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Monday, January 31, 2005

Last Post Of January

I did it! I blog for a month and still

-held down a semi-fulltime job,
-raised 3 imaginary, yet energetic coyotees,
-graded _some_ papers, taught a few classes
-hung out at the gym,
-cooked a few pleasant meals,
-chatted with friends,
-watched a couple flicks,
-went "out,"
-showered,
-slept,
-payed bills,
-planned x,y,z, (?)

wow . . . ok, I didn't do much this month . . .
but do I ever in January?

Cheers everyone & Happy February!!

What the--?? Abbreviations

So, I've noticed that people are using 3 initials to talk
about relationships in their lives . . .

I just posted an email where I had to change names, but in my mind,
while I was pounding out the initials, I was thinking
"Rob (the) F***ing B***tard." RFB. Then they all became FBs.


Funny, anyone else doing that?

I Really Don't Mind If You Do

Is it just me, or does it seem/feel a bit tacky to

read someone's blog

and then simply comment:

"nice blog, thanks for visiting my blog."

It's like someone chickensh*ting in your soup just to mark their territory.

Lovely Non-Academic Spaces

99 papers to grade on the wall

99 papers to grade

you take one down

you flunk it around

98 papers to grade on the wall.


At the gym I met the patriarch today--pure embodiment, baby! An ancient HS English teacher, who carried around his MA in his wallet, stopped to tell me that he too was an English teacher (I took papers to grade in the atrium) in '54 . . . and cursed those damn miss-spellers (freaks!). All about _Grapes of Wrath_, _Lord of the Flies_, and _Animal Farm_. Took time to stop and tell me about those "black students who used words like 'onliest.'" I couldn't interrupt his ugly racist blah-blah because, as you see, in his mind I wasn't really standing there at all . . . just a dis-embodied pair of ears, a receptical for his trash . . .

Why do I feel sorry for that shit?? I know the answer: culturalized accomodation feelings baby! Blast!

Anger
Despair
Hopelessness
Laughing
Bitter
Angry
Dizzy
Unfocused

tired. I have a body full of potential, but I'm not physically seeing the world--yes, the whole entire World, Sudan, Netherlands, Argentina, change in my life time . . .

Sunday, January 30, 2005

I Can be Cool

For the 6th B-day,
I imagine I would make a Fire-Ball B-day
since they all like dragons so much.

Among other things, I would take 300 sheets of paper,
red, orange, yellow,
wad them up
and put them in baskets around the house.

Then we would all chase eachother screaming, "FireBall!"
and plastering one another
with the paper wads . . .

Skull Face

In the RR at work, when I wash my hands, I check the mirror quickly for food between my teeth (I have one slightly turned canine that always gets me everytime).

Lately, my grimace disturbs me. Showing all my teeth like that.

I twist my features, bug out my eyes, and snarl the moost hideous skull-face you could ever imagine.

Then I rip off a paper towel and go back to teaching.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

Anyone?

My first was "George"--I remember some Bugs Bunny Cartoon where that big white yeti-thing would catch bug and say, "I will hug him and squeeze him and love him and rub him, and call him geooooorge."

Sound familiar?

Gender in Cyberspace

My students in WS100 all denied ever using the internet to:

1. Blog (what is blogging??)
2. Date or play dating services things / or chat online
3. Play games (what's EverQuest? a MUD?)
or
4. Use BlackBoard to get their assignments

Very hard to get a conversation started on those terms. How do we conceptualize gender in cyberspace if we pretend to never use it? I thought most people were over "geeky-ness."


Microwave Blues

The microwave is still out in the smidget of snow left on our curb.
So is our neighbor's.

It's beginning to snow again, so I hope it gets covered up.

Icey Roads

I'm becoming too risky, too sloppy in my driving: driving through high water, speeding through accumulated snow, and slicing through "black ice" at night.

A 56 mile commute for 5 years will do that to you.

But no worries, when I went through the high water, for example, I rolled down my window and unbuckled my seat belt. You know, in case I got swept away in the rapids--I could kick myself out of the plunging death.

Time is Running Out

So I went out tonight--yes, I do get out.
But, it's 10:38 so I guess I don't have to much to brag about.

The thing is, I got offered a job at the writing center at the U where I teach . . . and all of my collegues spent part of their evening urging me to continue on with a PhD program. I have great standing with the U where I teach (for example the WS department came to me and asked if I'd teach, even though I don't hold a certificate in that dept.); the Graduate Chair loves me (she is wonderful and loves everyone, really) and one of my most beloved mentors is likely to take the Chair of the Department this fall . . . so, I'm in (likely enough).

Time is ticking . . .

