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Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:47 PM | shower me with attention

Gina is preparing a picnic. I am listening to the Angela Lansbury Gypsy.

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Saturday, May 29, 2004

Welcome to Love Connection, where old-fashioned romance meets modern-day technology!

Who left The Game Show Network on???

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:00 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, May 27, 2004

Ladies and gentlemen, I come to you today with egg on my face.

I never attempt to disguise my identity on this blog. My full name is available for everyone to see. And so I must applaud my Satire Professor, Dr Bisla, for having found my blog, having my read my recent bald admission that The Rock is, indeed, satirical, and for rewarding (in the form of a good grade) my efforts at convincing him otherwise, anyway.

How do I know he found my blog? Comment at the top of my paper on The Rock: A fine job. See the film again-- make it a blog topic. :)

I'm tempted to go back and see if I've ever disparaged the character of this clever man, for it would have been a grave error to do so, I see. He certainly has a fine sense of humour if he doesn't hold my petty bitching and moaning against me. I'm sure I've blogged a few "I HATE THIS CLASS", "HE'S CRAZY", "HOW IS THIS A SATIRE?", and "FUCK FUCK FUCK"'s over the past semester. And yet, I came away from the class having been entertained, having read some good (even eye-opening, thank you Baudrillard) articles and even finer works of fiction. I'm not just speaking for his benefit now. I try to blog with no audience in mind. Okay, it's hard when someone winks to you that they know what you've been saying, but this has always been a public page, readable by anyone.

Always keep it in mind, children. If he had misread my complaining as anything but good-natured, I would be a lot more embarrassed right now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:05 PM | shower me with attention

Am I the only one who liked Barry Levinson's Toys?

I am, I know. It was on the other day and I watched it, and it's about to start now and I swear I'm gonna watch it again.

Joan Cusack, man. Don't be in bad Kate Hudson movies. Once you were in bad Robin Williams movies. What happened?

Coepi, coepisse, coeptus-a-um. Began. Perfect only.

Odi, odisse, osus-a-um. Hate. Perfect form, present translation.

Fero, ferre, tuli, latus-a-um. Bear, carry, bring, wear, report. Dammit, don't have so many meanings, stupid word.

Learn. Someone needs to create a Tavie that knows how to learn, much like Professor Falken created a computer, Joshua, who knows how to learn in Wargames.

Donald O'Connor was in Toys? What the fuck? That's awesome. Donald O'Connor and LL Cool J: Together at last.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:57 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

My dream job. Hire me. I'm a puzzle geek and I'm good'a wit'a de English.

You'll all be disgusted to know that it's 10:30 and I haven't even begun to prepare my essay or study anything. I'm also feeling cocky about my ability to pass without doing much studying, which is never a good thing.

I'm gonna go start... now.

In a second.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 PM | shower me with attention

This is insanely awesome. Thanks, Boing Boing.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:01 PM | shower me with attention

I had a small sum of money that is for me a large sum of money. It's the result of my student aid, which is pathetically small and would barely cover half of my books for any given semester, but seeing as I'm not taking that Latin class, the money is mine.

Having any money for the first time in ages yesterday, I bought lunch, and bought people pastries, and most excitingly, bought myself a book on one of those tables of used books that line Broadway up near Columbia. I wasn't going to buy anything, but I was looking at this big heavy collection of Frank Rich's theatre reviews from the NYT. Original price $40; sticker price $10. Wouldn't have occurred to me to buy it but had the guy not said, "The Frank Rich? You can have for seven." So I bought it. And I spent half of last night up reading it. Who knew that theatre reviews would be so compelling?

I disagree with more than half of his opinions, incidentally, but I admire his writing and I'm such a damned Broadway nerd.

I should this moment be writing that essay that I have to memorize for the final tomorrow, or studying Latin for the final tomorrow, but I think I'll get some coffee and read some more theatre reviews of the 1980's.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:52 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Today I withdrew from the class. Quick and painless. Then Andrew and Kirsten and I went to Ollie's for lunch, and to the Cathedral, and to the Hungarian Pastry shop (where I had Viennese coffee with a dollop of sweetened whipped cream, whoops!) and now we are here. I wore my new skirt. I felt naked in it at first but then I got used to it. I am pleased with my legs.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:51 PM | shower me with attention

Obviously I'm going to be forced to explain. Just listen and hear me well:

I have never earned less than a B in college* because I know what I can do and what I can't, and only begin what I can finish. I can't function in a world with no transition between macrons and no macrons, no schooling in the subjunctive, or gerunds or gerundives, or vocabulary refreshment and expansion, no grammar or syntax refresher but rather a plunge into the icy waters of translation (and Roman history, to boot.) These are things that I haven't learned because at my school they are taught in second year Latin (except for the history, which generally gets its own class.) In the class that I went to yesterday, they were all assumed, and all of the students (10 besides me) were well-versed in these things, or at least completely relaxed looking at their mention. Several of them translated in a matter of seconds what would have taken me an hour and a dictionary. These, among other indications, were signals that I was not adequately prepared for the work of the class. To remain would have been a $5,285.00 exercise in futility.

