pixilated
\PIK-suh-lay-tud\ adjective
1 : somewhat unbalanced mentally; also : bemused
*2 : whimsical
Did you know? "Pixilated" is an American coinage that dates back to about the mid-19th century. A pixilated person behaves as if under the spell of pixies or enchanted by them. The word has been used to describe people who are confused (as though they have seen a pixie) or intoxicated (to the point that they are seeing pixies); it can also be used for people who are like playfully mischievous pixies themselves. Today, "pixilated" usually means "somewhat unbalanced mentally," "bemused," or "whimsical."
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
for ihum lovers
i don't mean people that are lovers during ihum, but rather, people who want a mug that says "I Heart IHUM," that is, "Heart" the symbol, not the word.
If you want an "I Heart IHUM" mug, just let me know.
You know you want one.
If you want an "I Heart IHUM" mug, just let me know.
You know you want one.
A Day for Links
A Website to Be Avoided and Yet Impossible to Avoid Upon Finding:
http://community.livejournal.com/who_got_in/2823.html
A Response to My Earlier Post:
http://lapicide.blogspot.com
The Most Disturbing Shoes Ever:
http://www.anthropologie.com/jump.jsp?itemID=7832&itemType=PRODUCT&iSubCat=1163&iMainCat=840
Shoes I Want Want But Would Probably Never Wear and Therefore Not Worth the Money and Also Upon Closer Examination They are Not as Cute as I Thought They Were:
http://www.anthropologie.com/jump.jsp?itemID=7240&itemType=PRODUCT&iSubCat=1165&iMainCat=840
http://community.livejournal.com/who_got_in/2823.html
A Response to My Earlier Post:
http://lapicide.blogspot.com
The Most Disturbing Shoes Ever:
http://www.anthropologie.com/jump.jsp?itemID=7832&itemType=PRODUCT&iSubCat=1163&iMainCat=840
Shoes I Want Want But Would Probably Never Wear and Therefore Not Worth the Money and Also Upon Closer Examination They are Not as Cute as I Thought They Were:
http://www.anthropologie.com/jump.jsp?itemID=7240&itemType=PRODUCT&iSubCat=1165&iMainCat=840
Monday, March 13, 2006
catering chaos
The catering just came for the people reading fellows applications this afternoon, and it was a disturbingly piddly amount of food, considering that it cost $100. If there are eight people, that means it cost about, what, $11 or $12 per person for each one to have a tiny sandwich, a drink, and a cookie. I don't understand where I went wrong--I ordered breakfast from Whole Foods last week and it was HUGE, and nobody ate it. What's the deal here? Clearly I don't have the magic touch of catering.
I actually had a dream about the lunch I'm planning for Wednesday, which was that I accidentally ordered catering from three places and had forgotten to cancel two of them, and so instead of spending about $500 on food I'd spent about $2000, and I was all freaking out until I realized that I hadn't ordered from Andronico's, Whole Foods, and a thai restaurant, but just Whole Foods and the thai restaurant, and the thai food was only for 10 people, not 40, and therefore not so excessive. But now I'm worried that the actual food I ordered from Whole Foods won't be enough.
This is all making me worried that the food on Wednesday won't be enough.
I feel very confused. There are suddenly, magically, four large boxes sitting in my office. Where did they come from? And why didn't I see them arrive?
Strange.
I actually had a dream about the lunch I'm planning for Wednesday, which was that I accidentally ordered catering from three places and had forgotten to cancel two of them, and so instead of spending about $500 on food I'd spent about $2000, and I was all freaking out until I realized that I hadn't ordered from Andronico's, Whole Foods, and a thai restaurant, but just Whole Foods and the thai restaurant, and the thai food was only for 10 people, not 40, and therefore not so excessive. But now I'm worried that the actual food I ordered from Whole Foods won't be enough.
This is all making me worried that the food on Wednesday won't be enough.
I feel very confused. There are suddenly, magically, four large boxes sitting in my office. Where did they come from? And why didn't I see them arrive?
