Accountable Infinity However (Letters to Myself)
31 mar 2003
There are no solids in the universe. There are no surfaces. There are no straight lines. Why did the chicken cross the road?
--R. Buckminster Fuller
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--R. Buckminster Fuller
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"Attention to health is life's greatest hindrance."
- Plato (427-347 B.C.)
"Plato was a bore."
- Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)
"Nietzsche was stupid and abnormal."
- Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910)
"I'm not going to get into the ring with Tolstoy."
- Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)
"Hemingway was a jerk."
- Harold Robbins ¶ 08:09 0 comments
- Plato (427-347 B.C.)
"Plato was a bore."
- Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)
"Nietzsche was stupid and abnormal."
- Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910)
"I'm not going to get into the ring with Tolstoy."
- Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)
"Hemingway was a jerk."
- Harold Robbins ¶ 08:09 0 comments
"People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid."
- Soren Aabye Kierkegaard ¶ 07:49 0 comments
- Soren Aabye Kierkegaard ¶ 07:49 0 comments
29 mar 2003
Earthquake party, come and gone.... so 15 hours and no local earthquakes? We failed. But Blake is now working on a device to blow up the core of the earth. Wouldn't it be easier to make it implode?
Scene: lack of platters, again. Max searches cupboards.
Rebekah: You can't eat ice cream cake off of poison, Max.
Scene: Max, Sarah & Blake on couch. Nik has large blue pillow and is preparing to strike.
Sarah: Who are you about to smother?
Nik: first I'm gonna bruise you, then I'm gonna blind Blake.
Blake & Sarah: (die cowardly by pillow attack)
Thomas just dropped a speaker off a rather high shelf onto my head. Ten points for him (he's the only success in the earthquake department) and four points of pain for me.
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Scene: lack of platters, again. Max searches cupboards.
Rebekah: You can't eat ice cream cake off of poison, Max.
Scene: Max, Sarah & Blake on couch. Nik has large blue pillow and is preparing to strike.
Sarah: Who are you about to smother?
Nik: first I'm gonna bruise you, then I'm gonna blind Blake.
Blake & Sarah: (die cowardly by pillow attack)
Thomas just dropped a speaker off a rather high shelf onto my head. Ten points for him (he's the only success in the earthquake department) and four points of pain for me.
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27 mar 2003
sadly, he has no lasers....
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now he's chewing on my hair.
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Thomas is climbing onto my head.
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Well, I never thought it would come up... but I would, in fact, prefer earthquake sex to meat jello anyday. Then again, very very odd things always come up while talking to Blake. Blake likes meat salads. And my cat, Sable, likes fishwater.
Hola2Sarah: so, other than watching tremors, can you remind what exactly will come to pass at this earthquake party?
Askew Coup: well, we'll talk a lot about earthquakes,
Askew Coup: maybe jump around, break glass, and throw things off shelves.
Askew Coup: same ol', same ol
Hola2Sarah: oh no... my dad... will not be pleased... oh dear!
Askew Coup: but mainly watch tremors and hang out
Hola2Sarah: yay!
Askew Coup: well, we will probaly break him as well
Askew Coup: as if he were on a shelf
Hola2Sarah: I'll keep my dad off shelves tomorow
So the earthquake party is at my house Friday afternoon/night... plans still need to be finalized. Call me if I or Blake don't call you. Earthquake power!
p.s.: does anyone have access to an earthquake machine? like the little ones for testing balsa wood structures in wood class & OM back in the day? because that would be awesome. (i've had an urge lately to build things out of balsa wood and then crush them with small teenagers.)
or ian & kirk: how's your earthquake machine coming?
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Hola2Sarah: so, other than watching tremors, can you remind what exactly will come to pass at this earthquake party?
Askew Coup: well, we'll talk a lot about earthquakes,
Askew Coup: maybe jump around, break glass, and throw things off shelves.
Askew Coup: same ol', same ol
Hola2Sarah: oh no... my dad... will not be pleased... oh dear!
Askew Coup: but mainly watch tremors and hang out
Hola2Sarah: yay!
Askew Coup: well, we will probaly break him as well
Askew Coup: as if he were on a shelf
Hola2Sarah: I'll keep my dad off shelves tomorow
So the earthquake party is at my house Friday afternoon/night... plans still need to be finalized. Call me if I or Blake don't call you. Earthquake power!
p.s.: does anyone have access to an earthquake machine? like the little ones for testing balsa wood structures in wood class & OM back in the day? because that would be awesome. (i've had an urge lately to build things out of balsa wood and then crush them with small teenagers.)
or ian & kirk: how's your earthquake machine coming?
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Yesterday, as you know, was the best Wednesday ever. Except I yelled at Barbie for not doing her Spanish, and she told me that I stress her out. Ummm.... yeah, but at this rate I calculate it'll take her 22 years to learn Spanish. So I went to Nate's and we watched The Game, which is a very good movie. I really want a Tshirt that says "I was drugged and left for dead in Mexico and all I got was this lousy Tshirt" except I'm not sure I'd appreciate being drugged and left for dead in Mexico. I suppose it depends where in Mexico we're talking about.
Max comes up with thebest worst if/or questions ever.
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Max comes up with the
26 mar 2003
I slept through my 9 o'clock class, walked Jessi instead, and don't have my night class today. This is the best Wednesday ever. (now, should I go be a real college student and get drunk? ay? ay?)
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25 mar 2003
The plural of 'mongoose' better be 'mongai'. Hey, who's the English major here?
And the purpose of college is totally getting drunk every day. That's why Tuesdays suck. I'm totally over my hangover and I have to wait at least until tomorow to get drunk again. ¶ 08:54 0 comments
And the purpose of college is totally getting drunk every day. That's why Tuesdays suck. I'm totally over my hangover and I have to wait at least until tomorow to get drunk again. ¶ 08:54 0 comments
24 mar 2003
p.s. I am well aware of the conjugations of 'to do'
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23 mar 2003
'they say
the truth will set you free
but so will a lie
it depends if you're reaching for the promised land
or just trying to get by' ~Ani~
If You Give a Mouse a Cookie
or
Some Stories She Tells Herself
some strive for power; settle for happiness
some strive for happiness; settle for just getting by
some strive to get by; nothing to settle for then
but the one thing i can say about the 'human condition': we don't settle well
ask for a promise; settle for a judgement
but maybe I am still a child
and this is my preparation
for the adult life I will someday lead
but i really don't think so
i think it will go on and on and on
my inhibitions following his fear
(i am a vagabond/i am a vagabond
let's eat cattle together, dumpling!)