I was very disappointed as I left the class because I knew that I would have to withdraw, and have to spend the next two semesters making up the Latin credits. I was disappointed because instead of graduating next month, I will be graduating a year from now. That's why I was crying. I was disappointed that I wasn't ready. I was not disappointed because I thought myself a "quitter". I do not blame myself for "quitting" something that I know from the start I have no chance of succeeding at.

Just believe me that I know myself and what I'm prepared for.

I am not looking forward to the process of withdrawal tomorrow, but I will get it over with and move on. I've already registered for the next level of Latin at my school for this fall. Tonight I am very depressed, though.

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*Save that one exception where I missed a final and it was simply factored in as an F, earning me a C for the class

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:38 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, May 24, 2004

My first Latin class at Columbia was a triumphant success in that I managed to get safely out of the building before I started crying. It was also my last Latin class there.

No money was paid. Facile venire est facile ire.

I don't wish to discuss it so please don't bring it up.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:10 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, May 23, 2004

Look, it's me.

I was heavier in January. My pants are falling off now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:58 PM | shower me with attention

This weekend I slept and ate some cherries and marched for Marriage Equality and sweated and saw puppies and saw Jordan perform and got a new skirt that Kirsten and Stephanie bought for me and saw Coffee and Cigarettes (the last short was the best) and that's about it I guess.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:50 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, May 21, 2004

Regimastration was a breeze. Class starts Monday. I think there are going to be a lot of books that I'll have to buy. For this one class. If the syllabus for the second session of the class (taught by a different professor) is any indication. Argh.

My dad came with me and we had lunch at Nussbaum and Wu's and went book-hunting. (He got one book, I got one and I got one for someone else.)

Erin gradumarated today! I was going to go have dinner with her and her peoples to celebrate it, but my dad had another one of those mini-stroke things on the subway ride home. Aphasia and everything. Took him ten minutes to get out a sentence. Scary. A very nice woman was very concerned and made us give her our phone number so she could call and check up on him later. As bad as it is to listen to my dad talking people's ears off when he CAN speak, it's a million times worse to hear him trying to talk someone's ear off and not be able to find the words.

Kirsten's home now and he seems to be feeling better so I'm off to the UCB for a little free Jackie Clarke action.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:07 PM | shower me with attention

Today was my last class. Tomorrow is regimastration and then five weeks of fun and then I'm done.

(Yesterday, tomorrow, I don't know, it's after midnight, you know what I mean.)

Fuck you, May 21st!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:34 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

Best thing I've ever heard. (Will only be funny if you're a fan of both Buffy and Lord of the Rings.)

I've read the lyrics before but it's so hilarious to actually hear the songs sung.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:35 PM | shower me with attention

If you cross your fingers and touch them to the tip of your nose, you get the sensory illusion that you have two noses.

I would kill for an MP3 of the Muppets singing "Way Down in Borneo Bay". I keep finding one and then losing the connection before it can start.

I had something to say about secular spirituality, transcension of everyday cares through non-(organized)-religious channels, and the paradox of Godspell invoking the sort of almost religious joy that some of us feel when we discover a beautiful piece of musical theatre, completely unconnected to any of the Christianity in the content of the musical itself. There's an episode of Sports Night where Dana discovers the joys of Broadway musicals. She's gotten tickets to The Lion King, thanks to her boss Isaac (played by Robert "Rafiki" Guillame, ha ha), and, having previously pooh-poohed the idea of musicals--

Dana: �Oh, I've tried, I've really tried. �But the singing and the dancing and there is oftentimes a hoe-down --

Isaac: �There's no hoe-down.

Dana: �Don't tell me there's no hoe-down, mister, I've been there.