Strange.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
I'm not usually a serious quote-poster (I have a special paranoia of quotes and being trite), but I saw this in one of my best friend's little sister's aim profile (which I don't think she knows I read. . . well, whatever). I rather liked it. . . though I'm a smidgen worried about the "madness" in line 13. . . (and maybe I just need to go to bed).
I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me-
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me, and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid.
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances;
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire-
It is a boat longing for the sea
And yet afraid.
-Edgar Lee Masters
I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me-
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me, and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid.
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances;
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire-
It is a boat longing for the sea
And yet afraid.
-Edgar Lee Masters
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
on various things
on swimsuits:
victoria's secret has a bikini called "poisson d'amour." now, is my french confused, or does this mean "fish of love"? does this mean if you wear this swimsuit you become a mermaid or something? maybe this is just another sign that shopping for swimsuits on the victoria's secret website is a bad idea, just as shopping for clothes there is a bad idea, since you can hardly even find the clothes amongst the models. but where else to look after j. crew?
on being rejected from your backup school:
at least my advisor just laughed at them and said it showed how even more obviously inept their department is.
on not having heard from *very prestigious univeristy* that has rumored to already have made its decisions:
should i go do a voodoo dance or something? or did they lose my application?
on j.crew shoes being made by the same manufacturers as gucci and prada:
a very snottily gay j.crew salesperson in seattle told me this. does this actually make them better shoes? i mean, they still aren't gucci shoes, no matter who sews them together. and isn't the fact that they're j.crew shoes good enough to begin with?
on amazon trying to sell me books about nelson mandela:
just because i buy things for ihum does not, unfortunately, mean i'm socially conscious.
on ihum applicants having recs from jacques derrida:
craaazy. i didn't quite realize he was actually a person. i mean, he's not now, because he's dead, but you know. wait, it isn't a violation of confidentiality if i don't say who it was, right?
on my new yellow sweater from j.crew:
sooo soft.
on love-o-grams:
ridiculous.
victoria's secret has a bikini called "poisson d'amour." now, is my french confused, or does this mean "fish of love"? does this mean if you wear this swimsuit you become a mermaid or something? maybe this is just another sign that shopping for swimsuits on the victoria's secret website is a bad idea, just as shopping for clothes there is a bad idea, since you can hardly even find the clothes amongst the models. but where else to look after j. crew?
on being rejected from your backup school:
at least my advisor just laughed at them and said it showed how even more obviously inept their department is.
on not having heard from *very prestigious univeristy* that has rumored to already have made its decisions:
should i go do a voodoo dance or something? or did they lose my application?
on j.crew shoes being made by the same manufacturers as gucci and prada:
a very snottily gay j.crew salesperson in seattle told me this. does this actually make them better shoes? i mean, they still aren't gucci shoes, no matter who sews them together. and isn't the fact that they're j.crew shoes good enough to begin with?
on amazon trying to sell me books about nelson mandela:
just because i buy things for ihum does not, unfortunately, mean i'm socially conscious.
on ihum applicants having recs from jacques derrida:
craaazy. i didn't quite realize he was actually a person. i mean, he's not now, because he's dead, but you know. wait, it isn't a violation of confidentiality if i don't say who it was, right?
on my new yellow sweater from j.crew:
sooo soft.
on love-o-grams:
ridiculous.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
they don't work
a lot of my possessions, that is. and things in my life. you'll see what I mean in a minute. it's amazing how in just a few short months without your parents buying everything for you, it all starts to go to pieces.
things that don't work/need to be replaced:
my car cd player.
status: doesn't exist, as was stolen in january.
my ipod.
status: won't turn on.
my tiffany teardrop necklace.
status: chain broken by blundering roommate.
my laptop.
status: freezes, fails to connect to the internet, and is generally fucked up. "a" key popped off and won't go back on.
my glasses.
status: prescription 4+ years old. cracking around edges.
my futon/bed.
