Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
So I finished my paper, turned it in, slept, went to work, came home, and found that my computer wouldn't start, even in safe mode. So suck.
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08:17:59 PM,Friday 20 May 2005
Paper done. Going to work. w00t.
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10:18:46 AM,Thursday 19 May 2005
This bears linking, and how. Any thoughts?
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04:13:41 AM,Thursday 19 May 2005
One Pint of Coffee-Flavored Frozen Yogurt + One Bag of Croutons + One Bag of Licorice Roots + One Open Window + One Topless Torso = One Unusually Pleasant Paper-Writing Experience.
It's going well, and I think I'll have what I need when I need it. Unfortunately, I've just gotten to the punchy part of the process, as evidenced by the sentence, "The Lament for Damon reveals both why Milton chose not to trip along in Diodati's light fantastick toe-prints and why he loved him so profoundly."
I'm leaving it in, too, goddamnit. Y'all can blow me.
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03:55:33 AM,Thursday 19 May 2005
Ariadne Auf Nauseous (unfortunately the poor girl seems to have a bit of a bug) is here. Yay!
So. Milton paper. Dude. You typed a hundred and fifty four pages in seven hours today. I mean, yeah, admittedly they were 14-point font with very wide margins and you didn't have to come up with the content, (interviews with the cast and writers of Six Feet Under, suckas. I know all spoilers! I tell none! Ha-ha!) but that's still a lot of goddamn pages. So you've got an outline, you've got a thesis, you've got a bunch of salient points and relevant excerpts -- you can do freakin' eight-to-ten in twelve hours. Seriously, now. Hop to.
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09:48:06 PM,Wednesday 18 May 2005
My dad and awesomely doctoral brother were on the front page of the paper!
(but, um... degree in history!? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, as the kids like to say?)
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08:48:52 AM,Monday 16 May 2005
"Hermes thrice goat! Son of Hermes twice goat!"
"It's goat-fed on goat-fed goats for that triple-goat flavor!"
I LOVE THIS WOMAN.
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05:19:56 AM,Monday 16 May 2005
My girlfriend is currently singing "Putrefaction" to the tune of "Oklahoma". And the night goes on.
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11:33:44 PM,Sunday 15 May 2005
We played crusader! It was gay.
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09:45:42 PM,Sunday 15 May 2005
Oh, and I just looked it up. "By the dog" in Greek is "ne ton kuna", with an eta.
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09:12:30 PM,Sunday 15 May 2005
Or let my Lamp at midnight hour,
Be seen in som high lonely Towr,
Where I may oft out-watch the Bear,
With thrice great Hermes, or unsphear
The spirit of Plato to unfold
What Worlds, or what vast Regions hold.
-- Milton
Pulling an all-nighter with the girl, both of us up paper-writing. She on the steps of the Alchemical Great Work (Hermes Trismegistus et al.), and me on that gent up thar, with Plato and Schiller for elucidation. Sushi and cookies and chips for sustenance. Intermittent rumbling beast attacks. Snogging on the hour. I sure as hell ain't complaining.
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09:04:49 PM,Sunday 15 May 2005
My tooth has started twinging. I guess I'll have to have that root canal after all. Damn it.
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11:53:23 PM,Saturday 14 May 2005
Man, I suck. But sometimes (usually while procrastinating) I try to make amends. Remember this? I just got asked some more by a friend of mine. Awright, so I'll answer, and I'll also reciprocate, though too many of these are too long overdue.
1.) Have you ever seen or experienced something so beautiful that it moved you to tears or generated any sort of significant emotional response?
2.) In a theoretical Peter Pan universe, what would your happy thought be? Did you want to be a Lost Boy? I still do, personally.
Hot damn did I (do I) want to be a Lost Boy. I remember reading Peter Pan for the first time in the parking lot of the Italian deli when I was about eight. My mom was buying shmancy spring water or something, but I refused to go inside 'cause it smelled like stale salami, so I bunched up with my knees on the dashboard and read and read. The only trouble is that you can't really be a pirate and live in a treehouse at the same time, trees being generally less than seaworthy. My happy thought. Hm. Maybe... and sorry to be predictable, but... maybe something related to the tears in the first question -- singing Ave Verum Corpus in college, at Christmas, in a big booming hall, jammed in together with a couple hundred geeks and tutors, all tipsy or tone deaf to varying degrees, open-throated and happy.
3.) Have you ever had to deal with active prejudice or cruelty regarding your sexual identity or your willingness to bend gender rules occasionally?
No. This makes me a lucky little sucker. My mom gives me grief about it, but it's very loving grief, and it comes from bafflement, not malice. I dunno. Sometimes I wish people found me threatening occasionally, 'cause it would make me feel less like an objet de cute and more like a force to be reckoned with, but I have to say I usually don't mind sliding by.
4.) How optimistic do you feel about the slow movement toward social acceptance of diversity?