--she is prepared to hate this experience. But she comes back having been seized by, pardon my phrasing, the spirit. She's become a convert to the Church of Showtunes. (And it's fairly amusing for any "serious" theatre-lover that the show that grabs her is The Liong King, that pre-fab, adapted Disney-by-way-of-Elton-John-approximating-the-genre.) But, nevertheless, it's a touching moment when she tries to convey her joy to her office friends:

Dana: �Don't you want to hear what happened to me?

Casey: �Not unless you held up a deli during intermission.

Dana: I�believe in the power of the theatre.

Casey: �Well, that's good. �I believe in the power of a roast beef sandwich, so I really don't have time to talk. (starts to walk off)

Dana: Casey. (he turns back) �It was really quite something. �The music began and I just started to cry. �I don't know where it came from. �It was like... church. �I didn't know we could do that. �Did you know we could do that?

Casey: (with a gentle smile) �Well, when I forget, something usually reminds me.

Dana: (as he walks away) �I didn't know we could do that.

I think it would actually detract from my love of Godspell if I were a Christian. I think I'd find it lacking in its ability to describe what I presume is the sort of ecstatic faith in the power of Christ that Christians are supposed to feel. I would find it puny, or something. But as an agnostic/atheist/secular humanist/don't label me, I find it pulls at all my faith in the, what'd Aaron Sorkin call it, the power of theatre. Hippie clowns singing pretty songs, baby. Jesus on the same playing field as Eva Peron, John Adams, Leo Frank, the Von Trapps, Mongkut and Anna Leonowens. A historical figure with a story interesting enough to put three hours worth of songs to.

That's really all I have right now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:53 PM | shower me with attention

If, like me, you're running OS 10.3 with Safari or IE or Mozilla, read this. It's about a security vulnerability that you can fix easily, since Apple doesn't feel like doing it.

Stupid Apple. Fix your shit.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:54 PM | shower me with attention

Ratemyprofessors.com is fun.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:33 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Colonial House is so good. I think it's as good as Frontier House. The people are more likable. And hotter.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:30 PM | shower me with attention

I am obsessed with mix CDs now that I have my computer (and Limewire!) back. And with blogging tracklists in lieu of more interesting things to post.

I like this one even better than the first. Better range of tempos for when I get tired and have to go more slowly, or want to pick up the pace:

Gay Workout Mix Part Two:

1. "Sisters and Brothers" - Free to Be You and Me
2. "?" - Andrew WK (something about Partying Hard when the time comes)
3. "Don't Nobody Bring Me No Bad News" - The Wiz
4. "Rio" - Duran Duran
5. "Learn to Fly" - Foo Fighters
6. "Praise You" - Fatboy Slim
7. "Hotel Detective" - TMBG
8. "Eye II Eye" - Powerline (Tevin Campbell), A Goofy Movie
9. "Heterosexual Man" - Odds
10. "Everybody Rejoice" - The Wiz
11. "Stand Out" - Powerline (Tevin Campbel), A Goofy Movie
12. "Travelin' Prayer" - Billy Joel
13. "Interviewing Randy Newman" - Glenn Tilbrook
14. "We Beseech Thee" - Godspell
15. "Barrel of a Gun" - Guster
16. "Silver Lining" - Jordan Cooper
17. "Movin' Right Along" - The Muppet Movie
18. "Time Stand Still" - Rush
19. "Ana Ng" - TMBG
20. "New York city" - TMBG

I love this CD a lot. You may laugh at me, but those Tevin Campbell numbers are really amazing.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:20 PM | shower me with attention

Would you guess that my favourite piece of music in the world is the closing theme ("Edge of the World", sans lyrics) to Wargames?

Because it is. My absolute favourite and has been since I was about 12. So there's some trivia.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:54 PM | shower me with attention

Perhaps I was a little hasty below. I don't mean that I actually hate my sister. Actually I love her. And she helped me incorporate her point while maintaining my argument. So it all turned out okay.

But, man, who knew The Rock was a satire?

And thus concludes my final paper as a college undergraduate. Not counting the ridiculous and impossible essay I have to prepare (and basically memorize) for my (closed-book, notes-free) Satire final next week, and the possibility of graduate school in the hazy and distant future, I am done writing. Forever. Woo! No more writing! Boo, writing, boo!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:32 PM | shower me with attention

Rest in peace, Dr Lao.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:48 PM | shower me with attention

MotherFUCKER. I asked my sister to proofread my paper, and she just went and NEGATED MY WHOLE THESIS.

And she's RIGHT.

It's a FUCKING SATIRE.

I HATE HER.

