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This is the most boring weekend of my entire life.

I stayed home waiting for my Latin classmate to call because I promised her I'd study with her, and didn't last weekend. So I stayed home and stayed home and this afternoon she left a message on my machine saying this weekend wasn't good for her after all.

Now I'm waiting for Gina to get back from Atlantic City so I can at least salvage tomorrow. Steph is at a concert and I don't have a key so I can't go to Jersey until Gina gets home.

So this weekend I did the laundry with my mom, watched boring tv and had the turtle poop on me.

Wooooo.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:06 PM | shower me with attention

In July I'll start looking for a job again. I don't know where it is that I'm going to work next or what I'm going to do or who I'm going to work with, but whatever it is, I hope that Aaron Sorkin writes the dialogue.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:03 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, May 14, 2004

Quickly, before the novelty of my mom's new digital camera wears off, I present:

Things I've Talked About on My Blog But Haven't Shown Because There Was No Access To A Digital Camera:

The gift I'm knitting for someone's birthday. It's try #2, as my first attempt was both too small and placed, needles and all, into the washing machine.

The sweater I've been knitting for the past year and a half. I'm going to run out of that yarn soon, but Fuzzy Mabel will have more dyed for me if I can find some of it and send it to them.

Fingerless gloves I made for my mom for Christmas. Which she has never worn.

View from living room.

View from my parents' room.

Another view from parents' room.

The Sheep in my window. (Can you find Dave's signature?)

Progo.

Scary Jesus Mask!

Gotta remember to take off that annoying date stamp setting.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:10 PM | shower me with attention

Happy birthday, Baby Hugs!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:00 PM | shower me with attention

Today, Baby Hugs is 20 years old. I picked her out 20 years ago today as a reward for being in a violin recital at Brooklyn College. Happy birthday, Baby Hugs.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:58 PM | shower me with attention

Found among the styrofoam packing peanuts in the bottom of the A&E box: one tiny little gavel emblazoned with the words "Night Court".

Hanh!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:10 AM | shower me with attention

IT'S KITANA DAY! IT'S KITANA DAY! IT'S KITANA DAY! IT'S KITANA DAY! IT'S KITANA DAY! IT'S KITANA DAY!!!!!!

And she's NOT HERE!

Why? Why do you punish me on this day, god? I want to hug her and squeeze her and spin her and bake her a cake and give her hand-knitted gifts (that I had to reknit because I accidentally put the whole work-in-progress, needles and all, into the washing machine last week!)! I want to take her to that bar in Williamsburg and ply her with martinis and then flirt with her! I want to watch her favourite movies with her and sing songs with her and the other goils! Why is she not here, lord? Why have you taken her away for so long? I love her so, my Kitling, I do.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:56 AM | shower me with attention

Whew. That's done. Scattered, inconclusive, tacked-on ending, sloppy bibliography, but it's done. "Playgrounds and Peril: Online Gender-Bending as Gender Performance and Sexual Deviance". I am queen of the long-winded and redundant! Thanks to erin for printing out the articles for me, birthday girl for giving me this book, and Ade for introducing me not only to Judith Butler's theories on gender performativity, but gender as a topic of study in general.

One more paper to go. I'll worry about it later. I really don't feel like trying to prove that The Rock-- Nicholas Cage, Sean Connery-- ain't a satire. Later.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:36 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, May 13, 2004

Last week, in my eagerness to try out the exercise room in The New Building (still no cutesy name), I hastily scrabbled together a lame "exercise mix" from the slim pickins' available in my in-the-process-of-being-reconstructed MP3 collection. Dubbed "The Gay Workout Mix", it reaffirms the fact that I like really sissy, slow songs, for the most part. Note the mostly moderate-at-best tempos on the following:

1. "Girls/Boys of Rock and Roll" - Chipmunks/Chipettes
2. "Diamond Dolls" - Chipmunks/Chipettes
3. "Everything's Different Now" - Til Tuesday
4. "Got to Get You Into My Life" - Beatles
5. "You Can't Stop the Beat" - Hairspray
6. "Donna" - Hair
7. "Live for Loving You" - Gloria Estefan
8. "You Can't Win" - The Wiz (Michael Jackson)
9. "Another Part of Me" - Captain Eo (Michael Jackson)
10. "Ticket to Ride" - Beatles
11. "Evenfall" - Michael Penn
12. "Theme from The Neverending Story" - ?
13. "Stand" - REM
14. "Pulling Mussels From a Shell" - Squeeze
15. "Annie Get Your Gun" - Squeeze
16. "So You Wanted to Meet the Wizard" - The Wiz
17. "Is That Love" - Squeeze
18. "Universe of Energy" - WDW Official Album
19. "Gummi Bears Theme Song" - ?
20. "My Life" - Billy Joel

Surprisingly, these comprised a fairly decent pace for my stint on the walking-machine-thing-that's-not-a-treadmill-I-don't-know-what-it's-called. Apparently my fitness level is so dismal that these sissy-tempo songs are just the right speed for me.

Rock.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:18 PM | shower me with attention

I found something on the internet that made me sad. (I left the Google cache for easier reference.) It's some story some old sci-fi nerd is telling about my dad (another old sci-fi nerd), something that happened 40 years ago I guess, but it's a story that pretty much illustrates my dad's place in the social universe. And it made me really sad. Because they don't know him like I do-- no one does. Maybe three people in the world really understand that my dad is actually wonderful underneath the annoying. (That would be me, my sister and my mom.) Then perhaps three or four people outside of that come close to understanding him. (Tante Joan, Andrew, Stephanie, and Eugene Soberman, his oldest friend.) And that's about it.