But do I really want to spend another 4-6 years in this area? with these great people? sooner or later, they will discover my utter uselessness--how I'm such a fake. My brain fog. How little I really know. Among other things . . .

And what about those imaginary children?? Sure they would have a great dad who takes care of business, but wouldn't they need a full time mother? admittedly, >gasp<, my area of study makes me rather angry toward my man-of-a-partner. I mean, it's like we are on two different worlds . . .

Could I really go back to studing like that?

And then the job market--yuk.

Don't want to miss the boat, but what if another is on its way?

btw--the Mexican food was fab.

Friday, January 28, 2005

From the CDC

Stats from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention:

Legal Abortions in the US between the ages of 19 and older


1973 615,831
1990 1.4 million (the peak)
2001 853,485

Alaska, California, New Hampshire did not report 1998-2001.

Chest Pain

Ha! Can you believe I have chest pain?? Chest pain.
For a couple days now. Must be stress. Must be stomach whatever.
I'm such a hypocondriac.

Then again, sometimes I wish I had affordable health insurance.

Why Wouldn't They?

Have you been reading about all the scouting going on for 9-year old athletics? First soccer, then football . . . and why wouldn't they? Looking for a protegee worth millions . . .

Of course, all the soccer moms and dads out there will have to buy into the hype even more----maybe our economy will go up a couple points?

Speaking of Stupid

Well, that's answers my questions about
what not to wear to work:

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/nm/20050128/pl_nm/holocaust_cheney_dress_dc

Still not savy enough to make it easy . . .

My Life as a Failure

Good thing those twins are just imaginary, because on Wednesday I would have forgotten to go to Twin A's Kindergarten Breakfast Club in honor of his "Champ Behavior." Yeah, after I had went to Twin B's last month . . . But he would have been great; smiling; he'd have said: "Yeah, I wasn't there either!"

Then this morning, just 2 days afterward, I probably would have forgotten to put a juice box in his lunch; when he asked about it, I probably would have rushed him out of the car saying something like, "Well, you'll have to drink water today."

Not ready for children yet . . .


Driving in the car I remember going out to the barn after to school to see Pepper and Piper, two pigeons my dad had saved from an abandoned nest in a chilly spring. That afternoon they weren't there.

Dad sat at the kitchen table, staring out a window, smoking. "Where's Pepper and Piper?" I asked.

"There dead, [my name]. You didn't feed them."

Jumpcut to me laying on a pink homemade afgan, postrate on my bed, sobbing. Alone.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

I Think I am Going to be Sick

Can't really type now, but this feels sickenly urgent:

http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/afp/20050126/wl_mideast_afp/iranusisraelattack


With all the steam everyone's blown off today (read your political news) and the elections on Sunday,
I really don't feel so well.

A looming doom hangs over me tonight . . .

A New, Terrifying CNN Post

SAN FRANCISCO, California (AP) -- City officials are considering a proposal to slap a 17-cent surcharge on paper or plastic shopping bags, a debate sure to be watched as a bellwether for other communities.

While no other U.S. city imposes a shopping bag tax, such a strategy has been successfully employed in the nations of Ireland, South Africa, Bangladesh, Australia and Taiwan

An Email Excerpt

To My Friends Who Know Me, I Wrote:

Classes are going wonderfully--well, until I made the Short Essay Exam from h**l--how on earth will I grade all of these???? I spent 5 1/2 straight hours grading yesterday and just made it through the 1st 1/4 of one class!! No s**t. I am DOOMed, I tell ya.

Finally rented _Eternal Sunshine_ --what a doobie flick. I mean really. Not at all what I expected. Even though, yes, I cried at the end--b/c it was a bit 'real' relationship wise. But come on! Why would he leave the tape playing at the end???? S**t! Slap him in a crate too!

So, we were talking about Michael Jackson in WS (plastic surgery sequence) and this idiot finds himself in a comfortable spot (spacially he's in the middle of the room w/ a bunch of other white guys and young women) and he jacks off: "Yeah, I'm more black than him." F! I thought the black guy in the back of the room (I have two in the back who think their gan'stas, mouthing rap songs while I teach) was going to take him out. I probably would have helped.
How big of a moron do you have to be?? Knocked off guard, I spat back: "Define 'black." Everyone shut up, so I don't know, I don't know. Watching Spike Lee's _Bamboozled_ in my 152--not that it'll help my WS.

Want to hear some real funny sh*t? I did Irigaray AND Mulvey in one day--off to get moron of the year award--funny sh8t, eh?

I gotta go; I just don't want to grade.