status: it has been pointed out to me that my futon is not in fact a bed, so much as a large pillow, which now has a huge Maia-dent in it, perhaps even bigger than the famed Bender dent.
my favorite pink sweater stolen from ex-girlfriend.
status: enormous hole in elbow.
all of my flats and kitten heels.
status: broken and repaired with superglue; stretched out and too big; battered and too small; too small to begin with but i was stubborn as they were on sale. i think that accounts for all of them.
favorite blue suede bag from oxford.
status: so dirty that my friends that don't even care about fashion comment on it.
my haircut.
status: grown out. bangs doing freakish weird things.
favorite corduroy (sp?) skirt from urban outfitters.
status: bleach spots from cleaning roommates running amok.
my parking permit.
status: expired c-permit.
my cell phone.
status: top bar of screen doesn't work; battered. fully admit that this is my own fault for losing temper and throwing cell phone. (more than once).
my digestive tract.
status: perpetually nauseated. plus i keep getting the hiccups.
so there you have it. now, i would like to point out that despite my complaints, i do realize i live a luxurious lifestyle compared to like the majority of the world and all of history etc. but it would still be nice to have my stuff work.
luckily, since it seeems like the whole someone-stopping-me-on-the-street-to-tell-me-that-i-look-like-a-wonderful-person-and-therefore-they-are-going-to-give-me-a-million-dollars thing isn't working out, i do have a new job in addition to my job at ihum, as an sat tutor! yay new job! yay extra money! boo seven hour trainings after work! but whatever. i'm quite excited. also i plan to go home to seattle for the weekend (first alert for any of you few people left in seattle who might read my blog and want to see me). . . and maybe (maybe) I can get something out of my parents. like a new pair of shoes.
:-)
things that don't work/need to be replaced:
my car cd player.
status: doesn't exist, as was stolen in january.
my ipod.
status: won't turn on.
my tiffany teardrop necklace.
status: chain broken by blundering roommate.
my laptop.
status: freezes, fails to connect to the internet, and is generally fucked up. "a" key popped off and won't go back on.
my glasses.
status: prescription 4+ years old. cracking around edges.
my futon/bed.
status: it has been pointed out to me that my futon is not in fact a bed, so much as a large pillow, which now has a huge Maia-dent in it, perhaps even bigger than the famed Bender dent.
my favorite pink sweater stolen from ex-girlfriend.
status: enormous hole in elbow.
all of my flats and kitten heels.
status: broken and repaired with superglue; stretched out and too big; battered and too small; too small to begin with but i was stubborn as they were on sale. i think that accounts for all of them.
favorite blue suede bag from oxford.
status: so dirty that my friends that don't even care about fashion comment on it.
my haircut.
status: grown out. bangs doing freakish weird things.
favorite corduroy (sp?) skirt from urban outfitters.
status: bleach spots from cleaning roommates running amok.
my parking permit.
status: expired c-permit.
my cell phone.
status: top bar of screen doesn't work; battered. fully admit that this is my own fault for losing temper and throwing cell phone. (more than once).
my digestive tract.
status: perpetually nauseated. plus i keep getting the hiccups.
so there you have it. now, i would like to point out that despite my complaints, i do realize i live a luxurious lifestyle compared to like the majority of the world and all of history etc. but it would still be nice to have my stuff work.
luckily, since it seeems like the whole someone-stopping-me-on-the-street-to-tell-me-that-i-look-like-a-wonderful-person-and-therefore-they-are-going-to-give-me-a-million-dollars thing isn't working out, i do have a new job in addition to my job at ihum, as an sat tutor! yay new job! yay extra money! boo seven hour trainings after work! but whatever. i'm quite excited. also i plan to go home to seattle for the weekend (first alert for any of you few people left in seattle who might read my blog and want to see me). . . and maybe (maybe) I can get something out of my parents. like a new pair of shoes.
