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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