Last spring, while in DC, I stopped and asked this woman a question, then took her picture (part of a project I was doing). What do you think was the question I asked? Posted by Hello

You Know You Haven't Listened

to music in a while when _Smash Mouth_ suddenly becomes so prolific . . .

The Guy at the Gym

First time I've been back to the gym today since the "incident."
The guy was polite, sure.
But he wears those jingle-jangle wrist thingys to let people know when he is behind them I guess (what a PC thing to do), and everytime I heard those bells coming up behind me, my hips started jerking weird b/c I thought he was watching my butt . . .

Needless to say, I got a good workout today running from those D* bells . . .
So, I'm not going to call them "jingle-jangle wrist thingys" any more; I will call them "butt-watcher-alerters" in the future.

About the Dashboard

Don't you think this blogging service is playing us?

I mean, everytime I check out the dashboard I see that spot that says
something like: And Here Are Some Blogs We've Recently Noticed.

I feel like a puppy dog jumping for the ScoobySnack.

Microwave, I Blog You

Now that the snow is beginning to melt, I've made an acute discovery
which I believe just may shine a bit of light on our trash service:

Yes, it's true--the very same week we buy a new microwave and throw it out in the trash, lo' and behold OUR NEIGHBORS HAVE COMMITTED THE EXACT, VERY SAME CRIME.

Do I know my neighbors? No. Did they ruin MY chance at getting my microwave taken away? Yes.

How weird is that?

xoxoxox

I gotta go!!

Quit tempting me!

The Lamest Tooth Fairy in the World

So, if I have imaginary twin sons,
why not have an imaginary 12-year-old daughter who just lost her last tooth?

I imagine: She lost her last tooth and it's the 2nd night of the fairy's no-show.
I woke up this morning, rushed into the kitchen w/ a SpongeBob song in my head:

"Hey you." Hugs and kisses for sure--I wouldn't be *that* wretched.
"The tooth fairy called me on my cell phone last night on my way home from work;
she said there's been a fire in tooth fairy land.

A bomb burned down the whole town (know the song??).
But she promises on the pain of death to visit you tonight."

My daughter would be so cool that she would just giggle.

Everything's Old

I was going to write this blog about how
even blogging feels old and tiresome--
there's just nothing *new* anymore . . .

Then blue2go commented on one of my blogs,
and now I feel all connected-happy sh**.


b.t.w. I totally screwed myself with that test!
I've never seen so much to grade in all of my living life!
I may just give them all As . . . or all Fs (but that is even more work
w/ all the whining)

gotta go--

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

No Tests!

I'm sitting here, ready to give my first exam.
No kidding.
I've only assigned papers the past 2 1/2 years.

I think I've made it too tough--
I feel as nervous as they probably do!

Can't write--too distracted---more later.

Monday, January 24, 2005


We need some color; how I long for spring . . . Posted by Hello

Sucky City Trash

Why wouldn't my trash service take my old microwave?
Was it too dirty?

My city is cutting back on all types of services--
where to go?


Every once in a while, I catch little glimps in my mind of what could have been . . . what my life may have been like with little elven monkeys . . . Posted by Hello

What a Metaphor

I wasn't suppose to eat the grapes from the vine outside of our house, especially that first summer. But I couldn't help myself, just like my father couldn't help himself in "testing" the grapes in the supermarket when we went to town.

So I picked the plumpest one and popped it into my mouth. I had long learned the art of savoring food not often given. Even though I couldn't taste beyound the skin of the grape, I held it in my mouth and rolled it around as long as I could. No one was watching; no one knew.

With my back teeth, I finally punctured a hole in the skin and began to suck out the green "meat" of the grape. When I finally got down to the seed, my tongue felt something strange . . . something tight and coiled . . .

I quickly spat it out in the grass, in front of everyone, and saw the grey worm wrapped around the heart of the fruit.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Why oh Why

would Tom Cruise be cast in _War of the Worlds_?

Great--Did I Absorb Any Bad Energy?

It's been about 5 years since we've seen Chitzen-Itza:

CNN POSTS:
New findings change thinking on human sacrifices
Archaeologists: Practice often involved children, brutal methods
Sunday, January 23, 2005 Posted: 5:07 PM EST (2207 GMT)
MEXICO CITY (AP) -- It has long been a matter of contention: Was the Aztec and Mayan practice of human sacrifice as widespread and horrifying as the history books say? Or did the Spanish conquerors overstate it to make the Indians look primitive?

Apparently the conquerors had some info right.
And just think, I stood outside one of the tallest
temples there the day before the spring equinox . . .

Not that I'm anywhere near an anthropologist or, ha, even an ethnographer, but I can never imagine cannabalism as anything but, well, wrong--

Something My Partner Would Do

$1 million treasure hunt hidden in pages of fairy tale
Saturday, January 22, 2005 Posted: 7:57 AM EST (1257 GMT)

Michael Stadther, author of "A Treasure's Trove," poses with one of the illustrations from his book.