:-)
Friday, February 17, 2006
babies, but not born yet
Jason's on ob-gyn for the next month or so, and if you've talked to me in the last 24 hours you know that I am now living in a state of absolute horror and disgust at the idea of having a baby. He didn't even tell us that much--all he had to do was talk about how loudly the women scream and I just wanted to go into the bathroom and throw up. No, I'm not pregnant. But I am extremely appalled and offended at 1) Life; 2) Modern medicine; 3) My entire physical existence. Why?
1) Why are people built in such a generally crappy way? It seems like women's bodies are incredibly stupidly and inconveniently designed. It's enough to make me want to dispose of mine right now, except that there are all sorts of stupid personal identity issues with that.
2) Why, if we can do crazy things like transplant people's hearts, can't childbirth be painless, and people be easily restored to their former proper state?
Other fears about having children:
1) What if your child is the spawn of the devil and sucks away your lifeblood? (I told this to Nick and he asked if I'd sleep with the devil and I said probably not. But isn't half the point that you wouldn't know it was the devil at the time, or that you'd be unable to prevent it from happening?).
2) What if it's not a child at all, but some horrible beast-like thing growing inside you?
3) What if it turns out that you were sharing your body with a future mass-murderer?
What this all tells me is that if I ever DO want to have children, I should probably stop studying the Gothic.
1) Why are people built in such a generally crappy way? It seems like women's bodies are incredibly stupidly and inconveniently designed. It's enough to make me want to dispose of mine right now, except that there are all sorts of stupid personal identity issues with that.
2) Why, if we can do crazy things like transplant people's hearts, can't childbirth be painless, and people be easily restored to their former proper state?
Other fears about having children:
1) What if your child is the spawn of the devil and sucks away your lifeblood? (I told this to Nick and he asked if I'd sleep with the devil and I said probably not. But isn't half the point that you wouldn't know it was the devil at the time, or that you'd be unable to prevent it from happening?).
2) What if it's not a child at all, but some horrible beast-like thing growing inside you?
3) What if it turns out that you were sharing your body with a future mass-murderer?
What this all tells me is that if I ever DO want to have children, I should probably stop studying the Gothic.
Friday, February 10, 2006
work
So you're bored at work, like me.
Things not to do when you're bored at work:
1) Eat. If you eat when you're bored at work you'll never stop eating. Aside from the obvious side effect of getting fat, this also removes all the joy from eating when you're home and actually can eat good food, not just the pastries leftover from morning meetings that are kind of gross anyway.
2) Go on craigslist and read personals. Especially when you're not even looking to date someone. Actually, no, I take that back--don't look at craigslist personals, period. Or the "best of craigslist" page. Because while it can be funny, and personals can be entertaining in their absurdity, it is ultimately depressing to read about the lives of disgruntled unhappy bored people who want sex.
4) Think about how bored you are. This only exacerbates the problem.
5) Think about life. Thinking about life always goes in a bad direction when you're sitting in an office, as opposed to sitting on, say, a beach of a tropical island.
Things to do when you're bored at work:
1) Open a bunch of files on your desk to make it look like you're doing important work while actually you're posting on your blog.
2) Do sudoku puzzles.
3) Read the newspaper.
4) Do your taxes online.
5) Read a great work of literature that you usually wouldn't have the patience for.
6) Email your friends at work in other cities far away and make pretend dinner plans.
And some things that can be good or bad, depending:
1) Shopping online. Can be fun but ultimately problematic if you a) have no money and/or b) buy stuff anyway.
2) Looking for other jobs on craigslist. Can be neccessary, but if not neccessary, ultimately depressing, and can lead to looking at other things on craigslist.
3) Drinking coffee. Better than eating because I don't believe one can get fat off a diet of coffee, tea, soup, gatorade, and champagne (a diet plan I will explain at a later time). But can be problematic because it gets you all hyped up to do. . . nothing. And it can also spoil vanilla lattes because then they remind you of work.