i will settle for action
and whose right is it to know a happy childhood?
and whose right is it to have children?
at what point was this inevitable?
because our god caused all this
but our beliefs can't save us now
from the facts we formed
proven by any theory
even god
must one day
admit defeat
and I cannot see myself
old
without children around
but I can never see myself with children
at all
because it's not my right
to perpetuate a losing game
and it was never our right
to cast the die
in our shadow
because god can't be vengeful
because she don't exist
and even our scientific method
so precious
says so
but words are nothing
she was hungry, so hungry, just trying to survive
I should be more forgiving: I see one truth in her I tried to hide in myself. And the only real difference is timing: and the mynd of a child wouldn't guess that these things occured. In lives like ours, a belief in forever is dangerous. But when it's the only given way... (frozen at 19... did she somehow think, i've come this far already? i have found the Truth! imagine what i will do?)
anyway, in general:
Evolution is as dangerous an idea as God. Because you've got to look at the end results of what any belief does to a people. (Faith is an excellent thing, don't get me wrong. Unfortunately if you're really gonna believe in christianity you gotta prostelyze. Boy that sure made the world a peachy place) Besides the obvious, that evolution takes us off our pedestal, it turns our lives toward one goal; reproducing.
I wrote, freshman year, a theory of how god came to be (something like this, i'll try to find the original):
people looked up (long paragraph illistrating man on hill looking at stars),
and thought: how did I get here?
and thus god was born
but I think
we should look around
and think
what should I do while I'm here? ¶ 20:12 0 comments
the truth will set you free
but so will a lie
it depends if you're reaching for the promised land
or just trying to get by' ~Ani~
If You Give a Mouse a Cookie
or
Some Stories She Tells Herself
some strive for power; settle for happiness
some strive for happiness; settle for just getting by
some strive to get by; nothing to settle for then
but the one thing i can say about the 'human condition': we don't settle well
ask for a promise; settle for a judgement
but maybe I am still a child
and this is my preparation
for the adult life I will someday lead
but i really don't think so
i think it will go on and on and on
my inhibitions following his fear
(i am a vagabond/i am a vagabond
let's eat cattle together, dumpling!)
i will settle for action
and whose right is it to know a happy childhood?
and whose right is it to have children?
at what point was this inevitable?
because our god caused all this
but our beliefs can't save us now
from the facts we formed
proven by any theory
even god
must one day
admit defeat
and I cannot see myself
old
without children around
but I can never see myself with children
at all
because it's not my right
to perpetuate a losing game
and it was never our right
to cast the die
in our shadow
because god can't be vengeful
because she don't exist
and even our scientific method
so precious
says so
but words are nothing
she was hungry, so hungry, just trying to survive
I should be more forgiving: I see one truth in her I tried to hide in myself. And the only real difference is timing: and the mynd of a child wouldn't guess that these things occured. In lives like ours, a belief in forever is dangerous. But when it's the only given way... (frozen at 19... did she somehow think, i've come this far already? i have found the Truth! imagine what i will do?)
anyway, in general:
Evolution is as dangerous an idea as God. Because you've got to look at the end results of what any belief does to a people. (Faith is an excellent thing, don't get me wrong. Unfortunately if you're really gonna believe in christianity you gotta prostelyze. Boy that sure made the world a peachy place) Besides the obvious, that evolution takes us off our pedestal, it turns our lives toward one goal; reproducing.
I wrote, freshman year, a theory of how god came to be (something like this, i'll try to find the original):
people looked up (long paragraph illistrating man on hill looking at stars),
and thought: how did I get here?
and thus god was born
but I think
we should look around
and think
what should I do while I'm here? ¶ 20:12 0 comments
22 mar 2003
and she says, remember: our goal is forever
if rudeness is my response to stupidity, does that make me a bad person? I do not suffer fools well... fuck fuck fuck
I do not want to be ashamed anymore. ¶ 19:07 0 comments
if rudeness is my response to stupidity, does that make me a bad person? I do not suffer fools well... fuck fuck fuck
I do not want to be ashamed anymore. ¶ 19:07 0 comments
What's the most dangerous idea you know?
aahhhh...long day at work. I'm watching legally blond with my sister. uhhhh.
you know what I like?
words in the air.
you know what I loathe?
when they just stick there.
hmmmmmmmm. Who's up for some hardcore summertime rockin' out? Because I am. The next few months are going to go real fast. Unless something surprising happens. I'm never surprised anymore. ¶ 13:13 0 comments
aahhhh...long day at work. I'm watching legally blond with my sister. uhhhh.
you know what I like?
words in the air.
you know what I loathe?
when they just stick there.
hmmmmmmmm. Who's up for some hardcore summertime rockin' out? Because I am. The next few months are going to go real fast. Unless something surprising happens. I'm never surprised anymore. ¶ 13:13 0 comments
20 mar 2003
bam
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"did they tell you it was set in stone?
that you'd end up alone?
use your years to pysche you out
you're too old to care
you're too young to count
did they tell that you'd come undone?
when you tried to touch someone?
just go go go...."
~Indigo Girls~
Hot damn, I was just thinking about that time I saw them in concert and this song made me cry. I miss Sara Lynn, I miss her family, I miss my dad and I even miss Julie... (those being who I went to the concert with) fuck this time and place. fuck fuck fuck. What a profane day. Just started too. God's dentures, is Rachel in for it just because!
blah blah blah... Sable is eating my sister's fish. I am not stopping her. I didn't talk to my mom today even thought I said I would. I am a bad person. Thomas is jealous of the keyboard because it's in my lap. I love the Medieval Baebes. I can't even list all the things that can totally suckit today. ¶ 22:20 0 comments
that you'd end up alone?
use your years to pysche you out
you're too old to care
you're too young to count
did they tell that you'd come undone?
when you tried to touch someone?
just go go go...."
~Indigo Girls~
Hot damn, I was just thinking about that time I saw them in concert and this song made me cry. I miss Sara Lynn, I miss her family, I miss my dad and I even miss Julie... (those being who I went to the concert with) fuck this time and place. fuck fuck fuck. What a profane day. Just started too. God's dentures, is Rachel in for it just because!
blah blah blah... Sable is eating my sister's fish. I am not stopping her. I didn't talk to my mom today even thought I said I would. I am a bad person. Thomas is jealous of the keyboard because it's in my lap. I love the Medieval Baebes. I can't even list all the things that can totally suckit today. ¶ 22:20 0 comments
19 mar 2003
"Wisconsin: you can't spell 'Wisconsin is boring' without Wisconsin" (conon o'brian is awesome)
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The eagle has turned its head. (well, whatchoo gonna dooooo?)