GO MICHAEL! The gems sound marvelous: the story intriguing.

NEW YORK (AP) -- There's an unclaimed $1 million out there -- somewhere.

Why are we blogging??

To Come Out, Or Not to Come Out

I have a friend who is doing graduate work at Cambridge in the UK. She writes HTML; in fact, she is the person responsible for introducing me to this site.

Yet, I have never given her my addy. Muuhahahahahaha.

But now that I have a bit of fiction up, pics of chickens and everything, I kind of want her to see it . . . How do I get her to pinkie swear across the Atlantic?

Then my students will find out . . . my stupid colleagues (as is, I don't have to hide the irony of my terrible spelling) . . . my aquaintances with whom I always feel uncomfortable . . . my 6th grade Sunday School teacher (which scares me the most). . .

What if I ever get the nerve up to admit something horrid in print--

Why does blogging have to be this way?

Weta Workshop

We got a new microwave--now no one has to clean the old one.

Pompus Pr***s--have you seen all those other blogs by professors at the other State Us? Why they got to be like that? Why they got to be all stroking even in cyberspace?
I couldn't imagine being all about me & my brain 24/7--then again, I'm on the dark side of tenure track, baby. Ain't never going to see that sh**. Jealous--intimidated. Sure. Can't even work up the courage to comment on their boring blogs--what would 67 year-old-white-guy-history-prof think of mojo? Why must I care?? Thought I was going to be like a, like a shadow--yeah, a shadow blogger--mix'en it up. Crossing boundaries. And those UK blogs--I so want to terrorize them. Leave squirrley parts everywhere. Make them think twice about posting their latest visits and photo ops at the Aegean Sea or Haikou. B*st*rds.

Does cyberspace simply replicate the hierarchy of the natural world?

Did I ever mention that I was two degrees from a woman whose mate works for Peter Jackson @Weta? Apparently he switched from Skywalker ranch to New Zealand to work on the LOTR about 3 years ago. She gave up her graduate studies, followed a dance troup down that way, and works on CGI projects such as a couple fire sequences in The Two Towers, Will Smith's face in I Robot (a very sh***y film), and now King Kong's hands . . . I saw some work on Shelob before it came out--

It's a dream--living in New Zealand & working with Weta. For a Christmas bonus, Jackson's Co. gave them 2 round trip tickets to anywhere in the world--Bet they don't have time to blog.

But what will they leave the world? King Kong, sure.
But I leave this blog--a record of ________ life, right here, right from the brain power of two glazed donuts and a shot of vodka. Happy Wednesday.








I know how to catch chickens: you grab them with their wings pressed against their bodies. They feel good to hold. Posted by Hello


He's not really Squirrley enough. Posted by Hello


No one was hurt . . . Posted by Hello


Yeah, we like rocks too. Posted by Hello


He's not being crushed, but he is dead. This wan not the Lemoney we were looking for--oh! not dead in this pic! Simply passed away a couple months ago. Does he look hungry? Posted by Hello


Who lives in a forest under a tree? Posted by Hello

Bamboozeled

Da**! Spike Lee got me on this one. Sh** why do I get myself into such messes?? When will I ever learn to PRE-view the films I select for my classes??

I have not done the work in my 152 to introduce this sh**.
You'd think after _Monster's Ball_ I'd learn (one friend asked why I showed soft porn to my freshmen) . . .

How am I going to pull this off? How to make this a teaching moment?
I can--but it's so much work.

They're Not Mine

Yeah, that last post was a good one-ha!
Me with kids.

Only the ones in mind mind.

No, I'm definately what TIME might call a frisky Twixter, or a KIPPER (UK) for sure.

Saturday, January 22, 2005

Duck Hunt

So, while I was off at work on Thursday evening, my partner rumages around the basement in his game room and finds an old Nintendo.

He brings it upstairs, along with a box of old games, and turns it over to the boyz. Twin five-year-olds, going on six by the way.

Next morning, caught in the "blizzard," stranded at home with the monkeys, guess who I find running through the house shooting at eachother??!!

"Stop that at once!" I yell, spitting out my rehersed diatribe of politically correct statements bored into my head for the past, say, eight years: "We don't shoot people. You can't shoot people. Not even pretend to. How can you do that when soldiers are in Iraq right now? Dying even? War is terrible. Guns are only good for shooting ducks [I had recognized the orange plastic culprit by this point]. Yes, shooting ducks when you are hungry. And there is nothing else left to eat. If you have to hunt. So stop it, right now."

