brother -- it gets my hackles up, as I'm sure you can understand) and am not too downtrodden to want to think about all this stuff some more. Hearing it from the radio and T.V. and seeing it in the papers keeps plunging me into sickening bouts of incoherence, but whenever I get away from them, I turn happy again. And, blessedly, when I talk about it with actual people who I actually know -- admittedly, it's mostly been allies, and we all just sort of spume and lick our wounds together, but I can sort of mournfully regard the other side too, and try to codify my own ideas, if nothing else. I'm not naive enough to think that we're going to convince each other, but there's some good, I think, in clearing the air mano a mano as opposed to all this shouting in the wilderness. Anyway, none of this expresses an opinion on whether it's a good and decent thing to leave the country or not. Partly because I require a good deal of explanation respecting all my reasons for considering it, and if I try to get into it without sounding them out completely I'll feel disingenuous (as I sort of do after that short cryptic frustrated cussing post that kicked the whole thing off. There's more to it, but I sure as hell don't take it back.)
Anyway, nuffa this. Have some of Pepys's dirty bits, complete with footnotes -- discovered delightfully through a referrer who found me god knows where ("Boxer"? did you see me get my ass kicked that gloriously ill-starred night? Are you a Johnny or just an oddment of our vague variety? Regardless, you write Higgledy-Piggledies about Heliogabalus and, in my eyes at least, that makes you bona fide with a capital bona! Woof!)
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11:29:35 PM,Thursday 4 November 2004
Just sold the other copy of my mom's book!
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02:27:33 PM,Thursday 4 November 2004
My optimism is spent. I just want out. My mom says she'll move back to Norway. My dad's pushing for Patagonia. K.'s mom intimated something about New Zealand last night, but K. and I are sort of thinking Britannia or thereabouts. Who's in? God fucking damnit.
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02:36:13 PM,Wednesday 3 November 2004
I just made Eggs Florentine! Well, I only had canned spinach, and I didn't know how to make Hollandaise sauce, so I used melted Mozzarella, and I fried the eggs instead of poaching them, and I only had two eggs for four English Muffin halves, and I didn't feel like toasting them so I microwaved the lot 'cause the eggs were underdone and the spinach was cold, but still! It was totally almost kinda quasi Eggs Florentine, and pretty damn tasty to boot. I feel all culinarical.
Plus, my parents sent me my trumpet. Rootle-toot. I'm jakked.
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07:55:08 PM,Monday 1 November 2004
K.'s having a Come-In-Drag-As-A-Character-From-An-Obscure-Book party tomorrow, and we're making a giant egg and playing whist! Can't wait. I'm going as The Lad Who Stared Everyone Down.
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08:22:49 PM,Saturday 30 October 2004
I dreamed my boots got all soggy. What does that mean?
Lenny's album doesn't suck! Yay! Well, the first track does. It basically disembowels Lord Byron with a grapefruit spoon (or a tenor sax; I couldn't quite tell, through all the screaming). Gah. I love that poem. I wish it could have remained forever unembellished with smooth jazz. But if I can forgive anyone for it, it's you, Mr. Cohen. Just don't let it happen again. No, the rest of it's really quite good. I like more of the songs than I did on his last one, and several of them I like very very much. Also, interestingly, my favorite song so far (There For You), just like last time (A Thousand Kisses Deep), is the one I thought I'd like least, only having read the lyrics. But he takes these trite phrases that have always inspired kneejerk revulsion in me and puts just the right amount of growling English on 'em. They've also both got slow somber grooves that can't be beat; I guess I'm just a sucker for that.
So I didn't wind up getting four days off. I got Monday off, but I slept through it, 'cause I'd worked 'til 8:30 that morning. And then I worked four hours each on Tuesday and Wednesday, and they wanted me to work tonight, but I said NOHOW, 'cause I'm meeting my girl and we're going to the museum and having adventures, damnit. But I think I'm going to be able to go back to the bookstore, which makes me happy -- going in to talk to my boss today. The eclipse was wonderful. And Tom's of Maine now makes fluoridated non-whitening apricot-flavored toothpaste!! If you cannot understand my elation, you are not worthy of its bounty. God, it rules rules rules. Now, out to buy milk.
Current Mood: Grinning
Current Music: L.C. -- Nightingale
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10:43:41 AM,Thursday 28 October 2004
My mother is doing one of those naked-old-lady-pinups-for-charity calendars. She's Miss November. Lord have mercy on our souls.
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09:40:38 AM,Tuesday 26 October 2004
My roommate just signed off an email with "Doing our part to strive towards a world in which Eugene Debs can throw back a cold one with one of those little shits from Pokemon." My roommate's pretty awesome.
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07:13:14 PM,Monday 25 October 2004
...covet?
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10:43:22 AM,Monday 25 October 2004
So starting tomorrow I'll have four days off. Four days! Dude. And weekdays, at that. What'll I do with 'em? Lessee...
Go to the DMV and get a New York driver's license. -- No dice. Montana License, Social Security card, Credit Card, Blood Donor Card, Library Card, Expired Met Opera Guild Membership Card: Not ebloodynough for 'em. So I'm having my mom ship out my birth certificate. Grrr.
Walk all around the city, particularly my neighborhood, to see what's where. -- A bit. But mostly the Upper West Side and East Harlem. Still, it's something. I'm slowly getting this city under my feet.
Buy a chair and possibly a bookcase. Hell, maybe even some pants. -- Not yet, but I got a gray $10 muscle shirt from the Gap. Ph33r me.
Educate myself about local election candidates.
Take the practice GRE and set up a study schedule. -- Yeah, but I don't know what my results are, 'cause the Princeton Review uploading system is fuznukkited. Oh well. I'm gonna have my girl grade my essay when she gets around to it. GRE studying might be superseded by NaNo anyway, and I've got 'til April to apply, so whatevuh.
Frolic with the girl, either at her place or at large. Maybe Cafe Taci? -- Been doing a lovely deal of that, and about to go do more! Glee!
Buy new Leonard Cohen album! Yee! -- Been listening to it nonstop, too, and liking it more and more with each listen.
Decide for good and all whether I'm even going to attempt NaNo this year. -- Yes I am, God help me. We'll see how far I get.
Think about Halloween costume.
Tootle on recorder and junky-ass trumpet.
Scope out the library and maybe find a public swimming pool. -- Scoped out two libraries, bought The Dream of Scipio for 75 cents, and checked out a book of Proust's short stories. No pool yet.
Make lentil soup?
Look into Avenue Q and Sicilian Vespers tickets and make other preparations for pending invasion of Queer Opera Punks.
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08:14:46 PM,Sunday 24 October 2004
Fneh.
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11:26:33 AM,Sunday 24 October 2004
Two more days!
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11:10:08 AM,Sunday 24 October 2004
"I want a tome. You guys sell tomes here?" he asked us jokily.
"Yes sir. Also volumes."
"Oh." He scowled, disappointed that he hadn't caught us out.
"And grimoires," I added helpfully.
"Yes. Well, yes. Uh. I want a book."
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08:35:55 PM,Thursday 21 October 2004
Titian's The Flaying of Marsyas. (Wound up getting The Sea, The Sea, and it was mentioned in the Foreword.)
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07:00:43 PM,Thursday 21 October 2004
I just sold a copy of my mom's book! And another lady looked at the other copy for almost half an hour. She really wanted it, 'cause it was, as she said, "so cute", though she was really shopping for baby journals, not cookbooks, so she couldn't get it. But she might be back. So woo.
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02:44:17 PM,Thursday 21 October 2004