4) Update your facebook profile. While an update is good now and then, I wouldn't want people to realize how much time I actually do spend on the facebook.
lalala
Things not to do when you're bored at work:
1) Eat. If you eat when you're bored at work you'll never stop eating. Aside from the obvious side effect of getting fat, this also removes all the joy from eating when you're home and actually can eat good food, not just the pastries leftover from morning meetings that are kind of gross anyway.
2) Go on craigslist and read personals. Especially when you're not even looking to date someone. Actually, no, I take that back--don't look at craigslist personals, period. Or the "best of craigslist" page. Because while it can be funny, and personals can be entertaining in their absurdity, it is ultimately depressing to read about the lives of disgruntled unhappy bored people who want sex.
4) Think about how bored you are. This only exacerbates the problem.
5) Think about life. Thinking about life always goes in a bad direction when you're sitting in an office, as opposed to sitting on, say, a beach of a tropical island.
Things to do when you're bored at work:
1) Open a bunch of files on your desk to make it look like you're doing important work while actually you're posting on your blog.
2) Do sudoku puzzles.
3) Read the newspaper.
4) Do your taxes online.
5) Read a great work of literature that you usually wouldn't have the patience for.
6) Email your friends at work in other cities far away and make pretend dinner plans.
And some things that can be good or bad, depending:
1) Shopping online. Can be fun but ultimately problematic if you a) have no money and/or b) buy stuff anyway.
2) Looking for other jobs on craigslist. Can be neccessary, but if not neccessary, ultimately depressing, and can lead to looking at other things on craigslist.
3) Drinking coffee. Better than eating because I don't believe one can get fat off a diet of coffee, tea, soup, gatorade, and champagne (a diet plan I will explain at a later time). But can be problematic because it gets you all hyped up to do. . . nothing. And it can also spoil vanilla lattes because then they remind you of work.
4) Update your facebook profile. While an update is good now and then, I wouldn't want people to realize how much time I actually do spend on the facebook.
lalala
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Craziness.
An Admissions Timeline:
12/12
3:00 PM: Return from Tahoe and start working
9:00 PM: Plug in ipod to laptop. Laptop freezes.
9:03 PM: Laptop will not unfreeze.
9:09 PM: Laptop is shut down. Laptop will not start up again.
9:30 PM: Laptop has miracle revival. I backup all admissions files.
12/13
10:00 AM: Roomates pack. I leave for work.
12:00 PM: Anxiety attack. Return home from work.
1:00 PM: Busily playing Kameo on the X-Box.
4:40 PM: Laptop will not turn on. Laptop has OFFICIALLY DIED.
5:00 PM: Use Jason's spare laptop. But will not connect to my printer.
5:10 PM: Will not connect to Jason's printer.
5:30 PM: Jason's desktop DOES NOT HAVE A WORD PROCESSING PROGRAM! Conclusion: out of four computers and two printers in the house, it is impossible for me to print out my writing sample.
7:00 PM: Editing writing sample based on Rovee's notes.
11:30 PM: Print out writing sample at my Uncle's house.
12:30 PM: Head for FedEx Kinkos.
1:00 AM: Spent $60 sending applications to Berkeley, Penn, and Rutgers
12/14
9:30 AM: I wake up and go to Jason's computer to email IHUM to say that I won't be coming in.
10:00 AM: Application #1 sent in (online).
10:30 AM: Application #2 sent in.
11:00 AM: Application #3 sent in.
11:30 AM: Application #4 sent in.
11:45 AM: Realize that UWisconsin's due date is also the 15th!!!
12:00 PM: I look at my writing sample as I put it into an envelope, and realize there is a MISPLACED COMMA IN MY FIRST SENTENCE!!!
12:01 PM: I freak out.
12:01:30 PM: I call Elizabeth to see if she thinks FedEx will let me get back into my mailing to eliminate evil comma.
12:30 PM: Leave Partridge and drive to California Ave.
12:45 PM: Can't find parking spot anywhere. Have car-driving anxiety attack.
12:58 PM: Pull over to the side of the road.
