Thursday, September 30, 2004[a cuddle party] would be my own personal hell. No touching! And yet, I think it's a wonderful idea and would love to see it in action sometime... (Via [pmuse].)
>> 8:18 AM
This morning as I stood by the bed naked first thing after getting up, Rob rolled over and said sleepily, "I have to figure out how to wake up to this view every day."
>> 8:04 AM
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
>> 5:25 PM
Tuesday, September 28, 2004[Holy shit!] Fox News in Arizona accused feminist students at a university of encouraging out-of-state students to commit a felony by registering to vote in the state. Thing is, university students actually are allowed to vote in the state where they attend college, whether or not they plan on being long-term residents there.
>> 8:18 PM
>> 8:07 PM
The terrible thing about invisibility is the lengths that we will go to in order to be seen. If spouting racist propaganda and being a tool for the conservatives are worth the right to exist in the monochromatic world of right wing political pandering then I applaud Malkin's effort. She inflames the need to uphold the ideals of equality and fairness, and she puts a new face on hate. I'd be happy to argue with someone who looks a bit like me for a change.I'm not so inclined to think that it's a good thing we've got more visible racists of color against whom we can argue. I'd prefer racists to disappear altogether. But still, an interesting argument to make. What is really troubling is the way multiculturalism is now a possible anti-progressive project rather than being by virtue of a celebration of diversity something that challenges the status quo.
>> 4:12 PM
Monday, September 27, 2004[Jon Carroll]:
Is it important that Republican senators get the death penalty? Perhaps not. But it is important to sow fear and discord among the people, so they will be placid and suggestible. I am doing my duty under the Patriot Act. I call on all Republican senators to turn themselves in and surrender their votes.
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>> 7:50 PM
He just barked at me when I was singing loudly and off-key at him.
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>> 12:15 PM
Sunday, September 26, 2004[Black Cat Crossed Pass]:
The Taiwanese people we know at work were constantly asking him when we were going to have kids, because we are so cute together and would have cute kids. And of course we are getting old by Taiwanese standards.Ha ha. I know only too well. (See previous post.)
>> 7:59 PM
When she first asked, she was like, do you understand what I'm asking? And I said yes, but I should've been like, ummm, why would I want a girlfriend? Don't you know I have a lovely boyfriend? Ha ha. If only.
I'm such a bad grandson, too. She's actually in South Carolina at my cousin's place. But I'm avoiding driving down to visit them even though technically I could make a weekend trip out of it. AUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I may have to reconsider my friend's (joking) offer to get married so that we can get a whole bunch of gifts from family and then have a celibate marriage "apart" with our own boyfriends.
>> 2:41 PM
Look! It's fall! Orange, yellow, and red leaves! Yay!
Fall is definitely my favorite time of year here. And today I noticed some wonderful signs that the season is finally here.
I'm having a late lunch of more vegetables-and-lentil soup with pita bread after returning from the [2004 Carrboro Music Festival] where I saw friends [The Standbys] perform. It was a nice afternoon to be out listening to live music. Lots of people came over to say hello to Giles. It's weird how dogs are one of nature's most effective social lubricants (after alcohol, of course).
>> 2:21 PM
Link o' the day: [States Writes], a directory of states' newspapers and some blogs with color-coded presidential voting expectations.
>> 11:25 AM
Saturday, September 25, 2004
>> 7:17 PM
Right now I'm waiting for my vegetables-and-lentil soup to finish simmering. I'm starved. It's really late for lunch. (I didn't wake up until 11 am, though.)
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>> 2:33 PM
At the water's edge.
Look at his crossed hind legs!
Hiding under the wooden bench.
I can't believe Giles hasn't died from poor care yet.
>> 1:40 PM
Friday, September 24, 2004
Sunset at Jordan Lake.
I took Giles dog for a quick run around a short loop at [Jordan Lake]. It was dark and spooky in the woods at sunset, but we were rewarded with a pleasant view at the lake edge halfway through the loop. Now Giles has settled down a bit and isn't whining pitifully like he was when I first got home. Silly puppy; he'd only been home alone for three hours.
>> 6:51 PM
Zeste | Aug 04, 04 | 12:03 am ET
No soul. Just look at her. No soul whatsoever. And to sell your soul to be a columnist of all things! If she was a rock star, I could understand it. But to be a fucking columnist!
>> 9:36 AM
Thursday, September 23, 2004[George Elliott Clarke] on the differences between African-American and African-Canadian writing. Comparative Canadian-US projects are really interesting because they really reveal the US-centered-ness of much cultural criticism about diasporic communities and identities, especially stuff on race. Clarke's major argument was that African-Canadian writing and "African-Canadian" itself are not at all equivalent to African-American writing and "African-American" for many reasons including the different relationship of Canada to Europe (England and France) as well as its relationship to America.