A few minutes later, Twin A chases Twin B down the hall while Twin B shouts, "I'm a duck! I'm a duck!"

Leeches and Whiskey

Most ingenious idea.

But can leeches and whiskey cure a yeast infection?

I'm Wearing Jeans Now

No--I didn't wear the jeans. Simply not up for that yet. Besides, we were talking about the dangers of women buying into the marketing of beautiful women--especially plastic surgery--VAGINAL plastic surgery, (which is hot on the market??) . . . So I couldn't risk looking sloppy for that conversation--even at the risk of being a hypocrit.

Hey, I point out the patriarchy; I can't deny that I am caught up in it's machinery.

Bit of Fiction for the Snow

“Have you noticed all of the Gideons scattered in the hallways and corners? The little green one’s are everywhere.” The next sip of coffee was a bit bitter, the best heat of it slowly evaporating. “I think the covers change colors each year, so that means these have been here for a couple of years. Two years.” I paused. “No one will throw them away.” My palms cupped the clay mug, trying to keep the coffee hot. I don’t know why we hang out here. Even if the coffee loses its heat too quickly, the place itself feels musty, humid. Crowed. Students with their laptops hunch beneath florescent green lamps, scarfs unwrapped, draping over high back chairs and trailing the floor. The walls of this shop are covered in cheap paneling, the floors in _____ ______, designed to look like the insides of an oak.

Locals exhibit their acrylics on the walls, with brief statements of purpose posted awkwardly beside the art in fonts like tradewinds or lithograph. In one particular piece I see a brown woman with seaweed for hair floating by. Her waist is off space so that I cannot fully discern if she is a mermaid or not. I can only guess by the way she holds her flower, the way the flower waves to me as if it too is underwater.

Who is with me? Nina from the Santa Marina. Nina with her wispy blonde hair brushing over her left eye. I once called her a tiger and she blushed. Because that is indeed how she also sees herself. She sits down her Mandarin Tea and precedes to tell me about the costume she wore at the faculties’ party last month. Has it really been so long since we’ve talked?
“I wrapped the box in aluminum foil, attached a handle, and carried it at my side. Wasn’t that fabulous? Sylvia–with hair curlers and all. You know, the oven.”
“I thought she overdosed?” I felt so stupid; I should have known this one for sure.
“Well, she did a couple of times, but finally she just stuck her head in an oven.”
Ariel. I see now. She surrounds us in culture.
“Did everyone get it?”
“Hell yeah, I told them what I was going to be before I did it. So yeah, they knew.”
I wouldn’t have.

I bring the clay mug with its wide brim back up to my face and the steam is finally gone. I’m in such an Elliot mood today that I have expect to see his cat roll, smoke around the mahogany legs of tables, chairs, and people which are all fused together this hour. I looked at the floor. Someday I’ll learn the language of tree bark. Cherry, birch, and elm. Soft woods. Vanishing. Skin. But not today, not today.
“Have you ever been boxing?” I ask without looking.
“Boxing? who?” Nina looks at her watch and fidgets with the saucer, a napkin, and a spoon.
“You have class now?”
“Yes, with Charlotte Crown, the transnationalist. Ever have her? She’s fabulous. All about boundaries, mirrors of the self, and the search for home. You should talk to her–anyway, I’ve got to run. Next week at four? Email me.”
I nod as she gathers herself up, walks past with a squeeze to my shoulder. The brown woman catches my line of sight with my last sip. She has put her flower into her hair.

What Makes for a Blizzard?

For those who want to know:

"The United States National Weather Service defines a blizzard as a storm with winds of 35 miles per hour or higher and enough falling or blowing snow to reduce visibility to less than a quarter mile for at least three hours."

Friday, January 21, 2005

You *Will* be Famous

Bolg the Blogging Bloggers, you Blogging Blogger!



Right. Built my new folder.
Consists of those who have blogged on my blogging blog.
Will visit you frequently.
Will click on your ads (if you have any).

Must refortify this blogging community--it's "us" against "them".
Those "others"!

Pimping Picasso

Just in from AP NEWS:

[By DONNA GORDON BLANKINSHIP, Associated Press Writer

SEATTLE - Costco shoppers were offered an online deal this month — an original Picasso.
The crayon-on-paper drawing of a face signed and dated by Pablo Picasso was listed for $39,999.99 on the retailer's Web site Jan. 12. It sold Wednesday, said Jim Sinegal, Costco's chief executive, who would not identify the buyer.
The Issaquah-based discount retailing giant may be better known for bulk chicken and cases of soda, but the Costco.com site features an eclectic mix of items, from caskets to computers to sports equipment. ]

But where did Costco obtain this art work??