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18 mar 2003
Time changes as you grow older. I notice this already, and it scares me. My mother talks, and talks, and talks... (you thought I was a talker? no, really) sometimes her reality invades myne. Later I hear myself telling a story that is hers in my voice. This creeps me out. A lot.
It's an hour drive from any point in EC to Stanley, and I listen to the radio. I cannot let time remain what it was, as I cannot let myself think anymore... this is why time changes: it must, or we'd all go insane.
Justin's dad, Leonard, is starting a candle-making business, and last week dad told me I must get Rachel out of the house. We ended up at Banbury, making candles with Justin, Leonard and Doug (god I hate him). Mom used to make candles, in Waukesha, and I'm telling Rachel about them. She says she didn't know that, mom never talks about anything postive.
I don't have the heart to tell mom this. Because to hear the good stories, you have to hear all the bad ones first. Trust me, tragic lives take days in the retelling... and justification. Or just blaming.
I wonder if mom tells Rachel and I different things, like dad does. It's like he thinks Rachel couldn't possibly deal with reality, couldn't possibly understand how he thinks. So she's the simple one, locked in her room [not literally]. I don't want to have to explain my parents. Especially to someone who's in the same position as me to understand. And I don't care anymore about their motives....
I told my mom about my friends, descriptions and funny stories, and the like. I forget how little I normally tell her, I'm talking about Kirk O. and she thinks Kirk J. Really, last good Kirk J. story was four years ago. She tells me about people from her highschool, and they don't seem real. Like once you move away people fade, just become stories that you tell, not personalities that change.
She doesn't want me to move to Washington (go figure). I see this as a repitition of her life--but there are certain things I'm careful not to say. ¶ 22:06 0 comments
It's an hour drive from any point in EC to Stanley, and I listen to the radio. I cannot let time remain what it was, as I cannot let myself think anymore... this is why time changes: it must, or we'd all go insane.
Justin's dad, Leonard, is starting a candle-making business, and last week dad told me I must get Rachel out of the house. We ended up at Banbury, making candles with Justin, Leonard and Doug (god I hate him). Mom used to make candles, in Waukesha, and I'm telling Rachel about them. She says she didn't know that, mom never talks about anything postive.
I don't have the heart to tell mom this. Because to hear the good stories, you have to hear all the bad ones first. Trust me, tragic lives take days in the retelling... and justification. Or just blaming.
I wonder if mom tells Rachel and I different things, like dad does. It's like he thinks Rachel couldn't possibly deal with reality, couldn't possibly understand how he thinks. So she's the simple one, locked in her room [not literally]. I don't want to have to explain my parents. Especially to someone who's in the same position as me to understand. And I don't care anymore about their motives....
I told my mom about my friends, descriptions and funny stories, and the like. I forget how little I normally tell her, I'm talking about Kirk O. and she thinks Kirk J. Really, last good Kirk J. story was four years ago. She tells me about people from her highschool, and they don't seem real. Like once you move away people fade, just become stories that you tell, not personalities that change.
She doesn't want me to move to Washington (go figure). I see this as a repitition of her life--but there are certain things I'm careful not to say. ¶ 22:06 0 comments
16 mar 2003
I am on spring break, and it is a glorious glorious thing. I had these great plans of reading twenty thousand books, but I have already given up on that. I'm half done with one, and it's a novel so it doesn't count.
I went to church today (UU, it was wonderful) and chatted it up with the youth group. Walked with my sister & BethAnne (she knows everybody I do: JeShus!) around downtown and then with my sister and Jessi (my puppy) around Sherman Creek. One of the log bridges right in the park got washed away and Rachel & I had to bravely forge the great river. I didn't even get my shorts wet. Odd that that creek is bigger than the Rio Grande even on low days, nevermind flood stage... Jessi had real panic when she couldn't climb the banks. Then Kim wouldn't let her soggy self in the house, and she and Max (stray dog that likes our driveway) pouted.
Spent the afternoon with Lauren, who as her soph friend said is a 'four year old with the maturity of a senior' or something along those lines. I enjoy high schoolers who think the epitomes of maturity are seniors. (not that my drunken classmates could compare...) But Lauren has a torso, and many other cool things (wait, wait: who am I? rhymes with Leigal! .... that can't possibly be a banana, it must be: The Goblin. yes! (speaking of which, we should name him. Howabouts Reigal? because he had no torso, just tap tap tap?)) And she showed me some crazy fishbar movies, which if my computer was not weak I would still be enjoying now.
But my computer is very, very weak...
I've decided that 'to lauren' means to blow air into someone's nose. (no, you really don't want to know how this conclusion was reached) The only way I could possibly think to legitimatly use this verb in a sentence was something like this:
person A: I've got to lauren you.
person B: why?
A: because my new breath freshoner is absolutely marvellous, and you absolutely must smell it!
B: please then!
A: right oh! (laurens B)
I for some reason imagined that entire conversation spoken in an English accent (humprey humprey humprey... dear meriwether!)
I really like using people's names as verbs, thougth the only ones to ever have stuck are 'to sarah' (me sarah) means to trip over something large and clearly labled, or to crash one's car several times in one summer, or to destroy electronics with your personal bubble. 'To chris' I suppose just means to spontaneously deplete batteries. 'To blake' of course means to accidently theive many things, or to futz around with your host's bric-a-brac unawares.
Me: bye bye everybody! see you later!
Blake: Wait... what are you doing with that?
Me: With what?
Blake: That
Me: (notices stuffed hippo in hands) dunno... i didn't realize I was holding it...
Blake: how me of you! ¶ 22:35 0 comments
I went to church today (UU, it was wonderful) and chatted it up with the youth group. Walked with my sister & BethAnne (she knows everybody I do: JeShus!) around downtown and then with my sister and Jessi (my puppy) around Sherman Creek. One of the log bridges right in the park got washed away and Rachel & I had to bravely forge the great river. I didn't even get my shorts wet. Odd that that creek is bigger than the Rio Grande even on low days, nevermind flood stage... Jessi had real panic when she couldn't climb the banks. Then Kim wouldn't let her soggy self in the house, and she and Max (stray dog that likes our driveway) pouted.