Now she should have to rewrite the whole thing.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:47 AM | shower me with attention

I think I just finished the last paper I'll ever have to write, maybe.

Check out my extraordinarily clever title:

�The Rock�: A Hard Place to Find Satire

I'm such a wit. I'm a regular Robert Benchley.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:34 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, May 17, 2004

Now Colonial House is over and there's nothing left for me to do but write that stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid paper.

How do I stretch the following into paper length:

"The Rock is just plain not a satire because no one who watches it recognizes it to be a satire."

?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:35 PM | shower me with attention

I want to make a mix CD loosely based around the theme of the 1964 World's Fair. Trouble: I can't think of enough songs. This is all I have so far:

-"There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow", Richard & Robert Sherman (with Walt Disney) - this is the only perfect one, because it's the theme for Disney's "Carousel of Progress", which was created for the World's Fair. Better this than "It's a Small World After All", which doesn't belong on any mix CD.

-"Fifty Years After the Fair", Aimee Mann - About the '39 World's Fair, but close enough.

-"Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard", Paul Simon - There's a lot of stuff about the Queen of Corona, and it reminds me of the time my mom first took me to Corona Park to see the old fair site, and also to look for Tony, the Lemon-Ice King of Corona. (Who wasn't there.)

-"Ana Ng", TMBG - There's a reference.

And that's all's I got. Any suggestions?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:40 PM | shower me with attention

Kitana heads off to Sri Lanka today. She goes from there back to her mom's house upstate and from there straight to Madison, Wisconsin to learn Tamil for two months. We here at the home fort won't see her until mid-August. Bon voyage, Kit.

As for me, this is my last week of regular classes (ever?), which officially end Wednesday (although my Latin teacher is holding a class on Thursday anyway, that I should probably maybe attend.) Finals are on May 24. I register for Latin at Columbia this Friday. If that works out, those classes start next Monday and go until July 2. Must remember to apply for graduation audit.

Finally, I had a ~~dream~~ nightmare last night where my sister, Tilly, David Gest (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH) and I were trying to be the first ones to get tickets online to a special Stephen Trask/John Cameron Mitchell performance. David Gest and I had a tussle over a laptop, and I ended up biting his finger and drawing blood. He cried like a baby. It was the scariest dream. David Gest is so, so frightening to me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:46 PM | shower me with attention

I stayed at Not Mint Manor last night. I'm gonna leave soon and go straight to school.

Something peculiar: Stephanie bought this fake cheese, this weird vegan "Veggie Slices" cheese, and hated it. I tried it and I love it. It's so weird. It looks like those horrible plastic Kraft singles, but the taste and texture is so much better. Not that I have any need to eat vegan cheese, but it's interesting that it doesn't taste awful.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:36 PM | shower me with attention

Saturday, May 15, 2004

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

Friday, May 07, 2004

So, that's done. I foolishly left my copy of the article I was using to write the paper, "Stalking the Billion-Footed Beast", out on the windy balcony. At least I think that's where I left it. Anyway, it's not there now. So I think the wind stole it. I managed to cobble an essay together anyway, by paraphrasing and using one direct quote that I'd written down in class. (No page number, oh well.)

One down, two to go.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:57 PM | shower me with attention

I have to write one Satire paper this weekend, and then the Sex and Gender paper and the second Satire paper next weekend. Oy.

So this is the topic I chose for Satire. It's the only one I CAN choose, since the others are related to the book that I'm not done reading yet, and the paper is due Monday:

2. In his introduction Wolfe writes, "All serious young writers", serious meaning those who aimed for literary prestige, "were dismantling the realist novel just as fast as they could think of ways to do it" [xii-xiii]

Here Wolfe seems to be taking two words, "serious" and "real" which are usually synonymous and showing how, amazingly, they have been made into opposites by our particularly paradoxical age. Compare this with his practice in the body of his narrative.

First of all-- "compare this with his practice". What practice?

Second of all-- since when are "real" and "serious" synonyms? Since when?

Wish me luck.

(By the way, I did end up enjoying Bonfire of the Vanities, the novel. It was absorbing. I made the mistake of renting the movie, however, and watched it all the way through, proving once again that I am one sick masochist that needs help sorting out why I enjoy causing myself pain.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:06 PM | shower me with attention

I really wish I could go to In Conversation with Scott Thompson at Cobb's in San Francisco. I love San Francisco. I love Scott. We had such a great time at the Q&A session he did in NYC last year...