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Glad I Wasn't There

Why does the inauguration of Bush and the remembrance of the 60 year Auschwitz share the same headlines??

I feel very uneasy . . . very uneasy.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

More Mum's Advise

Just in from my email:


[What time Saturday? Just heard on tv about a new virus in children. I thing they called it corona disease. It has running noses, cough, temp and shortness of breath. They are telling everyone with children to take them to the doctor if you think they have a cold. This virus can cause heart disease. Love Mom]


At 65.00+ a pop, I imagine "THEY" are telling everyone to rush to the doctor . . .
what would we do without the Incredible Medic Machine??

Where's my America? Why must we live in constant FEAR?????

I Will Get Back to You

Nothing new to post really;
just feeling a bit guilty about not responding to
all those swell people out there
who have actually given me a fraction of their lives
in comments to my post . . .

But, I also have 80+ students turning in journals,
portfolios, and microthemes
who are paying me to be attentive---not that I am, indeed, a whore as Jay puts it.

One student is plagerizing on _Memento_ and I wish I could catch this person.
So ridiculous! I've never been so angry about it before?
More on this subject later---

must live and work my non-diegetic life right now--

what's that smell in my kitchen??
no wonder I have a mouse . . .

Monday, January 17, 2005

Don't Ignore Me!

I just can't believe no one
in the _world_
replied to "The Lizzard Show"!

when it was such a desperate cry for attention
& so ironically dismissed by those I email with . . .

won't anyone talk lizzard?!

But What Should I Wear?

I am seriously contemplating wearing jeans tomorrow.
I just don't feel well, perhaps emotionally,
and I have worn all of my "winter" dress clothes into weariness . . .

It's a pickle, because I firmly believe that teaching is all *performance* (more on that later if you are interested).
Not to get into too much of the theory, mainly b/c I haven't read much of it in a while, but I just want my attire to state that I am professional in my work environment.
Professional and serious.

It's also a way to code/signify the illusion of a mock heirarchy of power between my students and myself; if I dress well, they must accept my authority. Yyyyeeeet, on the otherhand, I always try to de-center my authority in order for my students to take themselves as scholars a bit more seriously (I should write more here, but why bore?)--

Clothing is such a visual code--inescapable really--that it does require some thought. If I wear black again, they may call in a therapist . . .

Why do I loathe shopping? (Oh yes, $$$ issues again, how dull.)

What identity to you try to perform/portray in your clothing? Why?

This Can't be Real

WASHINGTON (CNN) -- :


The Bush administration has been carrying out secret reconnaissance missions to learn about nuclear, chemical and missile sites in Iran in preparation for possible airstrikes there, journalist Seymour Hersh said Sunday.

The effort has been under way at least since last summer, Hersh said on CNN's "Late Edition."

In an interview on the same program, White House Communications Director Dan Bartlett said the story was "riddled with inaccuracies."

"I don't believe that some of the conclusions he's drawing are based on fact," Bartlett said.

Iran has refused to dismantle its nuclear program, which it insists is legal and is intended solely for civilian purposes. (Full story)

Hersh said U.S. officials were involved in "extensive planning" for a possible attack -- "much more than we know."

"The goal is to identify and isolate three dozen, and perhaps more, such targets that could be destroyed by precision strikes and short-term commando raids," he wrote in "The New Yorker" magazine, which published his article in editions that will be on newsstands Monday.

Hersh is a veteran journalist who was the first to write about many details of the abuses of prisoners Abu Ghraib in Baghdad.

He said his information on Iran came from "inside" sources who divulged it in the hope that publicity would force the administration to reconsider.

"I think that's one of the reasons some of the people on the inside talk to me," he said.

Hersh said the government did not answer his request for a response before the story's publication, and that his sources include people in government whose information has been reliable in the past.

Hersh said Bush, Vice President Dick Cheney and Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld view Bush's re-election as "a mandate to continue the war on terrorism," despite problems with the U.S.-led war in Iraq.

Last week, the effort to find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq -- the Bush administration's stated primary rationale for the war -- was halted after having come up empty.

The secret missions in Iran, Hersh said, have been authorized in order to prevent similar embarrassment in the event of military action there. (Full story)

"The planning for Iran is going ahead even though Iraq is a mess," Hersh said. "I think they really think there's a chance to do something in Iran, perhaps by summer, to get the intelligence on the sites."

He added, "The guys on the inside really want to do this."

Hersh identified those inside people as the "neoconservative" civilian leadership in the Pentagon. That includes Rumsfeld, Deputy Defense Secretary Paul Wolfowitz and Undersecretary of Defense Doug Feith -- "the sort of war hawks that we talk about in connection with the war in Iraq."