Spent the afternoon with Lauren, who as her soph friend said is a 'four year old with the maturity of a senior' or something along those lines. I enjoy high schoolers who think the epitomes of maturity are seniors. (not that my drunken classmates could compare...) But Lauren has a torso, and many other cool things (wait, wait: who am I? rhymes with Leigal! .... that can't possibly be a banana, it must be: The Goblin. yes! (speaking of which, we should name him. Howabouts Reigal? because he had no torso, just tap tap tap?)) And she showed me some crazy fishbar movies, which if my computer was not weak I would still be enjoying now.
But my computer is very, very weak...
I've decided that 'to lauren' means to blow air into someone's nose. (no, you really don't want to know how this conclusion was reached) The only way I could possibly think to legitimatly use this verb in a sentence was something like this:
person A: I've got to lauren you.
person B: why?
A: because my new breath freshoner is absolutely marvellous, and you absolutely must smell it!
B: please then!
A: right oh! (laurens B)
I for some reason imagined that entire conversation spoken in an English accent (humprey humprey humprey... dear meriwether!)
I really like using people's names as verbs, thougth the only ones to ever have stuck are 'to sarah' (me sarah) means to trip over something large and clearly labled, or to crash one's car several times in one summer, or to destroy electronics with your personal bubble. 'To chris' I suppose just means to spontaneously deplete batteries. 'To blake' of course means to accidently theive many things, or to futz around with your host's bric-a-brac unawares.
Me: bye bye everybody! see you later!
Blake: Wait... what are you doing with that?
Me: With what?
Blake: That
Me: (notices stuffed hippo in hands) dunno... i didn't realize I was holding it...
Blake: how me of you! ¶ 22:35 0 comments
"I prayed that Lucy would, if just for this day, not have an inkling of the pity and terror I felt for her bright youth, for the goodness she wore like an armor, for the compormises my sweet fierce daughter--with her sanguine curiosity, her need to believe in the goodness of the world-- would have someday, to make. I thought of how people would turn her goodness to their advantage, and I wondered, as one frequently does, whether goodness and happiness are the same thing. If they are, I thought, nothing can ruin her"
~Foreign Bodies, by Barbara Grizzuti Harrison~
(somebody please remind me not to read novels) ¶ 21:38 0 comments
~Foreign Bodies, by Barbara Grizzuti Harrison~
(somebody please remind me not to read novels) ¶ 21:38 0 comments
14 mar 2003
syntegration, n. non-hierarchical, participatory form of conference, based on the mathematical qualities of an icosahedron.
A math-based 'unirse'. I like English again! ¶ 08:33 0 comments
A math-based 'unirse'. I like English again! ¶ 08:33 0 comments
"Look at it this way. The number of internal relationships inside a complex system grows exponentially with linear growth in the system. And thanks to increasing complexity in the relationships detectable between the systemic elements themselves, induced by higher technology, we have been witnessing a variety explosion where the exponential function itself is an exponent." ~Stafford Beer~
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13 mar 2003
"turn that down
I've got problems of my own
I'm so sicking of hearing about drugs and aids and poor people back home
well, I'd like to sympathesize with that
but if you don't care
then how can you act?" ¶ 09:43 0 comments
I've got problems of my own
I'm so sicking of hearing about drugs and aids and poor people back home
well, I'd like to sympathesize with that
but if you don't care
then how can you act?" ¶ 09:43 0 comments
12 mar 2003
seems like such a small, small step...
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Okay, three years more or so of this college thang, a few years teaching english.... grad school?... ahhhhhhhh.... indecision.
Today I have:
Invited Sarah K. to move to Mexico with me (she said yes)
invited Megan H. to move to France with me (she said yes)
invited Barbie and Kinzy to run away to Canada with me (they said yes)
changed my mind and realized Megan & I running away to Canada would be more productive (she said yes)
thought about Sarah P. & I moving to Morrocco
or Kelly's commune/city in Guatemala
or Chris in Ecuador
or my failed study abroad attempt in Japan
But obviously I'm still in Wisconsin....
But I will be in Washington this fall! ¶ 18:12 0 comments
Today I have:
Invited Sarah K. to move to Mexico with me (she said yes)
invited Megan H. to move to France with me (she said yes)
invited Barbie and Kinzy to run away to Canada with me (they said yes)
changed my mind and realized Megan & I running away to Canada would be more productive (she said yes)
thought about Sarah P. & I moving to Morrocco
or Kelly's commune/city in Guatemala
or Chris in Ecuador
or my failed study abroad attempt in Japan
But obviously I'm still in Wisconsin....
But I will be in Washington this fall! ¶ 18:12 0 comments
Rachel! Move to Spain! I'm with you! They call their 'freedom' fries the ever non-patriotic yet accurate fried potatoes.
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Earning power... pah.
My dad said I should finish school faster rather than "eventually". Makes sense economically, as now I earn minimum wage at one job and scarcely two dollars more at the other. "Educated" people generally get more than that...
I.e., he thinks going to Washington is swell as long as I graduate "and become productive" real fast. ¶ 11:39 0 comments
My dad said I should finish school faster rather than "eventually". Makes sense economically, as now I earn minimum wage at one job and scarcely two dollars more at the other. "Educated" people generally get more than that...
I.e., he thinks going to Washington is swell as long as I graduate "and become productive" real fast. ¶ 11:39 0 comments
I had a dream that we (Abbey, Nik, Tony, Lauren, Tessie & i) were playing cards, but they were language trading cards. Abbey's goal was to get Japanese, but Nik & Tessie had it and didn't know it, because all the explanations were written in English but they had somehow traded away their English cards (clever). Lauren secretly had 2 Spanishs, but they cancelled each other out and she spent an hour singing ballads in Turkmeni.
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the day that will not end
argh
Spanish test today
preparandoing ya to suffer
(I spent way too much time at Sara's house back in the day, even my spanglish is barnes-infused) ¶ 10:04 0 comments
argh
Spanish test today
preparandoing ya to suffer
(I spent way too much time at Sara's house back in the day, even my spanglish is barnes-infused) ¶ 10:04 0 comments
11 mar 2003
OH MY GOD.
So Abbey may have talked to Thom Yorke yesterday online, but I just talked to a violin playing sponge taxoligist kiwi in person--Kenneday Warne, editor of New Zealand Geographic--- and he gave me a magazine! Holy, I think I forgot to say thank you or finish the conversation, it was so damn cool.
"a trail that peguins have walked for millions of years" New Zealand is AMAZING. ¶ 08:54 0 comments
So Abbey may have talked to Thom Yorke yesterday online, but I just talked to a violin playing sponge taxoligist kiwi in person--Kenneday Warne, editor of New Zealand Geographic--- and he gave me a magazine! Holy, I think I forgot to say thank you or finish the conversation, it was so damn cool.
