Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
Ooh, I'm so tempted. But if I bought the ebook version, I couldn't read it in the bathtub. Perplexity.
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02:18:29 AM,Monday 21 March 2005
Hogwarts or Battle School?
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12:50:29 AM,Monday 21 March 2005
Oh! So that thing about the Ark of the Covenant being a giant capacitor isn't so new -- it's discussed in Foucault's Pendulum:
"The ark was made of acacia wood sheathed in gold inside and out -- the same principle as elecric condensers, two conductors separated by an insulator. It was encircled by a garland, also of gold, and set in a dry region where the magnetic field reached five hundred to six hundred volts per vertical meter. It's said that Porsena used electricity to free his realm from the presence of a frightful animal called Volt."
"Which is why Alessandro Volta chose that exotic pseudonym. Before, his name was simply Szmrszlyn Khraznapahwshkij."
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08:12:17 PM,Friday 18 March 2005
I, uh... what?
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05:22:53 PM,Friday 18 March 2005
O.o.C.Q.o.S.D.A.: "Between my obsessive-compulsive tendencies and your ass, this is going to take a while."
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07:54:07 AM,Friday 18 March 2005
Marmite Cocktails All Round!
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07:53:37 AM,Friday 18 March 2005
What a lovely, lovely day. I got off work in a bad mood, but my smiling ma (and the raspberry custard tarts she came home with), hot water, and presents set me right. My dear brother got me a book from 1952 on how to be a sales agent for the manufacturing industries -- if I really strike it big, I could be earning $5,000 - $11,000 a year! Golly. I'll get right on that.
Four or five hours of sleep, and then school. Getting down there was fun, what with the St. Patrick's Day parade all up 5th avenue. The subway was packed with red-faced, singing cops in kilts, and we were treated to a bagpipe concert all the way down Lexington. Yeehaw!
Class itself is still a little frustrating; the material (Milton, Blake, Wordsworth, and Coleridge, so far) is fantastic, the professor is brilliant, but the conversation... rarely satisfies. For one thing, one of the loudest mouths in the class is forever bragging (before Dr. W. shows up) that he's never even opened any of the books we study. So he just makes up glib-sounding bullshit on the fly (he's also the one who apparently got an A+ on a paper he wrote comparing Coleridge's faith in language to a bad blow job.)
There are maybe two other people besides me who have actually read the books and want to talk about them, and maybe two or three more that make an effort to pipe up intermittently, even though it's usually to say, "I tried to read this, but it didn't make any sense." The rest of the class just sinks down in their seats and, if they're ever called on, mumble "I don't know." or "Pass." or "I agree with what everyone else was saying." Oh well. I'm still getting a lot out of it. He didn't even know it was my birthday until the end of class, but Dr. W. gave me a copy of the book he wrote on King Lear. Damn sweet.
Then sushi! Lobster wasabi and lychee sorbet and salmon plane'arium! And more presents! A book of short stories and a CD of Chevalier Saint-Georges from my mom, a video documentary on him from my dad, a beautiful handmade blank paper book from K.'s mom, and a Bayeux Tapestry necktie from K.! It's so so glorious.
Then, when I got to work, my employer had bought me flowers and gave me a card and a birthday bonus. I'm a lucky goddamn kid.
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01:48:01 AM,Friday 18 March 2005
I almost forgot!
Last night I went down to K.'s for a kiss before work. As I was leaving her place, I noticed a rather pudgy, very naked man with a boxcutter slicing the packing tape off a big cardboard box near the elevator. I was about to wave and say, "Hello, very naked man!" when he saw me, squeaked, and ducked back inside his apartment. So I shrugged and pressed the down button.
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06:45:11 AM,Thursday 17 March 2005
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04:23:22 AM,Thursday 17 March 2005
It's been a year since I first heard her voice. And we're the same age now, too -- one year shy of a quarter of a century. Holy hell.
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02:32:15 AM,Thursday 17 March 2005
"Speaks positively to those who are gossiping and admonishes them to cease."
Oddest job description I've seen in a while.
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02:02:57 AM,Thursday 17 March 2005
Nightmare about my dad dying. Ugh.
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06:19:13 PM,Wednesday 16 March 2005
Yet another reason to switch to Linux. I may actually do it someday. Mark my words. Seriously. I swear.
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06:04:30 AM,Wednesday 16 March 2005
DigitalSundial!
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05:54:37 AM,Wednesday 16 March 2005
Heh! My man Drano found our old Hellgate Jazz Band album. Yeah, we were a bunch of spazzy white kids, but you can't say we didn't work for it. Once we even beat all the other high schools in the state and got to open for the Mingus Big Band. And we tried our damnedest to have a little soul -- hours of dooWAdooWAdoo workouts and regimented butt-wiggling to the old masters. Our director was the squarest-looking of all of us, but he knew his Welk from his Waller. Bandfaggery gave me purpose. It was probably the only thing that kept me from dropping out altogether, really. I'm glad to remember it. And embarrassed as floog to be posting it, but that's what this stuff's for, right?
Thrill to my missed high notes in Chick Corea's Spain! I usually played it on flugelhorn, as if that's any excuse.
Other tracks: Groovin' Hard, Georgia On My Mind, Double Helix, Take the A Train, Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most
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03:51:48 AM,Wednesday 16 March 2005
What does it mean when a relationship's sweet nothings consist largely of convoluted in-jokes about 17th-century circumcision poems?
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01:46:09 AM,Wednesday 16 March 2005
Drinkable blueberry goat yogurt is cataclysmically happy-making.
(Hey, if it's good enough for Milton...)
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04:18:25 PM,Tuesday 15 March 2005
If any of you cats fancy Schubert's "Auf Dem Wasser Zu Singen", I've got a whole bunch of different versions stored in aufdemwasser@gmail.com, password "zusingen".
And, incidentally, if anyone has an mp3 of any sort that they'd like our sphere to hear, why not upload it there? Music piracy is funn!
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08:03:27 AM,Tuesday 15 March 2005
I just learned that my employer's husband played Kate in an 8th grade production of The Taming of the Shrew. I am charmed by this.
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07:39:00 AM,Tuesday 15 March 2005
Ok, assume I do get into Hunter, but don't get any money. It's pretty likely, given my stats. And assume I don't have a new high-paying job with flexible hours by then, either. What do I do? Do I keep this job, taking classes during the day, sleeping in the evening, and having nothing resembling a life? Do I quit this job and get a $7-$9/hr part time job, live like a pauper, and take out more loans to supplement the difference? Or do I shrug my shoulders, turn them down, refine my application, and apply again next year to every college with an English Graduate program in the city, hoping that one of them will give me a break? I mean, NYU is busting with fellowships, but even if I had a shot at them, do I actually want to go to NYU? Bleh and damnity.
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06:26:15 AM,Tuesday 15 March 2005
