. . . . . entries for 31.5.09 . . . . .
Today Kelsey and I made dry-runs to our workplaces, picked up some more stuff at Whole Foods and elsewhere, and in general 'splored. It was good. Pretty day.
I am sleepy. Yawn.
. . . . . entries for 30.5.09 . . . . .
So apparently I'm going to a sushi party in Georgetown with Kelsey and her brother. Um? Um?
Well, blogreaders, it seems right and proper that I actually blog while in DC. And I am in DC. Our AU room already feels a little bit homey. It has three desks and three closets and three beds - it is, yea verily, a triple, but with only two people in it for most of the summer. But in a week, there will be a Frank, and at the end of the summer there will be a Maddy.
I am tired. Today has been a Day, if ever there has been one.
. . . . . entries for 21.5.09 . . . . .
Somehow it got to be late. :P Hm. Better go shower soon; I have an ambiguously timed Dinner Date with two Mr. Ferraros.
Okay, well, there is turmoil in my home. And I am home. The nature of the turmoil will remain mysterious because it is largely a Family Thing. But suffice it to say that it has all of us scared and angry and sad.
Summer here is lovely, but I am shipping off to alternately miserably hot and frigidly air-conditioned D.C. in about a week. I wish I could stay longer. For lots of reasons.
. . . . . entries for 18.5.09 . . . . .
WHOA the Star Trek movie was awesome. Kinda glad I don't know the fandom well enough to be uncomfortable with some of the alternative reality twists though. :P For instance: a certain unorthodox pairing was SO ADORABLE. D'aww.
also WHOA I have a lot of packing to do.
I think I have at least three friends who want turntables, all for pretty different reasons. :P
Turntables are more interesting than psych stats, unfortunately.
. . . . . entries for 16.5.09 . . . . .
Ting's African American Studies prof literally wrote the book on Jeff Buckley, so my interest in him has sort of been reinvigorated though her. I am listening to Lover, You Should Have Come Over. Holy cow, what a song.
"My body turns
and yearns
for a sleep that won't
ever come -
it's never over -
my kingdom for
a kiss upon
the shoulder . . ."
It's terribly overwrought, but I think it's allowed.
I have so much to do it's ridiculous. And I'm grumpy because I missed Niskaday with Niskadorks today. Oh well . . .
"And sometimes a man must awake
and find, really,
he has no one -
oh, so I'll wait for you
and I'll burn -
will I ever see your
sweet return?
oh, will I ever learn -
oh, lover,
you should have come over,
'cause it's not too late."
Man, Kelsey and I are talking about where we'd want to raise kids. What a weird line of thought. I guess my main criteria are some relatively unspoiled wilderness where my kids could go to camp or just romp around or whatever, pretty good schools, and a relative lack of big-box American consumerist ethic. Like, Old Nisky would be great. Actual houses, not McMansions.
When I said that to Kelsey, she prickled a little, because she's always lived in houses like that. Strange socioeconomic tensions we have in this room. :P I guess she's right, though. I just associate a warm neighborhood feeling with those old-ish little houses, not with great big aluminum siding-covered things. I could live with big houses if the community glue were there . . . but I'd still prefer little houses.
And lots of trees. Big, old ones.
Conclusion: Northeast or Northwest, probably Northeast since I've, you know, lived there forever. I'd be okay with sticking around in Nisky, if I had something to be doing there other than looking after wee Sherman-whatevers. I do not know what that something would be, but then, I have no idea about anything of that nature yet.
I guess I should also throw in "not totally out in the boonies." Like, I would not want to land as a faculty member in Middlebury and raise kids there. What a weird place to grow up.
But: ideal scenarios only. Who knows if such things will apply to my life.
You know what does apply to my life? Two more finals and this take-home. What the hell. I wish willing school to be over were enough to finish all this work, pack up, and go.
. . . . . entries for 11.5.09 . . . . .
Dear President Obama,
Please straighten out our party on the Farm Bill before the next one rolls around.
Thanks,
me
. . . . . entries for 10.5.09 . . . . .
I totally forget how conducive music is to my sanity sometimes.
It's down to the sleepless days, I'm guessing.
. . . . . entries for 6.5.09 . . . . .
O my blogosphere, my key has poofed. It must be in the room somewhere - between the time I last used it and the time I realized it was gone, I was just in the room - but I have looked everywhere I can think it might be. No dice. No key.
Also, my legs hurt. I do not know why; I woke up with them like this, and ate a banana, thinking potassium cramps. No dice. Still hurty.
Grr.
. . . . . entries for 5.5.09 . . . . .
I LOVE DRESDEN CODAK. ESPECIALLY TINY CARL JUNG.
Also I guess I should be working on things, since over 40% of my semester GPA will be determined in the next two weeks.
And I reiterate: I am lame, I am lame, I am bad at this game. It is my finals-time personal mantra.
But seriously. This paper feels so pointless.
. . . . . entries for 3.5.09 . . . . .
Ladies and gentlemen, the games have begun, and as of yet I have been a poor contender. Let's see if I do any better tomorrow.
come home?
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{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
[shannon]
close and far
{frank}
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eating knowledge
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my dm
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[olga]
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[messiah dan]
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{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
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