"a trail that peguins have walked for millions of years" New Zealand is AMAZING. ¶ 08:54 0 comments
My father is aghast. I am aghast. Hot Damn.... his girlfriend Kim has never heard of Abbey Road, much less heard the album. Never heard of it. I thought she was alive in the 60s?
My dad's reaction was really funny though. One of those "are you serious?? Were you lost behind a rock for twenty years?? or just Tennesse??" things... that I get all the time. Rocky's co just explained to me Sunday what the movie Pretty in Pink is. And Nate & Nik & co. are continually aghast at me when I confess I still don't know who Burt Reynolds is. But it's okay, many movie marathon days are planned to fill in my cultural education.
So today when I buy Ani's new album, I'm going to buy the Beatles' classic album. ¶ 07:21 0 comments
My dad's reaction was really funny though. One of those "are you serious?? Were you lost behind a rock for twenty years?? or just Tennesse??" things... that I get all the time. Rocky's co just explained to me Sunday what the movie Pretty in Pink is. And Nate & Nik & co. are continually aghast at me when I confess I still don't know who Burt Reynolds is. But it's okay, many movie marathon days are planned to fill in my cultural education.
So today when I buy Ani's new album, I'm going to buy the Beatles' classic album. ¶ 07:21 0 comments
10 mar 2003
Ah ah ah!!! I finally found Get Your War On online. It's a comic they print in Rolling Stone. It's great.
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Jeremy, the crazy serious workaholic from OV got called last week and is leaving Thursday, to where exactly he doesn't know yet. Three girls from my English class have been called, and Josh from Rocky's thinks he'll get called soon. I didn't really expect this war thang to hit so close.
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9 mar 2003
Tasha & I are going to have a Chicago/we love cats!/Sarah likes gragpshsh party. So all must come. Someday.
And we're all going to have Danish names for the night. Viggo! Viggo! Can anyone do a good Danish accent?? ¶ 20:45 0 comments
And we're all going to have Danish names for the night. Viggo! Viggo! Can anyone do a good Danish accent?? ¶ 20:45 0 comments
Thomas really really likes licking things. Not even in the normal 'cats getting clean' way, but he likes the taste of chlorinated skin, plastic, and that thick glossy kind of hardcover book. He especially likes ferns. He's eating one right now, in fact. He once licked a bald spot into my stepsister's head.
Hm, moving to Washington is gonna suck. I'm going to miss my kitty. ¶ 13:47 0 comments
Hm, moving to Washington is gonna suck. I'm going to miss my kitty. ¶ 13:47 0 comments
Three couches, two cops, and me
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At least I had a better week than Micheal Jackson
I gave Arian & Tim the wrong couch for their apartment, and as you can guess my dad was slightly irritated. But rather than demanding I get the couch back, he demanded I immediately get rid of the couch I was supposed to give away. So the boys are working on getting a truck again...
I also got pulled over twice this week for my registration being expired. I got a ticket the second time, I'm more than slightly irritated. Money money money. The thing that made me mad about it, though, was Arian was in the car and the officer asked his for ID too. Do they have a right to do that? Arian did nothing wrong. It was my crappy driving that got the cop's attention and my expired plates that got us pulled over. I think that the only reason Arian got carded is he's a rather scruffy looking young man. A bad, bad man.
Anyway, I got to work almost in tears. I sometimes take rude cops/money woes way too seriously. But Glen & Bekah were there, so we chatted for a bit, and then later Nik told me about MJ's very bad week. Something about voodoo and trying to kill some director. God it was funny. Micheal Jackson is so cool, it almost makes me wish I had been aware of pop culture in the 80s. Almost.
The third couch is the new one that Kim bought. Dad doesn't know if he really likes it. I never knew old people, much less cool old people like me pops, could take furniture so seriously. But the phrase "russian couch roulette" did surface from that conversation. ¶ 13:40 0 comments
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At least I had a better week than Micheal Jackson
I gave Arian & Tim the wrong couch for their apartment, and as you can guess my dad was slightly irritated. But rather than demanding I get the couch back, he demanded I immediately get rid of the couch I was supposed to give away. So the boys are working on getting a truck again...
I also got pulled over twice this week for my registration being expired. I got a ticket the second time, I'm more than slightly irritated. Money money money. The thing that made me mad about it, though, was Arian was in the car and the officer asked his for ID too. Do they have a right to do that? Arian did nothing wrong. It was my crappy driving that got the cop's attention and my expired plates that got us pulled over. I think that the only reason Arian got carded is he's a rather scruffy looking young man. A bad, bad man.
Anyway, I got to work almost in tears. I sometimes take rude cops/money woes way too seriously. But Glen & Bekah were there, so we chatted for a bit, and then later Nik told me about MJ's very bad week. Something about voodoo and trying to kill some director. God it was funny. Micheal Jackson is so cool, it almost makes me wish I had been aware of pop culture in the 80s. Almost.
The third couch is the new one that Kim bought. Dad doesn't know if he really likes it. I never knew old people, much less cool old people like me pops, could take furniture so seriously. But the phrase "russian couch roulette" did surface from that conversation. ¶ 13:40 0 comments
Thomas is so adorable. Abbey & Tony & I had the "babies are ugly and stupid because people are ugly and stupid" conversation yesterday, and it oddly reminded of Barbie saying I (errrr... "we". I think Barbie and I are engaged, though the whole we both like men thing might be a problem) never need to have children: I (we) love Thomas/Sable/Snuggles too much. Thomas is exactly baby-sized, but I don't think any baby could purr like him. I'd be quite afraid if one did. And I like my kitty purring. And I never have to diaper him. And I feed him from a dish and not from myself.
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7 mar 2003
This has lately been Sarah's whine about everything space. Sorry bout that, but I think I'll just keep on doing it anyway. It's better than hearing me whine in real life, no?
I'm so irritated because of:
Puertorican Spanish. They switch their l's & r's like the Japanese, lisp like the Andalucians, say 'ico' after every little thing and add h's to the you forms. What the hell? I'm not even fluent in normal high n dry Spanish Spanish.
My Spanish class. Okay, I like that language a lot. But way too many idiots take that class. Almost makes me want to run back into the eccentric arms of the Japanese.
My sister's computer/tv at the same time habit. I'm a firm believer in if you're going to watch tv, you just watch tv. Maybe you talk to people also, but you don't hold up the only functioning phone line in the house to play neopets (sponsered my mcdonalds) while watching cartoons (sponsored by mcdonalds). ¶ 20:48 0 comments
I'm so irritated because of:
Puertorican Spanish. They switch their l's & r's like the Japanese, lisp like the Andalucians, say 'ico' after every little thing and add h's to the you forms. What the hell? I'm not even fluent in normal high n dry Spanish Spanish.
