tavie.com

Someone emailed me this link today and it is my new favourite thing on the internet.

Thank you.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:22 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, September 03, 2004

Zhantee soars.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 PM | shower me with attention

What? No! Not again! Everyone in the WORLD is out of the office on vacation but because of HURRICANE BITCH I'm not so I get to do more overtime?

Nope, can't do it, I'll die here, lit-er-a-lly die!

Nonononononononononono

It made me physically ILL to stay late yesterday.

But they need me.

But I should be on vacation.

But.
But.
But.

NO!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:41 PM | shower me with attention

The Penthouse in the news.

Mea culpa. I signed The Penthouse up on the website for a Shout-Out party, but it wouldn't let me "invite" attendees unless I made the address public. I forgot to take the address down, and a reporter showed up at Gina and Steph's apartment last night.

I didn't even show up, and complete strangers did. My bad.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:53 AM | shower me with attention

One more note: I finally found my long-lost CD of Hello Again, uploaded it my iPod last night, and am becoming slowly reacquainted with this strange, sometimes amelodic, but mostly beautiful piece of work.

But mostly I'm listening to the two John Cameron Mitchell tracks on repeat, and mooning.

Doofus.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:11 AM | shower me with attention

No Disney World this weekend. My mom and aunt are going to Boston instead. Dragging my dad along. Sis is at Nerdcon in Atlanta so I have to stay home and take care of the menagerie. (I might sneak out to The Penthouse anyway.)

I needed that vacation. Of course I'm more worried about the Floridians, but I'm still bummed out. No Disney World make Tavie something something.

The ceiling above our wall of desks is leaking again. Kirsten's out and my neighbour was relocated. I remain high and dry at my desk of magic. Dreaming of Epcot.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:00 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Human beings were just not meant to sit in front of computers for 11 hours. By 7:30 I was dizzy, nauseous and half-blind from staring. My stomach was in knots and my hands were shaking.

So, I don't like overtime.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:01 PM | shower me with attention

I think I'm nauseous from staring at the screen all day. I think that's really it. I might hurl all over the keyboard.

But I promised I'd work overtime...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:11 PM | shower me with attention

HAPPY SARAH DAY!!!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:51 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

I love Latin classes that review material I already know. It makes me feel like a GIANT, like when you walk around in a miniature golf course and pretend you're a GIANT!

My new magistra is big on handouts and synopses and Wheelock, which is really lovely. My old magister was a great teacher but he threw us right into real-live-ancient-texts, right from day one, and it was scaaaaaary. New magistra is more into teaching like it was when I was in high school. She also reminds me, bizarrely, of my grandmother. If my grandmother had been slightly younger and blonde and Italian. Something about the face, though. It's nice. I haven't seen my grandma in 15 years.

Anyway. New magistra is also big on forcing people to come up and write on the board, which is scary. I was spared today but I dread that day. I should've made eye contact and gotten it over with today while I was still feeling like a giant. Oh, well.

She won't call me Tavie like Magister Mayer did, I don't think, because I'm not going to push the issue. When she called roll today she got to my name and remarked, "A great first-declension name." When's the last time you got a compliment like that?

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Hurricane BITCH might ruin my trip to Disney World this weekend. I'm worried-ah.

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Still cops everywhere. Even on Roosevelt Island. I dunno why they sent real cops here. As if our fake security-guard cops won't suffice.

I can't look at a bike cop without giggling. It's impossible for me to see a bike cop and not think of Marc Maron's joke: "You're under arrest. Hop on!"

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I spent most of today thinking how much better life would be if John Cameron Mitchell and I were best friends. I think I was mooning over him. That's really very, very sad. Mooning over him.

I'm so gay. I'm such a gay, gay man of a woman.

I was reading an interview with him in The Advocate and he was talking about how being a freak is such a great thing, how the things that make you a freak are a privilege and your gift for the rest of the world and stuff, and then I got depressed because I can't think of a single thing about me that makes me a freak. Even the things that make me feel abnormal are depressingly mainstream: what's more American than being overweight and clinically depressed?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:33 PM | shower me with attention

So now they're having me proof others' work. I guess they wouldn't trust me to do that if I was so terrible at this.

Merrily merrily
rolling along

I've decided that I could really get into Merrily We Roll Along, if I wanted to. Not sure I'm up for it yet. Maybe I should save it until my next musical burnout.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:53 PM | shower me with attention

Follow Mr Apollo. Everybody knows he's the greatest benefactor of mankind.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:27 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Hey, whoever signed me up for those political email lists, I want to support the causes and all, but I really don't need the constant spam.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:40 PM | shower me with attention

I saw a policeman smoking in the subway this morning. He caught me looking and kind of "casually" dropped his hand behind his back.

Hm. That seems like sort of a poor example to set, doesn't it?

Kirsten says we should've gone up and asked him for a light.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:09 PM | shower me with attention

Went to a benefit at UCB last night. Line up of NYC underground comedy all-stars. Eugene Mirman was the funniest, along with drunken David Cross. Birbiglia was funny too but I'd most of the material before. Jon Benjamin showed an hilarious short film. All was funny. It was worth staying up until after 2 in the morning, it really was.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:42 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, August 30, 2004

My new Latin professor! Has said! That this class! Will complete my Latin requirement! Which means! This really IS! THE LAST CLASS! I WILL EVER! HAVE! TO TAKE!!!!

AS AN UNDERGRADUATE!!!

(Tavie collapses in a heap.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:53 PM | shower me with attention

Why do people have such horrible handwriting?

The next time you have to fill out a form, please remember that it is someone's job to decipher what you wrote. Exactly. To the letter.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:33 PM | shower me with attention

The city stinks of sweat. It's nasty out there. Nasty, nasty, muggy, nasty.

Tonight is my first session of what I hope is my last Latin class ever. I'll know for sure when I submit my graduation audit papers on Wednesday. Please let this be the last. I don't know what else they want from me.

Anyway, it's only two nights a week, 7-8:15 pm. Kind of late, but whatever.

I saw The Exorcist: The Beginning over the weekend. It was cheesy, but fun. That guy sure became an archaeologist fast after leaving the church. I love the idea of "archaeologist" as a fallback position. "Oh, my current career isn't going so well, I guess I'll just be an archaeologist."

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:53 AM | shower me with attention