And he said the preparation goes beyond contingency planning and includes detailed plans for air attacks:

"The next step is Iran. It's definitely there. They're definitely planning ... But they need the intelligence first."

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Interesting Quiz

Check out this site:


http://quizilla.com/users/firelite/quizzes/Which%20literature%20classic%20are%20you%3F/



I am Umberto Eco: The Name of the Rose. You are a mystery novel dealing with theology, especially with catholic vs liberal issues. You search wisdom and knowledge endlessly, feeling that learning is essential in life.


Fits, eh?

Blogging to Distraction

I only have 6 more papers to grade!!!
Then I get to enjoy my weekend!

Wait--it's 4:52 on Sunday afternoon . . .

What happened??
At least I got some serious bloggin done!

Off to eat soup beans, rice, and maybe watch LOTR extended.
Too much snow to go out--but not enough to sled.

What the !?!%@!

So, I see my home town didn't make it to
Marjabelle Young Stewart's
"most mannered cities" or CNN's website--

What the F??!@#!

Lizzard Show

The lizzard show is coming to our area next weekend.
We're looking for a crested gecko.
I keep dropping allusions to the show in emails to my friends.

But no one ever asks.

No one ever says, "Lizzard?! Tell me more--"

No one wants to know how we had 2 geckos for a while, Lemon and Lime,
and that Lime (or was it Lemon?) died about 6 weeks ago . . .
We weren't so good at feeding them,
Only managed to go to the pet store about every 10 days for the crickets.

That cursed petstore again. What a metaphor.

Did you know that crickets can attack back??!
That's why I tell you: don't hold/touch them.

Honestly, I'm a bit ambivalent about the lizzard show.
Trying to pump it up like it's grand.

I'd rather take the cash & eat at the CheeseCake Factory,
shop at WorldMarket, and maybe see a flick--Spanglish even.

I'll be the one to feed it again, I just know it.
But cresteds eat baby food; we can keep that food in stock.

A lizard. What about the d**n mouse under the fridge??!

Old News: Yes, Troy Sucks

My partner is so sweet tonight--
became very upset when Achilles slew Hecter.

Hates it when the "good guys" bite the dust . . .

Saturday, January 15, 2005

Intellectual Film-thinkers Only

So, I'll be lecturing/teaching from
Christopher Nolan's Memento soon;
anyone have something clever to share?

Here's the list of flicks we are using to discuss
rhetorical writing & co.:

Tykwer's Run Lola Run
Kosminsky's White Olenader
Lee's Bamboozled
Petrie's Miss Congeniality
Niccol's Gattaca

Sh**! Did I just give myself away?
Any students who see this has the keys to the universe!




A MUST LINK

Ok--while I am still working on HTML, check out this link:

http://www.squizzle.com/moviemain.asp

I know, I know. You may have to copy and paste.
Deepest apologies to the laziest of people.

HOWEVER, I especially like:

Truth in Advertising
Au Natural
Flintstones Ad
Dragon Illusion
Bush Bloopers
and a couple others I can't find . . .

These short vids speak worlds. Enjoy.
(b.t.w. If this is old hat, like most of my findings are--keep it to yourself.)

Socialized Mojo

If I've been socialized by my education--how
can I ever stopping being so PC??

Because, you now, the PC Backlash is really the new black.

Should I start by going bowling?

No Love in Michigan

This just in from the AP:

DAVISON, Mich. - Oscar on the shelf or not, Michael Moore is not getting much respect at his old high school.

"Would you want him as a role model? Would you want your son or daughter to be like him?" asked Don Hammond, a member of the Hall of Fame selection committee. "I haven't talked to anybody yet who's for him. The word to describe Michael Moore is embarrassing. He embarrasses everybody."


SquirrleyMojo is still out w/the jury on Moore.
Great film maker, excellent editor/spin doctor, mildly provocative . . .

What does it take for the unpopular to EVER gain status at an old HS?
Is it his, ehem, "embodiment"? Academics can sometimes be rather snobbish about visual performance . . .

Friday, January 14, 2005

wHITE gIRLS

Can it be true? The Wayne bros may be on to something; Audre Lorde poses:

“[. . . ] it is easier once again for white women to believe the dangerous fantasy that if you are good enough, pretty enough, sweet enough, quite enough, teach the children to behave, hate the right people, and marry the right men, the you will be allowed to co-exist with the patriarchy in relative peace [. . .].” (Lorde 340)

The women in my WS seem to think so!
Ha! And then men accuse me of being a man-hater . . .

Will I ever get these papers graded??
Should I post a few comments?