My Spanish class. Okay, I like that language a lot. But way too many idiots take that class. Almost makes me want to run back into the eccentric arms of the Japanese.
My sister's computer/tv at the same time habit. I'm a firm believer in if you're going to watch tv, you just watch tv. Maybe you talk to people also, but you don't hold up the only functioning phone line in the house to play neopets (sponsered my mcdonalds) while watching cartoons (sponsored by mcdonalds). ¶ 20:48 0 comments
I'm at Nik's. This means I'm hanging out with Meldahl.
Me: I think my favorite word is Oaxaca. It's a crazy word.
Meldahl: oh. I thought your favorite word would be ***clown.
Me: What??
Meldahl: It's my third favorite word.
Me: Uh... dare I ask what the first two are?
Meldahl: The first is awesome sauceum, and the second is inappropriate to tell you.
Me: Awesome-sauceum!.... that's a phrase, my boy.
Meldahl: (reads Ferrari bible) ¶ 16:26 0 comments
Me: I think my favorite word is Oaxaca. It's a crazy word.
Meldahl: oh. I thought your favorite word would be ***clown.
Me: What??
Meldahl: It's my third favorite word.
Me: Uh... dare I ask what the first two are?
Meldahl: The first is awesome sauceum, and the second is inappropriate to tell you.
Me: Awesome-sauceum!.... that's a phrase, my boy.
Meldahl: (reads Ferrari bible) ¶ 16:26 0 comments
Two Thousand Years and Change
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Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned
I got in a fight yesterday with this Racy's bum, Doug. About religion, yes. I'm very defensive and I didn't even know it.
Doug is one of those incredibly righteous Catholics. He says he feels bad for me, I didn't even grow up a 'real Christian'. Because the Catholics are the only 'real christians'?! He's all, well, yes, we are, because not only do we have the Bible, we have two thousand years of tradition. Or dogma. He said you're not really Christian if you don't believe in the trinity. At the risk of pissing everybody off, the trinity has no basis in the bible. The Church adopted it in the third century (325 ad) to pacify/convert their neighbors to the north. And to excommunicate Arius, who was probably a very nice, honest god-fearin' guy. That's politics, not divine inspiration.
Whatever. It all comes down to belief in God is just belief: and as easy as existence of God would make life, I'm not one for cheap cop-outs. (when I'm aware I'm doing it, anyway) I don't believe humans need a savior and I don't believe in original sin.
And I don't want to be told by a 22 year old that when he was 19 he had his doubts, but with maturity I'll come around. I had a bigger crisis of faith/conscience than any Catholic ever dreamed of. What does that mean? No punchline, sorry. ¶ 06:39 0 comments
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Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned
I got in a fight yesterday with this Racy's bum, Doug. About religion, yes. I'm very defensive and I didn't even know it.
Doug is one of those incredibly righteous Catholics. He says he feels bad for me, I didn't even grow up a 'real Christian'. Because the Catholics are the only 'real christians'?! He's all, well, yes, we are, because not only do we have the Bible, we have two thousand years of tradition. Or dogma. He said you're not really Christian if you don't believe in the trinity. At the risk of pissing everybody off, the trinity has no basis in the bible. The Church adopted it in the third century (325 ad) to pacify/convert their neighbors to the north. And to excommunicate Arius, who was probably a very nice, honest god-fearin' guy. That's politics, not divine inspiration.
Whatever. It all comes down to belief in God is just belief: and as easy as existence of God would make life, I'm not one for cheap cop-outs. (when I'm aware I'm doing it, anyway) I don't believe humans need a savior and I don't believe in original sin.
And I don't want to be told by a 22 year old that when he was 19 he had his doubts, but with maturity I'll come around. I had a bigger crisis of faith/conscience than any Catholic ever dreamed of. What does that mean? No punchline, sorry. ¶ 06:39 0 comments
6 mar 2003
Tee hee! What are we microwaving just to see what happens? (from the onion) Reminds me of that one time Nik sent a cell phone througth the oven at work with Doug's permission... as long as he removed anything known to be toxic. Or that time my uncle burnt the porch with some cool-whip, a cup and a microwave.
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Bottom row, third from right. Do I win?? (shoot, edit: gotta go to state: WI first)
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I took an extroverted/introverted test in my theories of second language acquisition class yesterday (it's a psyche class wearing a cheap mantle of an english class) and all the experts agree-- I'm an introvert. Odd. I've always thought I'm an unusually shy extrovert.
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5 mar 2003
Approval ratings in Morocco & Egypt of America: 22% and 6%, respectively.
"The irony is the U.S. only enforced a stereotype by determining that the way to fix the perception problem was to throw a billion dollars at it." (article) ¶ 18:29 0 comments
"The irony is the U.S. only enforced a stereotype by determining that the way to fix the perception problem was to throw a billion dollars at it." (article) ¶ 18:29 0 comments
Protest today: it was awesome. I wish it wasn't necessary, but given the situation it was great.
A large percentage of the people there were MHS kids. I'm so so so proud of Maggie T. & Mike J. & co. for organizing that: I know how hard it is to get kids who can't even vote yet to care about democracy, or anything outside the highschool realm (sidenote, maggie & jordan & co ruled the crowd screaming. I guess those years of MHS swim team cheering paid off). The highschool crowd was marvellous: I like seeing familiar faces. Marvellous, too, but weird, was when I realized i do know a bunch of the young liberals here on campus: how did that happen? when did that happen?
So a premise of the protest was "the federal government spends 5% of its budget on education and 22% of its budget on the military"--lots of people get riled up over this: books not bombs! wait till the day the military must hold a bake sale! blah blah blah. Who says they're above rhetoric? But it's the state governments that are supposed to pay for education; that's part of the reason we have states. The feds are supposed to pay for defense; that's what makes our states united. So while this factoid is true, it's a falicy of argument: putting blame were it don't belong (colloquial me! yah!) But that's certainly not the only thing the protest was about: that's just what some people locally choose to emphasize.
In my Spanish class (blah on that class!) today I got in a debate about the protest; what's his face boy was all, why bother protesting now? Bush is gonna declare war anytime now: it's inevitable. Silly college students in the midwest ain't gonna be noticed, ain't gonna change anything.
well, this is my argument (pick apart at your leisure):
1) I'm an optimist. Maybe the rich white guy in the big white house will change his mind.
