Valentine's Day
"The teams are boys versus girls, and I'm androgynous." -Cora, 02/02/2008
So I've been reading this book lately called Against Love (a Polemic) by a woman named Laura Kipnis. The thesis is basically "Adultery: don't fight it". She makes some good arguments about certain subtheses, but the book contains much that is repetitive and a fair bit of "look at me, I'm saying something outrageous, wah, wah, don't look over there" as an attempt to hide holes in the logic. But, hey, it's a polemic, it doesn't have to cover multiple facets of an issue. It's been tolerably enjoyable reading.
Until today. I'm almost done with Kipnis's book, but I'm also reading Nietsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Now, usually there's no problem when I read more than one book at once, but usually I'm only ever reading one non-fictional, essay/diatribe/treatise-type at most amongst a number of novels or epics. This is probably my first time trying to digest two ethical texts at once, and I've come across a problem: Nietsche, in about five paragraphs, neatly argued what Kipnis has spent about two hundred pages on. Well, the more worthwhile parts, anyway. So what now? How do I finish the last chapter of this book when I know that even after suffering a translation to English, Nietsche has probably said anything worth attending to better and faster that Kipnis will?
How irritating. I only hope I don't come across the same problem with Klosterman, since I plan to resume Fargo Rock City as soon as I finish (or give up on) this book.
And finally, I wish to assure any concerned parties that this subject was not chosen with the date in mind; it's just that I happened to read that passage of Zarathustra this afternoon. The quote, I must confess, was selected with knowledge of both occasion and subject. Couldn't resist.
The Saturday after Ash Wednesday
Remember that time I dreamed I was running for president? No? Well I do. I went door to door handing out cigarettes. Well, I don't really remember hiring him, but I just dreamed that my campaign manager got back to me with some sweet campaign materials. There were individually-wrapped cigarettes with my name and platform printed on them, and the same thing with gum for the non-smokers. There were also some real hep T-shirts. The sight of it made me want to actually run for office, I tell ya.
Hourly Comics Day
"You also have the privilege of licking ice cream off a baby." -Christian!, 01/30/2008
So I wanted to learn to draw before Hourly Comic Day. Well, that may not have happened, but I'm going to try it anyway. Next step: try not to get fired for doodling on the job.
Possible methods: Don't doodle on the job.
Saturday
My knee was bothering me a little last night when I left for the Critical Mass. After six miles, it wasn't too bad, probably because I stopped partway along to buy a bike seat post, which enabled me to sit down while pedaling. After three and a half hours of dancing and otherwise rocking out to the Polkaholics (who may well be the best bar band I've ever seen -they made me wonder why I ever stop listening to polka long enough to listen to anything else), I was conscious of it, but not feeling like it was in bad shape. I did leave early -that is, during the fourth of four consecutive sets- but because I felt as though I was falling asleep on my feet and knew I wanted to bike home. After riding the six miles home, I was probably treating the knee a little gingerly, but too tired to really make note of it. After getting fourteen hours of sleep, I am trying to do laundry, and I wince with every stair on my way to and from the basement.
But hey, "Jolly James" Wallace told me I was the best dancer in the bar. And unlike usual, I had some competition.
Thursday
I broke a tiny bottle today. That's not a metaphor, it actually happened. No idea how I managed to break a fairly thick-walled, inch-long bottle on a thickly carpeted floor, but there you have it.
You know, I had my favorite actresses all picked out. I thought I was too old to be having new celebrity crushes. But I gotta say, even Christina Ricci, this Mary-Louise Parker is giving her a run for her money. That thing she does with her eyes.... man. So hot.
So hot.
a short time later
I suspect that I am in a heightened emotional state.
Alternate explanations: Full of chymicals?
Second Sunday after Epiphany
AGH HATE DIURNAL SCHEDULE.
I (barely) managed to dodge two new life goals this weekend, but now I think I may have to move to Alaska, or some other place where I can literally live in constant darkness. I work during the day, and even if I didn't, classes are all during the day and OH MY STARS do I hate being awake during the day and asleep at night, especially being awake during the hours between seven and fourteen, especially during the winter ESPECIALLY if I find myself needing to walk, drive, or cycle southward BECAUSE accursed sunlight augh augh augh HATE. And I do travel south every weekday this winter at approximately ten-twenty AND I HATE IT.
I will live in the frozen north and I will not care about having to use a satellite Internet connection or how much it costs to heat my domicile or that no one will ever want to visit me. Actually, I would care that no one would ever want to visit me, but no one visits me living in a major metropolis smack in the center of the nation, so I think I could deal.
At least I'm learning to draw. And I patched those pants. And there's bread on the counter to savagely devour for breakfast. Truly, I am blessed. Just also, you know, really annoyed right now also.
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