I guess this story makes me sad because there's no untruth to it:

...most of them didn't so much -dislike- Fred as feel
uncomfortable around him. He was ... off-putting
and strange. He'd memorized every routine
Jonathon [sic] Winters had ever done and, worse,
would break into one of them with little or no
prompting. He wasn't a bad guy, really, but he
was guilty of -always- Trying Too Hard.

I read the story out loud to my dad and he just laughed. That's good, I guess.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:30 PM | shower me with attention

I've read some stuff and I feel pretty much almost ready to write that damn paper. But I don't feel like writing it right now. Tomorrow. I'll do it tomorrow. Right now I feel like lying on the couch and watching my DVDs of one of the greatest shows in the history of television, Sports Night. And knitting a little and eating a whole lot of spinach. 10 ounces at a time. A box of frozen spinach at a time. Is that weird? It's permitted within the boundaries of my current eating regime, but it seems weird.

So good though. Sports Night and spinach go together. They're alliterally pleasing. "Sports Night" does not go with "writing a paper". "Spinach" does not go with "writing a paper". "Sports Night" and "spinach" almost go with "sleep", so I'll do that next.

Spinach contains iron, Sports Night contains irony. It gets better and better. Spinach contains selenium, Sports Night contains Sabrina Lloyd. I'm not kidding. Spinach contains phosphorous (P) and potassium (K). Sports Night contains (P)eter (K)rause.

Need I go on?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:46 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Today I spent two hours in the library reading a printout of Donna Haraway's "Cyborg Manifesto". Which I never do; I never go to the library to read. I don't know what I was thinking, except that I wanted to read it, it was dense, and it's difficult to find someplace in this apartment to read in; either the seating is too uncomfortable to foster concentration, or too comfortable to maintain wakefulness. I need a desk.

Anyway. I didn't have to read it; it wasn't assigned for anything; it's not the most helpful for my upcoming paper (Gender Presentation and the Internet/Alternative Gender Performance Online as Deviant Sexual Practice/I Need To Think of a Title But First I Have to Think of a Better Argument); but I'm going to use it anyway, because I really liked it. The parts I could understand, anyway.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:17 PM | shower me with attention

I dreamed of Roseanne. She was grand and distant, like a queen, and had her assistant call me to arrange a meeting. We met in the driveway of a country cottage and became the closest friends. Me and Roseanne.

What?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:51 PM | shower me with attention

Tonight I saw Supersize Me, an excellent documentary which everyone should see. The experience was very positive, except for the guy in our row who laughed throughout the film at the most baffling or inappropriate times, including whenever a fat woman appeared on the screen (which was often.)

I really wanted to get up and hit him.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:54 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, May 11, 2004

Ewwwww, why?

Why, four years after I ordered one issue of Playboy which contained an interview with my favourite singer, on a credit card that doesn't even exist anymore, does that publication continue to send me free issues of its magazine? Every few months another one shows up with my name on it. Do they think I subscribed? Is it a computer error? A free promotion to get me to subscribe? Did someone buy me a secret subscription? Is this more of the Campaign to Make Everyone Think Tavie is Gay?

I just don't know what to do with them. Read them? Give them away? To whom?

And, best yet, this issue has Charisma Carpenter on the cover. I just didn't need to see her nipples, ever.

Ewwwww.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:04 AM | shower me with attention

NEWSWEEK: So you�ve seen the movie?
Madeleine L�Engle:I�ve glimpsed it.

And did it meet expectations?
Oh, yes. I expected it to be bad, and it is.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:44 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, May 10, 2004

Two things:

Firstly, I also just found a Kids in the Hall Season One DVD set in the box of goodies from A&E. I know who this one is going to. This is, if I'm keeping count, my second free copy of this DVD set. If I'd known I'd get so many copies dropped into my lap, I'd never have asked my mom to buy it for me for Christmas. Well, at least my friends get free copies.

Secondly, I'm watching this horrible piece of shit excuse for A Wrinkle in Time on ABC. Like Madeleine L'Engle, who I'm told "refused to comment" on this project, I don't recognize this movie at all. It's making me ill. I almost started crying, I was so appalled. The problems are too numerous to name. Suffice it to say that they complete fucked up my favourite book, and this is in no way A Wrinkle in Time.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:46 PM | shower me with attention

Since becoming re-addicted to coffee again, I'd rediscovered my need for a new travel mug. Just yesterday, I had to take my coffee to the movies in an oversized glass milk bottle, and, upon returning it to Gina's shelf, I remarked upon my renewed need to purchase one for myself.

And then today, in the mail, I got a box of goodies from A&E Networks for participating in a banner promotion with them. I'd forgotten that I got to choose from among a list of "prizes", and today, along with a Newsradio desk mike/radio, a Biography Channel tee shirt and baseball cap (anyone want a Biography Channel baseball cap?), a DVD and coffee-table book, arrived a stainless-steel Newsradio to-go mug.

I am well pleased.

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Does anyone know why I'm having so much trouble with the internet from my iBook? My Airport shows the connection to my base station is strong, lots of signal bars, but I can't seem to load any pages on any web browser. Or, when they do load, I have to try several times and the loading is always slow and incomplete. And I can't connect to neighbouring open networks at all. I used to have no trouble with these things, although the problems did begin before I sent my iBook in to be repaired.

If anyone has any insights into this problem, please let me know. Could it be related to the fact that I've been using the base station to simultaneously connect both my base station to the Verizon DSL modem, and Kirsten's Sony laptop as well?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:31 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, May 09, 2004

Hm. Blogger looks different now.

This weekend I wrote a paper, saw Mean Girls, unpacked, made snacks for erin's Move On party and exercised in a gym for the first time.

I'm very tired now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 PM | shower me with attention