Giles now has both a stuffed duck and a stuffed frog for play.
>> 9:56 PM
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
[Run by native people, the museum tries to show them as a diverse, vibrant ethnic group, rather than a quaint curiosity of the American past. It is also yet another high-wattage sign that Indian country is in a new era of advancement and hope, even as it continues to be weighed down by poverty, poor education and social and medical ills.]
>> 6:24 AM
Just waking up from having totally passed out on the couch. Rob came home in the meantime, hung out for a bit, played with the dog, and then retired to the bedroom. I must have been grumpy when he tried to wake me up to move to bed. Sigh. I wish I were more "adult" and had my life and time under control. Instead, I'm staying out here at the table continuing with grading.
I dream of a world in which people don't have to work a job (or [four]) to live but one in which people conscientiously spend their lives making it a wonderful, vibrant place in which to live.
>> 3:13 AM
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
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>> 7:57 AM
Monday, September 20, 2004[Bérubé quoting Hall.] I'm of two minds about this argument by cultural studies people that lefties just don't get how incredibly successful righties are able to make of their policies and worldview the common sense understanding of things for the masses. I definitely agree that lefties need more nuanced analyses of why the masses of people agree with policies that really only injure them and help the rich. But I really don't agree with what some cult studs (such as one at my campus, to remain nameless) emphasize -- that righties understand political discourse better than lefties. I think the problem is that in terms of cultural analysis and critique, leftist have generated some of the most interesting and useful theories; unfortunately, right-wing politicians have co-opted and put into practical use those critiques by re-valuing the things that leftists want to devalue.
>> 8:57 PM
This teaching literature thing is both incredibly enervating and incredibly invigorating. Today we discussed Maxine Hong Kingston's Tripmaster Monkey and Herman Melville's Benito Cereno, respectively, in my women's studies and major American authors classes. Discussion in the first class, in the morning, was like trying to run through quicksand. The more I talked and posed questions, the more silent the students got and the more mired in that awkward silence of bad classes we got. Only one student out of the six actively took up my questions and tried to raise her own points about the first chapter of Kingston's novel. It really seemed like the other students hadn't really read or they were remarkably uninterested in what was going on. Kind of surprising, though, given their intense engagements with the other stuff we've read. And in this first chapter, there's a lot of crazy shit, to say the least. I mean, the protagonist Wittman literally goes ape shit -- he acts like a monkey in front of the woman he's alternately trying to impress and trying to "test" to see if she is "real" enough for him. I also thought that having discussed in a previous class meeting the Frank Chin - Maxine Hong Kingston controversy would allow them to see how Kingston is totally poking fun at Chin's masculinist rage and yearning for a heroic authenticity for Chinese Americans. Discussion in the afternoon class wasn't all that exciting, but at least the students began to frame a reading of the story in useful ways -- focusing on the depictions of slaves/savages, reading through the character of Captain Delano, and picking up the trustworthiness of narrative authority. What was exciting was last week's discussion of ["Bartleby"]. Wow did the students have a lot to say. I could recount all the things they said and the remarkable depth in which they analyzed the story. But frankly, I would prefer not to. (Ok, that was lame.)
>> 7:17 PM
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Today, I got this cool "I hate everything" bunny at the vend-a-toy at K-Mart.
>> 2:09 PM
Saturday, September 18, 2004[this beautiful picture] of our goddess the evil one Britney Spears. It's not that I feel upset my photos are being taken without acknowledgement or circulating the web out of my control because I know that putting images on the web means putting it at the mercy of people with web access, but I am annoyed that people are able to draw on my server to load these images repeatedly for their own site. I chose the image of B.S. not for any particularly misogynistic or lascivious reasons but because I thought it would best make the hotlinkers feel dirty and ashamed. Yes, I am vindictive. Given their personal web sites, they seem to be people who would be horrified to be associated with Britney in any way (as admirers, etc.). Grrrr. I'm also going to try to prevent [robots] from crawling my site since I think most of these hotlinkers are finding my images via search engines like wonderfully powerful [Google Image Search].
>> 10:46 PM
I'm in my campus office right now with Giles. Poor puppy. He's totally terrified. I think he doesn't like the cold tile floor and the quietness of the building, devoid of human activity or noises from the world outside. He is being such a good dog now, though, as he always is when he's scared or sick. He isn't biting my hand when I feed him treats. He isn't whining or barking. He isn't jumping on things....
These past few weeks, I've been kind of caught off guard lots of moments with this overwhelming sense of happiness. I don't usually talk of these things for fear of jinxing it all, but isn't that just silly superstition? Is it silly to gush about being in love? And I'm not talking about with my new dog but with my wonderful Rob. It's not that I haven't felt this way all along, but for some reason these past few weeks these moments have felt like sudden realizations, like those moments when you feel that you are falling in love with someone for the first time. Maybe it all has to do with the fact that we are taking care of this dog together, sinking our teeth into that weird emotional morass of family-ness...