1:00 PM: Low point of the day. Sitting on sidewalk sobbing as passerby stare. One woman asks if I'm all right, to which I look up and smile and say, "oh, I'm fine. Don't worry."
1:10 PM: EXTREMELY NICE old man lets me do what most be the most anal-retentive thing I've ever done, finding the FedEx envelopes to be sent out and opening them up for me, letting me white-out the offending comma in the three writing samples.
1:11 PM: He helps another customer as I work on this.
1:12 PM: He looks at me as I finish and asks how i'm doing. "Doing all right?"
1:17 PM: FedExes successfully taken care of. Make copies of writing sample for next batch. . .
12/15
12:30 PM: I give in and call ETS to get my Literature GRE scores. Horrible tension: Will my scores be abysmal? Will I remember my SSN? Will someone from work walk in my office at the critical moment? Will my cell reception cut out right after I enter my credit card #?
12:31 PM: The recorded message drones on and my hands start shaking.
12:32 PM: I get my scores! And they are. . . good? Bad? All of a sudden it all becomes relative and I start googling "literature gre scores" to figure out if they're good or not. According to the UCSB website, they take people with a percentage over 85. . . right about where I am. . . I guess it's decent then. . . I try to calm down.
12:37 PM: Since I have no work to do and everyone's in a meeting, I start posting on my blog.
Sorry, this has got to be the most boring post ever to anyone but me. But I don't really think anyone reads my posts anyway.
An Admissions Timeline:
12/12
3:00 PM: Return from Tahoe and start working
9:00 PM: Plug in ipod to laptop. Laptop freezes.
9:03 PM: Laptop will not unfreeze.
9:09 PM: Laptop is shut down. Laptop will not start up again.
9:30 PM: Laptop has miracle revival. I backup all admissions files.
12/13
10:00 AM: Roomates pack. I leave for work.
12:00 PM: Anxiety attack. Return home from work.
1:00 PM: Busily playing Kameo on the X-Box.
4:40 PM: Laptop will not turn on. Laptop has OFFICIALLY DIED.
5:00 PM: Use Jason's spare laptop. But will not connect to my printer.
5:10 PM: Will not connect to Jason's printer.
5:30 PM: Jason's desktop DOES NOT HAVE A WORD PROCESSING PROGRAM! Conclusion: out of four computers and two printers in the house, it is impossible for me to print out my writing sample.
7:00 PM: Editing writing sample based on Rovee's notes.
11:30 PM: Print out writing sample at my Uncle's house.
12:30 PM: Head for FedEx Kinkos.
1:00 AM: Spent $60 sending applications to Berkeley, Penn, and Rutgers
12/14
9:30 AM: I wake up and go to Jason's computer to email IHUM to say that I won't be coming in.
10:00 AM: Application #1 sent in (online).
10:30 AM: Application #2 sent in.
11:00 AM: Application #3 sent in.
11:30 AM: Application #4 sent in.
11:45 AM: Realize that UWisconsin's due date is also the 15th!!!
12:00 PM: I look at my writing sample as I put it into an envelope, and realize there is a MISPLACED COMMA IN MY FIRST SENTENCE!!!
12:01 PM: I freak out.
12:01:30 PM: I call Elizabeth to see if she thinks FedEx will let me get back into my mailing to eliminate evil comma.
12:30 PM: Leave Partridge and drive to California Ave.
12:45 PM: Can't find parking spot anywhere. Have car-driving anxiety attack.
12:58 PM: Pull over to the side of the road.
1:00 PM: Low point of the day. Sitting on sidewalk sobbing as passerby stare. One woman asks if I'm all right, to which I look up and smile and say, "oh, I'm fine. Don't worry."
1:10 PM: EXTREMELY NICE old man lets me do what most be the most anal-retentive thing I've ever done, finding the FedEx envelopes to be sent out and opening them up for me, letting me white-out the offending comma in the three writing samples.
1:11 PM: He helps another customer as I work on this.