I hope lots of people go. Rynnie says the tickets aren't selling well and the show's in danger of being rescheduled or cancelled. Where are all the KITH fans? Dammit, the Warfield was full-to-busting at all three KITH shows I saw there in 2002. Now, crickets.

Fuck fuck fuck I don't want to write this paper.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:42 PM | shower me with attention

Lots of work to do. Papers. Hate writing. Hate it.

I think I'm addicted to caffeine again.

My parents come home tonight.

My kittoons are playing together. It's really cute.

Now they're cleaning each other. You should see it. Kisses from kittoon to kittoon.

Andrew slept over last night. We watched 28 Days Later. I was surprised how much I liked it. Liked it a lot. I'd been warned that the violence and apolalyptic-ness would be too much for me, but it wasn't. Guess I'm pretty desensitized. Yikes.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:02 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, May 06, 2004

Tonight I went to see Jordan's movie, Tim Warner: A Life in the Clouds. It was-- I'm not speaking ironically-- a tour de fource. It was hilarious. It was one of the best things I've seen in a theatre all year. I liked it even better than his first film, Helping Joe, which I loved.

Damn I hate talented people.

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

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Computer back! All stuff wiped out. Lots of music. Mourning.

But, good. Free system upgrade.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:51 PM | shower me with attention

Things are looking better today. Pale Fire isn't actually bad-- that Nabokov, he's what they like to call a Good Writer. So I'm liking it. I even really like the poem.

I started a woodprint yesterday that I'm really into. It actually uses light and dark in a way that isn't completely retarded, which is new for me. It's from a picture I copied of war protesters in this week's Sunday Times magazine.

I called Apple today, and then CompUSA, and FINALLY they called me back and told me my computer is ready! My sis is gonna pick it up tonight while I'm in school. I'm going to have a big welcoming-home party for it.

I lost three inches from my waist since the last time I looked. My pants are falling off and last week Gina said my face is looking thinner (which is the most important part for me.)

So there's plenty of good going around. The bad is, yeah, I'm still stressed out about school and no word on the student loan stuff for Columbia, registration for which starts tomorrow. I can't register until I pay. I can't pay until they give me money.

Also, my sis is feeling pretty depressed this week. We've been renting movies and watching them together every night to try to cheer her up but I don't think it's working. It makes me very sad.

So there's happy and there's sad, but it's evening out I guess.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:36 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, May 03, 2004

I'm so done with school, I can't stand it. Unfortunately, school says I have another 2 weeks (and then 5 weeks more of Latin.)

But I'm done. I can't read assignments. I can't sit in stuffy classrooms. I can't carve wood and roll ink over it. I can't think about the three papers I have due Very Soon that I haven't started. I would rather gouge my eyes out with a pen than read Nabokov's Pale Fire. I can't do this anymore. This needs to be over. Now.

Off to class.

Kirsten should be getting her computer back, either today or soon thereafter. No word about my iBook.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:28 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, May 02, 2004

Some people are so awesome I just can't stand it. Case in point.

We're all moved into the new place. It doesn't have a cutesy name. I'm trying to remember to call it Gina and Steph's place instead of just "Gina's".

I don't think I can summon up a cutesy name for this one. Someone else will have to do it.

Oh, Gina practically broke her ass when she fell yesterday. She's one giant bruise. Also, I haven't slept more than four hours a night for three nights. I'm worried this will continue tonight.

Kitana was supposed to leave tonight-- for THREE MONTHS-- but she came back home tonight as a surprise. She's leaving tomorrow, but in the meantime, ONE MORE NIGHT OF KITANA!

And I'll surely be awake for it, perverse internal clock that I have.

I watched Fatal Attraction tonight. I've been wanting to see it for a long time. I made a crucial error in watching it on the WB tonight. I'd heard there was a lot of sex in that movie, but there was no sex on the WB cut. Poo. (Putavi...)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:24 AM | shower me with attention

Saturday, May 01, 2004

Putavi "Poo", Tavie, interdictum est dicere;
Genae Ginae te spectant.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:07 PM | shower me with attention

Oh shit. I totally missed Tara's birthday.

The fact that I had absolutely no internet access that day (no school) is no excuse.

I am a sucktard. Happy belated birthday, dear Tara.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:42 AM | shower me with attention

That was a long, long day. We're mostly moved. There's some more stuff at the house but it's mostly all here. Gina fell down the stairs onto the pavement twice, once on her face, and is badly scraped and bruised, but we're all alive and mostly whole.

The view is, I must admit, spectacular.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:29 AM | shower me with attention