2) There is more debate and deviation now then there was in 1965: i.e. the year we began in earnest to attack northern Vietnam. When we (my generation) thinks about the sixties, we see protests & john lennon sunglasses & hippys doing tha peace thang. But in the early/mid sixties, they were protesting for equality & sexual freedom, not against the war. It was a few years into the war before mass amounts of people thought that war may not be such a hot idea. And protesters then did end up making a difference, or at least got noticed.
3) The protest today wasn't just one or two liberal schools in the midwest. It was national. I don't know the numbers at all yet, but it was probably big. I'll try to get back to ya'll here.
4) well, I dunno how else to make change happen. Ideas? Mr. oh so smart spanish boy had none. To me, leaving things for others to deal with is weak. And ignoring things is worse.
So okay, lots of people do see the war as inevitable now. In the event there's already a protest planned for the day afterward. The day Bush declares war will be known as Day X, and the following day, there will be a vigil. ¶ 18:03 0 comments
A large percentage of the people there were MHS kids. I'm so so so proud of Maggie T. & Mike J. & co. for organizing that: I know how hard it is to get kids who can't even vote yet to care about democracy, or anything outside the highschool realm (sidenote, maggie & jordan & co ruled the crowd screaming. I guess those years of MHS swim team cheering paid off). The highschool crowd was marvellous: I like seeing familiar faces. Marvellous, too, but weird, was when I realized i do know a bunch of the young liberals here on campus: how did that happen? when did that happen?
So a premise of the protest was "the federal government spends 5% of its budget on education and 22% of its budget on the military"--lots of people get riled up over this: books not bombs! wait till the day the military must hold a bake sale! blah blah blah. Who says they're above rhetoric? But it's the state governments that are supposed to pay for education; that's part of the reason we have states. The feds are supposed to pay for defense; that's what makes our states united. So while this factoid is true, it's a falicy of argument: putting blame were it don't belong (colloquial me! yah!) But that's certainly not the only thing the protest was about: that's just what some people locally choose to emphasize.
In my Spanish class (blah on that class!) today I got in a debate about the protest; what's his face boy was all, why bother protesting now? Bush is gonna declare war anytime now: it's inevitable. Silly college students in the midwest ain't gonna be noticed, ain't gonna change anything.
well, this is my argument (pick apart at your leisure):
1) I'm an optimist. Maybe the rich white guy in the big white house will change his mind.
2) There is more debate and deviation now then there was in 1965: i.e. the year we began in earnest to attack northern Vietnam. When we (my generation) thinks about the sixties, we see protests & john lennon sunglasses & hippys doing tha peace thang. But in the early/mid sixties, they were protesting for equality & sexual freedom, not against the war. It was a few years into the war before mass amounts of people thought that war may not be such a hot idea. And protesters then did end up making a difference, or at least got noticed.
3) The protest today wasn't just one or two liberal schools in the midwest. It was national. I don't know the numbers at all yet, but it was probably big. I'll try to get back to ya'll here.
4) well, I dunno how else to make change happen. Ideas? Mr. oh so smart spanish boy had none. To me, leaving things for others to deal with is weak. And ignoring things is worse.
So okay, lots of people do see the war as inevitable now. In the event there's already a protest planned for the day afterward. The day Bush declares war will be known as Day X, and the following day, there will be a vigil. ¶ 18:03 0 comments
4 mar 2003
Never underestimate the power of an encounter with the police to make me want to bullet-murder someone to death. Specifically myself.
However, never underestimate the power of being at a job I don't hate with coworkers I don't hate (on the whole) to make me realize killing important people (such as myself) wouldn't be too much of a jolly ol time.
Now, how to pay that ticket?? ¶ 21:51 0 comments
However, never underestimate the power of being at a job I don't hate with coworkers I don't hate (on the whole) to make me realize killing important people (such as myself) wouldn't be too much of a jolly ol time.
Now, how to pay that ticket?? ¶ 21:51 0 comments
I can't help but think this isn't natural
but can't it be said that everything we do culturally is actually natural?
still...
sometimes I think that being an adult (here) is about dealing with yourself
when there's no one around to talk to. ¶ 07:11 0 comments
but can't it be said that everything we do culturally is actually natural?
still...
sometimes I think that being an adult (here) is about dealing with yourself
when there's no one around to talk to. ¶ 07:11 0 comments
3 mar 2003
Alex! Don't blow up the world! I generally like it in its non-blown up state. (and I hope you feel better...)
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"What kind of country is this??" ~Ken Saro-Wiwa~, after the gallows broke (literally) for the fourth time, postponing his execution once again. (the famous Nigerian freedom fighter; tried & convicted as a traitor for opposing Shell oil's rights in his tribe's land. They got it right the fifth try, March, 1993)
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"So if the US decides to attack Iraq (let alone additional countries after that) against the wishes of other NATO partners, for example, could the ensuing rift place Turkey literally between Iraq and a hard place?" (heehee)
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Rights and Responsiblities: as Americans we have lots of rights, ay? The right to vote, the right to meet, to have arms, freedom of speech, the press, choice. But with every Right comes a Responsibility. Since we can vote, we must vote, and to vote we must be informed. Since we can meet, we must meet, and to meet we must know (and be) people who care. Since we can have arms, we must know how to use them (except I don't at all...). Et cetera... except 'freedom of choice' I wouldn't say that since, as women, we can choose whether or not to have children, once they're there we should choose not to have them. But that is another debate....
I was talking to Lindsey, this friend of Jenny's (happy birthday Jenny!) the other day, and she mentioned something about why people in other countries must resent us: not just for our wealth or power, but for the options we get in everyday life. They see that we have all these rights; because we do. But what they also see that has become invisible to us is the responsiblities inherent in the rights. We're used to getting things and not having to pay for them (I don't mean with cash either), but people with less rights realize that you usually have to do something to get them.
Pretty clever of her, ay?? ¶ 08:24 0 comments
I was talking to Lindsey, this friend of Jenny's (happy birthday Jenny!) the other day, and she mentioned something about why people in other countries must resent us: not just for our wealth or power, but for the options we get in everyday life. They see that we have all these rights; because we do. But what they also see that has become invisible to us is the responsiblities inherent in the rights. We're used to getting things and not having to pay for them (I don't mean with cash either), but people with less rights realize that you usually have to do something to get them.
Pretty clever of her, ay?? ¶ 08:24 0 comments
"Across the Atlantic, German relatives of US Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld castigated his warmongering and publicly disowned him." We're living in crazy times... (article)
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Effect afore cause
or
I'm going to Washington!