1:12 PM: He looks at me as I finish and asks how i'm doing. "Doing all right?"
1:17 PM: FedExes successfully taken care of. Make copies of writing sample for next batch. . .
12/15
12:30 PM: I give in and call ETS to get my Literature GRE scores. Horrible tension: Will my scores be abysmal? Will I remember my SSN? Will someone from work walk in my office at the critical moment? Will my cell reception cut out right after I enter my credit card #?
12:31 PM: The recorded message drones on and my hands start shaking.
12:32 PM: I get my scores! And they are. . . good? Bad? All of a sudden it all becomes relative and I start googling "literature gre scores" to figure out if they're good or not. According to the UCSB website, they take people with a percentage over 85. . . right about where I am. . . I guess it's decent then. . . I try to calm down.
12:37 PM: Since I have no work to do and everyone's in a meeting, I start posting on my blog.
Sorry, this has got to be the most boring post ever to anyone but me. But I don't really think anyone reads my posts anyway.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
i'm not coming out. . . till this is all over. . . la la la. . . and we'll become. . . cigarettes when our bodies finally go!
http://www.weirdfortunecookies.com/f_starship_ride.htm
and, what I want for christmas:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0007Y08LK/qid=1133979296/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-1595432-8411302?n=507846&s=dvd&v=glance
http://www.weirdfortunecookies.com/f_starship_ride.htm
and, what I want for christmas:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0007Y08LK/qid=1133979296/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-1595432-8411302?n=507846&s=dvd&v=glance
Sunday, December 04, 2005
I like Marie's habit of listing her current obsessions, so I think I'm going to do a bit of that today:
Current Obsessions (preoccupations?):
The Smiths
Gatorade
PG Tips
Gray (in clothing)
My $30 puffy 'fur'-trimmed hood coat from Costco
Keira Knightley
Stuffed penguins
Warm, snuggly shoes, sweaters, mittens, i.e. EVERYTHING
Sun chips
The Facebook
My new reorganized closet
Cucumber
Villanelles
On another topic, i've been researching the Faculty at the various grad schools where I am going to apply, and I am noticing, rather politically in-correctly, that 1) Almost all black faculty do African-American literature; 2) White people rarely do African-American literature; 3) Almost all people with funny sounding non-European names do Post-Colonial literature. I mean, right, this hardly comes as a surprise, but I find it interesting that 1) these areas aren't more diverse; and 2) As a white American I'm kind of afraid to ever make any kind of comment on either area of literature, which may be the case with a lot of other young white literary scholars, which may be why we all end up doing like, modernism (guys) or Romantics and Jane Austen (girls). Post-colonial, especially, can be a really delicate area to comment on, to my experience. I suppose, however, it's also currently more innovative, which may mean it's a smart place to be right now. Anyway. I overgeneralize.
Current Obsessions (preoccupations?):
The Smiths
Gatorade
PG Tips
Gray (in clothing)
My $30 puffy 'fur'-trimmed hood coat from Costco
Keira Knightley
Stuffed penguins
Warm, snuggly shoes, sweaters, mittens, i.e. EVERYTHING
Sun chips
The Facebook
My new reorganized closet
Cucumber
Villanelles
On another topic, i've been researching the Faculty at the various grad schools where I am going to apply, and I am noticing, rather politically in-correctly, that 1) Almost all black faculty do African-American literature; 2) White people rarely do African-American literature; 3) Almost all people with funny sounding non-European names do Post-Colonial literature. I mean, right, this hardly comes as a surprise, but I find it interesting that 1) these areas aren't more diverse; and 2) As a white American I'm kind of afraid to ever make any kind of comment on either area of literature, which may be the case with a lot of other young white literary scholars, which may be why we all end up doing like, modernism (guys) or Romantics and Jane Austen (girls). Post-colonial, especially, can be a really delicate area to comment on, to my experience. I suppose, however, it's also currently more innovative, which may mean it's a smart place to be right now. Anyway. I overgeneralize.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
I just had this dream that I slept with my Arthurian Literature professor. Which is kind of a random thing to pop into my head, since I haven't seen him in two years, but I guess there's no accounting for what goes on in one's head. The worst part, though, was when I woke up, since I was 1) disappointed that I hadn't actually slept with him, since apparently (in the dream) it had been pretty good; and 2) disappointed that Arthurian Literature was a long-passed memory and now I have to do stupid things with my time like work for IHUM for money (new job, blegh) instead of going to class and listening to stories about King Arthur.