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Friday, September 17, 2004[Don't Think of an Elephant!]
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Thursday, September 16, 2004
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Sunday, September 12, 2004
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Thursday, September 09, 2004
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Wednesday, September 08, 2004
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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
>> 8:45 PM
OMG! Look what I got at the store today! Gummy Krabby Patties!!
>> 8:22 PM
>> 7:54 PM
Forgive me for making this spurious connection, but I've just spent two weeks teaching [Whitman's poetry], and now I can't help but think that the interesting conflation of self and text in Whitman's work mirrors the way blogs, more than autobiographical or journal-like, seem to stand in for the author-function.
In particular, I'm thinking about how long-time bloggers often take hiatuses (hiati?), noting that when they return, they will have reorganized their lives, the purpose of their blogs, and the very presentation of their selves on-line. It's more than just simply redesigning a site or coming back after a writing break. There is this claim that the newer version somehow gets at the new person. And of course, there are also those bloggers who reincarnate themselves under new names, at new web sites, for various reasons including a desire for continued anonymity but also for that sense of reinventing themselves.
What is different in this comparison is that Whitman's Leaves of Grass was more of a closed text, even as he constantly added poems and revised old ones. There was a book that he published. That was his Leaves of Grass, and each new edition was somehow linked to his continuing growth as a person and poet. He also had that weird, partially-Transcendentalist vision of the self, soul, and universe that made it easier to claim the coincidence of person and poetry and world in some cosmic perfection.
I guess where I differ from both blogger rebirthers and Whitman is that I don't see my writing or site as being so fixed. It does somehow represent or get at who I am, but that entity -- the me -- is nowhere near stable, constant, or even in equilibrium. Some people think that means I've yet to find myself. I like to think that it means I will be ever-changing, driven by my pasts but never tied to them (or a singular version).
Whatever. I should totally be working on my prospectus now.
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>> 8:12 AM
I wished our doggy liked us at least half as much as he loves everyone else. :(
>> 8:01 AM
Monday, September 06, 2004
Why do people link directly to images on my site on their web pages, especially without any acknowledgement?
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>> 6:41 AM
I've reverted to [General Foods International Coffee] at home rather than doing without any coffee. Can't say it's "real" coffee, but it does the job -- gives me a hot beverage with some coffee-like flavor. Maybe I'll get a coffee maker, one of those single-serve brew kinds, because I'm the only one who drinks coffee here (unless I can get Giles to love it) and try to have only one cup each morning.
Anyways, I'm sitting here with my hazelnut coffee and I'm wondering where the weekend went. I only just barely finished the reading for class this morning about six hours ago before going to sleep. I was so tired I didn't even hear my alarm go off the first two times this morning before I reset it for an hour later. (Rob had to get out of bed to calm Giles down because apparently the dog was growling at the alarm clock's beeping.)
Will today prove to be as unproductive as Saturday and Sunday? Only time will tell...
>> 6:28 AM
Sunday, September 05, 2004
>> 4:51 PM
And am I being cynical or are all these various groups championing youth voting really just undercover target-marketing ploys? Look at [Declare Yourself], for example, (the group my [Christina] is involved with) that has a web site section called "ORDER STUFF."
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>> 9:33 AM
I got to clean up some dog poo this morning. Wasn't that fun? Apparently, he decided to leave us a present at some point last night between when Rob got home and when Rob put him in his crate for the night. The joys of dog ownership.....
Mmmmmm... [Teen, sinister rabbit get second chance]:
"Donnie Darko" may be the Everest of adolescent angst movies. A smart, emotionally troubled suburban teen wrestles with the usual stuff -- identity issues, bullies, well-meaning but clueless parents and various school absurdities -- and a few things considerably stranger. Early in the film he may enter a parallel universe involving events and images loaded with metaphysical and religious overtones, and he may get a chance to save the world.
>> 8:51 AM
Saturday, September 04, 2004
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Friday, September 03, 2004
>> 5:27 PM
My weird-ass dog runs around the apartment,
whining, with his screaming rubber chicken.
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>> 3:54 PM
Thursday, September 02, 2004[Durham Animal Shelter] can't seem to get my last name spelled right. You'd think a monosyllabic last name would be the easiest to copy letter for letter correctly from all the forms I've filled out for them. Sigh.
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>> 10:04 AM
I have gotten some e-mails sent out this morning, ones that I've been sitting on for months. I'm still trying to pin down a date and time for my dissertation prospectus meeting. Eeks. I'm hoping by the end of this month to be done with it all and just writing, writing, writing.
Now I'm off to Elmo's for breakfast!
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>> 8:15 AM
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
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