Hm. I have the luxury to be able to feel pretty damn optimistic about most things, even if it's only out of contrariness. But understanding -- not just platitudinizing -- the concept of "nothing human is alien to me" is a very very sticky problem, and one that I've got to grapple with like crazy every day. I feel that I can't, in good faith, pay much attention to society's progress or lack of it until I've at least started to fix it in myself. I dunno. Stop listening to me and read "Everything that Rises Must Converge". I think there's an answer in there somewhere, though damned if I know how to say it.
5.) Have you ever experienced a random act of kindness that ultimately changed your life or your view of mankind?
I feel like my entire life has been a firestorm of unrelenting, pulverizing, senseless acts of kindness. I don't know whether I need a flak jacket, a parasol, or a trebuchet.
Ok. Now then --
Julia:
1. What's the weirdest combination of foods you've ever tried?
2. What the hell is all this Uri Boretchka business? Can you give me both the amusing story version (which I've heard and want to hear again) and the actual unfunny real life version?
3. Have you and Moss ever combined and then anagrammatized your names? If so, did you get any amusing and/or printable results?
4. Which is scarier, hubris or mediocrity?
5. I want to be less of a dick to people. How should I start?
Kevin:
1. What's the filthiest thing you can say in Japanese?
2. How did you manage to play the bass drum and listen to the radio at the same time during middle school band class?
3. What are the attributes of your ideal woman?
4. In what ways have you changed since we used to hang out?
5. How fast do you type?
Gillen:
1. If Frank Sinatra offered you forty bucks and cab fare home to spend the night with him in an upscale Vegas hotel room, would you take him up on it?
2. What's your favorite of all your song parodies?
3. If you were addicted to a Gibsonesque designer drug, what would it be called, how would it be administered, and what effects would it have? Points for style.
4. Are you aware that "I ream up the rectum with a radish" is not, as the Johnny Bride would have it, "Rapsidaw", but "Rhaphanidow"?
5. Have you ever deliberately started an urban legend or conspiracy theory? If so, did it take off?
Gabriel:
1. So what is it about countertenors, exactly?
2. If you had to sleep on a bed of a single dried herb, which would you choose?
3. When you see a figure you fancy and then find out that it's the opposite sex from the one you presumed it was, are you annoyed or titillated or both?
4. If you had to spend a year either eating nothing but military MREs or reading nothing but fanfiction, which would you choose?
5. What could I do to pass more effectively in public, starting with a nickname?
Feel free to answer in the comments, in your own blogs, by email, or not at all, as it please ye.
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05:09:57 AM,Saturday 14 May 2005
"Next this marble venom'd seat
Smear'd with gumms of glutenous heat
I touch with chaste palms moist and cold,
Now the spell hath lost his hold."
-- Milton, "A Mask"
Sexy or gross? Or both?
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03:48:35 AM,Saturday 14 May 2005
I do not need a $99 Baroque bow.
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02:25:52 AM,Saturday 14 May 2005
It's stupid for her to have rights to The Pillow Book in my head. She doesn't read; she forfeits. Screw chronology. So what if it sank into her? It slipped off me. Everything slipped off me but "oleaginous" in Sharpie. So that's how it is. Nobody owns a movie. I'm taking it back. It's mine as much as anyone's.
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01:30:19 AM,Saturday 14 May 2005
Beautiful day. Sweet air and blue. Made what worked out to almost $18.50 an hour at work today, fueled by the unstoppable combination of an entire pot of volcano tea and a pretty damn fascinating interview that had me typing like a jackrabbit to find out what happened next.
Got into Hunter. No financial aid, so it probably means I can't go, but, on the other hand, tuition's only $2,700 a semester, rent is $610 a month, and I wouldn't have to pay my student loans. If I get good enough at this job and live on ramen, it may just barely be possible. Something to think about, anyway.
On the way home, I saw a girl reading a book the same size and shape as the Guru Gita. Craned my neck around all rude to make sure, and so it was. Had a nice conversation. Should really try to get to the Ashram, even if just for old time's sake. They just started doing the Rudram, and I love the Rudram. So mebbe.
Tonight, I sleep (sleep!) between the varied limbs of a brazen-browed beauty and a yellow crested walrus. Can't wait.
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06:17:52 PM,Thursday 12 May 2005
Ok. Last time I really slept was Monday night. Woke up Tuesday morning around eleven, felt great. Rode out Tuesday, went to class, went to dinner, went to work. Got my blood drawn, went home, slept for an hour, went to work. Went home, took a shower, saw my girl for half an hour, went to work. Five more hours of this left, then a three-hour break, then between five and eight more hours of work, and then I'm free 'til Friday at 2 pm. I think I'm gonna pencil in a little sleep somewhere in there. I've just reached that vaguely unpleasant floaty stage, and I'm not sure I'm up to living in it indefinitely.
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03:05:34 AM,Thursday 12 May 2005
Tonight I went from two dead pixels to a one-inch strip of them surrounding the diagonal crack, making the screen functionally illegible without a whole lot of obnoxious scrolling. And the power cord problem continues to degenerate. I don't know what I'm gonna do. Scavenge this thing for parts, I guess, and buy a new (or used) el-cheapo laptop to replace it. Sigh.
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04:38:59 AM,Wednesday 11 May 2005