If anyone has an idea of a FUN job that I could do, or at least a NON-ADMIN job (anything!), please, don't hesitate to point it out!
If anyone has an idea of a FUN job that I could do, or at least a NON-ADMIN job (anything!), please, don't hesitate to point it out!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
oh for god's sake
I play world of warcraft so infrequently that whenever I do decide to play it it takes like three hours to update. Seriously, WTF? I'm starting to get really pissed off at my laptop in general, which is always slow, makes a horrid fan nose that drives me crazy, and can't seem to play world of warcraft properly, despite having all the correct memory and such and me having defragmented the hard drive. If it doesn't get things together I'm going to have to go watch the OC or fight Dan for the xbox.
Sorry this isn't much of an update. Took my test, my score will probably suck, now onto working on my writing sample and hoping that it will make up for all the major weaknesses of my application.
Sorry this isn't much of an update. Took my test, my score will probably suck, now onto working on my writing sample and hoping that it will make up for all the major weaknesses of my application.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
the old whore's diet gets me going in the morning
Ugh. It is now 7:16 am, and I must report to Santa Clara University by 8:30 to take the evil test on ALL LITERATURE, EVER, that I have been complaining about for weeks now. Daniel isn't even up to make me tea, as I've never seen him up before the highly reasonable hour of 10:30, and I'm not actually sure whether I've seen him up at 10:30, or just awake. So I must struggle though making tea myself, and hope I will still be alive come noon.
On the upside, studying for this evil test has made me realize I'd like to read some of the following which has not been fully explored:
More poems by John Donne
More poems by W.B. Yeats
A novel (or more than one!) by Edith Wharton
Nostromo, by Joseph Conrad
It has also made me realize that I don't want to read:
Anything by Willa Cather
Paradise Lost
And now a quick review of verse forms:
Rhyme Royal: Seven-line iambic pentameter stanza rhyming ababbcc
Ottava Rima: Eight line stanza rhyming abababcc
Terza Rima: A form invented by Dante for the Divine Comedy. Three-line stanzas with an interlocking rhyme scheme proceeding aba bcb cdc ded etc.
Spenserian: Nine-line stanza, the eight of which are iambic pentameter, and the final is iambic hexameter, an alexandrine. ababbcbcc.
And finally:
BLANK VERSE: is the one that is iambic pentameter
FREE VERSE: is the one that's just unrhymed verse in whateveramater
I don't know that tea is sufficiently 'old whore' for this morning.
On the upside, studying for this evil test has made me realize I'd like to read some of the following which has not been fully explored:
More poems by John Donne
More poems by W.B. Yeats
A novel (or more than one!) by Edith Wharton
Nostromo, by Joseph Conrad
It has also made me realize that I don't want to read:
Anything by Willa Cather
Paradise Lost
And now a quick review of verse forms:
Rhyme Royal: Seven-line iambic pentameter stanza rhyming ababbcc
Ottava Rima: Eight line stanza rhyming abababcc
Terza Rima: A form invented by Dante for the Divine Comedy. Three-line stanzas with an interlocking rhyme scheme proceeding aba bcb cdc ded etc.
Spenserian: Nine-line stanza, the eight of which are iambic pentameter, and the final is iambic hexameter, an alexandrine. ababbcbcc.
And finally:
BLANK VERSE: is the one that is iambic pentameter
FREE VERSE: is the one that's just unrhymed verse in whateveramater
I don't know that tea is sufficiently 'old whore' for this morning.
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