Taboos & Mythical Norms

Fine. If I have uninvited guests,
I will take this opportunity to air dirty laundry (which means??):

"Adjunct Professors" at mid-level Universities make about
$535.00 on the credit hour. I am >luckily< teaching 13 credit hours this quarter.
Do the math.

Chase: $661.00
Sears: $1353,68.00 (after 5 years, those bastards)
CitiBank: $110.97
Citi x2: $813.01
Discover: $370.00
Car [2000 Neon]: $4,665.53 /payments of 182.00
Viola Lessons: $156.75
TIME MAG: $11.21
Car Ins: $121.34
Columbia Gas: $94.01
HHGregg: $609.54
AEP: $91.64
House: $500.00
Phone: $138.69
Elder Beerman: $365.47
Dell: $250.52
H2O [Ok, it's Bi-monthly]: $165.83
Visa: $405.25
Borrowed money from Dad: $110+ [I forget]

Oh yeah, student loans: 84,000+ [But I'm ignoring that--It'll go Away]

You talk soft porn, Jay; I talk personal finances.
Same difference.

These Weak Arms Are Heavy

People, real, alive and breathing, may read this blog?!

What a new spin. I'll have to think about that.

What if I get "caught"?
I mean, sure, a space where I can bring all of my "secret"
super identities together--then BAM--someone goes and reads it??

I dunno how comfortable I am with this--
I got sqirmmies up and down my back.

Who the heck is this "Asiam Shabbir"?

Now it's all about her/him . . . .
you know, what does this person want to read/know?
Now I'm out to impress---is it all ruined? RUINED?

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Auras

So I guess running, quite literally, into your local pet store isn't the best place to be when you feel like you are losing your mind or out of control?

Spinning around, watching the clusters of goldfish squirm for space while a hand scrawled sign above them marks their tank "feeders," spying a german sheppard in the back pissing on his own two feet of bedding . . . mirrors in cages reflecting the illusion of

There's this phenomena at my gym--an older guy, at least 70?, who works out like a machine. He's quite. Keeps to himself. The rest of us marvel. Us being myself and about twenty senior citizens. Yes, I work out with the old folks. But they are sweet. And have stories--hidden stories I'd wager.

And use of the gym, as far as walking "the indoor track," walking in circles, is free.

Anyway, this guy, who runs up the handicap ramp while I pace, steps up beside and asks, "Are you ok?"

Now, I don't talk to anyone there. Usually. And he certainly does not. When I watch these older men canter, and sometimes limp, around the gym, I often wonder what might happen if they collaspe . . .

"Yeah. I'm cooling down." I answer, red-faced. I only slowed my pace after 30 minutes--do I look like the one who is about to collaspe?

"I apologize--didn't mean to pry--you just look, well, sad. I'm sorry. I wanted to make sure you were ok."

Make sure you were ok.

Just minutes before, feeling the waxed wood of the gym floors through the soles of my shoes, I looked up and saw the wall straight ahead, littered with a bulletin board and pamphlets on health and fitness, and I imagined my chest, along with all desires, burst into shattered pieces of light and pierce the brick of the gym
Just minutes before

Monday, January 10, 2005

A Female Pariah's Secrets

So, I bustle through daily chores
thinking of all topics I must blog,
must share with the world, only to sit
at this dashboard straining to create a space
where all my fragmented
identities can come together--

what secret parts of the self do you hide? from whom? why?


Sunday, January 09, 2005

Pina Coladas

Yeah, so I've had the privilege of teaching some lowerlevel English and Women's Studies classes at a somewhat large university, and I must say that I will never again ask for an introductory piece of writing on the first day of classes . . . out of the 100 students I have this quarter, in three different sections of study, at least half wrote a description of themselves that could work very well in an online dating column:

"Hi, My name is Megan Sunshine. I am a Sophomore here at U. and I am hoping to study Journalism in the near future. Currently, I enjoy small kittens and horse back rides along the surf . . ."

Don't get me wrong, the guys responses aren't much better--stuffed w/stereotypical liners like: "I may be an engineer, going in for the 'hard' sciences, but I also enjoy writing. Because, as you see, science takes a certain amount of creativity, and I've got the right stuff. I also work on computers in my spare time."

Must I get to know my students?
What are some "secret" pedagogical strategies for circumventing students in general?


Saturday, January 08, 2005

SquirrleyMojo's Blog Blows

You have obviously found this blog in error.

Please return to your net browser
and continue your search for receipes, soft porn, and medical advice.

Lemony Snicket haunts other corridors;
Militants picket beyond this cyber hedge;
and Colin Powell ralphs on CNN's blog just down the hall . . .


Nothing to see.
Move along.