A week ago I banned these books from myself:
The Happy Isles of Oceania, Paul Theroux
Kites Strings of the Southern Cross,, Laurie Gough
A Sea Vagabond's World, some French guy
Maiden Voyage, Tania Abei
Italian Dreams, Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
The Waters In Between, some Canadian guy
Small boatmen's bible, some guy (I haven't
actually read this, but it compliments the
collection, ay?)
in short, my favorite travel writings. I
thought, hey, a girl is nothing without her
vices, but sometimes it's good to be something
other than my vices. I put them on my secondary
bookshelf in the hallway, hidden from my view.
Then I got real lonely for them. Part of the
problem is that my dad's ex-girlfriend Sandy has
my copy of BGH's Visions of Glory, and well,
somedays I just gotta read some BGH, even if
only a line or two... short attention span.
Okay, yes, I DO own all her other books, but
really only VoG & ID are good books... An
Accidental Biography is rather boring & The
Ashtonishing World is downright banal. So
whoops! one strike against the boycott.
Strike two came when I was thinking about
Morocco & I remembered Laurie Gough had a
chapter about Fez... whoops! that one's back in
my room, and that certainly is by far the worst
of Sarah's wanderlust books.
Strike three: I've decided to move to
Washington, for the fall at least. And I
remembered that PtJ talks about Puget Sound a
bunch... well, at this point any efforts at self-
control of the meandering mynd seemed
pointless. So they're all back where they
started.
And I'm going to Washington!!
Okay, these subjects have little to do with each other other than happening at the same time. But just so everyone knows, I'm planning on going to Bellingham for the fall though I'll probably be back in the spring for more school (blah). ¶ 07:55 0 comments
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I'm going to Washington!
A week ago I banned these books from myself:
The Happy Isles of Oceania, Paul Theroux
Kites Strings of the Southern Cross,, Laurie Gough
A Sea Vagabond's World, some French guy
Maiden Voyage, Tania Abei
Italian Dreams, Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
The Waters In Between, some Canadian guy
Small boatmen's bible, some guy (I haven't
actually read this, but it compliments the
collection, ay?)
in short, my favorite travel writings. I
thought, hey, a girl is nothing without her
vices, but sometimes it's good to be something
other than my vices. I put them on my secondary
bookshelf in the hallway, hidden from my view.
Then I got real lonely for them. Part of the
problem is that my dad's ex-girlfriend Sandy has
my copy of BGH's Visions of Glory, and well,
somedays I just gotta read some BGH, even if
only a line or two... short attention span.
Okay, yes, I DO own all her other books, but
really only VoG & ID are good books... An
Accidental Biography is rather boring & The
Ashtonishing World is downright banal. So
whoops! one strike against the boycott.
Strike two came when I was thinking about
Morocco & I remembered Laurie Gough had a
chapter about Fez... whoops! that one's back in
my room, and that certainly is by far the worst
of Sarah's wanderlust books.
Strike three: I've decided to move to
Washington, for the fall at least. And I
remembered that PtJ talks about Puget Sound a
bunch... well, at this point any efforts at self-
control of the meandering mynd seemed
pointless. So they're all back where they
started.
And I'm going to Washington!!
Okay, these subjects have little to do with each other other than happening at the same time. But just so everyone knows, I'm planning on going to Bellingham for the fall though I'll probably be back in the spring for more school (blah). ¶ 07:55 0 comments
2 mar 2003
"We come to feel as we behave" ~Paul Pearson~
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1 mar 2003
March has many promises to be a good month: it's my sister's birthday soon, and Ani's new album, and... wait that's it. But I'm totally going to actually do something nice for the little purple jellybean this year.
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Good bye: a contraction of "God be with you". So when you say bye bye you're saying god-be-with-you-god-be-with-you!
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Man: the self-domesticated creature. Does it ever occure to you that most of the clothes we wear serve gender clarification or obscuration purposes? But that if we just walked around naked we'd always know what sex someone is? (I really like clothes, by the way, because I'm fairly heat/cold sensitive, but it just seems silly sometimes)
And then there's the family. Think back, waaaaaaaay back, can you form a reliable model of how the Nuclear Family must have came about? It has to be a really recent invention. Tribes would have had no room for it, early farming civilizations, maybe. It's only when you get a recognizable economy that having one spose and several children makes any sense. Polygamy wouldn't be so bad, really, provided that it's on equal footing between all members (that's why most polygamy as has been seen can suckit: it was one man owning several wives.)
I was just reading Looking for Lovedu, which in case anyone is interested is about the worst travel book I've ever read. But there's one line about how some tribe she meets thinks that Western families are unnaturally constricted-- they couldn't imagine living with only one's spose and children. They live in extended families, but don't consider them extended. Everyone who is related is just related. Kind of a communal thing.
And then she said something about how one of the woman said she ( the American writer) must be very rich.
Ann: No, I'm not that rich. I got the car/camping equipment/computer/camara/stuff from a magazine I work for
Woman: ?? No, I meant that you must be very rich to be able to take the time off to come visit us.
This woman measures wealth in how much free time one has, not what they have. I like that. ¶ 16:34 0 comments
And then there's the family. Think back, waaaaaaaay back, can you form a reliable model of how the Nuclear Family must have came about? It has to be a really recent invention. Tribes would have had no room for it, early farming civilizations, maybe. It's only when you get a recognizable economy that having one spose and several children makes any sense. Polygamy wouldn't be so bad, really, provided that it's on equal footing between all members (that's why most polygamy as has been seen can suckit: it was one man owning several wives.)
I was just reading Looking for Lovedu, which in case anyone is interested is about the worst travel book I've ever read. But there's one line about how some tribe she meets thinks that Western families are unnaturally constricted-- they couldn't imagine living with only one's spose and children. They live in extended families, but don't consider them extended. Everyone who is related is just related. Kind of a communal thing.
And then she said something about how one of the woman said she ( the American writer) must be very rich.
Ann: No, I'm not that rich. I got the car/camping equipment/computer/camara/stuff from a magazine I work for
Woman: ?? No, I meant that you must be very rich to be able to take the time off to come visit us.
This woman measures wealth in how much free time one has, not what they have. I like that. ¶ 16:34 0 comments
Quick blurb on why today was (is, will be) awesome: I don't have to work. I mean woooooooooowww! Que barbaridad! I've slept a lot today, and had lots of kitty-Sarah bonding time. Fabulous.
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First day of Spring! Alex says so!!
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