SquirrleyMojo:

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Saturday, March 31, 2007

WS100--Day Two

My Question: Do we have any Queen Bees in here?

Speaker #1--Mid Section: I don't know if this is being a queen bee, but I have a friend who is trying to get into med school and he made the comment that if he were a black woman, he'd be taken like that [snaps fingers]. That really made me mad because I'm a woman--I would never use that to my advantage [she means that she wants to be taken seriously via her own, personal merits].

Speaker #2--From Back: I totally agree with what she's saying. I mean, I made it--why whine about [your race/gender]?

Speaker #3--In Front: What's a few extra points on your ap? Yes, I'll use it [identify as a black male]--I'm trying to get into law school--I will do whatever it takes to be competitive. To make it happen.

Speaker #2: But that's not fair--

Class Stirs.

Speaker #1: No, because those same people who pull that card will do the same [?] if they don't get the job--

Speaker #3: [Laughs] Yeah--I probably would. [Class is rumbling] Listen, by 2011 blacks won't be the minority anyway--it'll be the Mexicans.

Speaker #2: Yeah, I know. I am Mexican--half Mexican and half [?]--and I still wouldn't use that to my advantage . . .

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Spring Quarter Begins

Is it terribly wrong
to be thinking about
Purple Dragon Margaritas
at 6:38am on Tuesday morning?

Saturday, March 17, 2007

300: Letgo My Igor

Warning: Spoilers

Watched 300 last night.
It's all about the red.
Beautiful contrast.

Implicitly, the film seems
to be all about the ever-ongoing
abortion debate.

Don't you think?

[Not to tease--but just to get that
thought down for later.]

Thursday, March 15, 2007

The Eyes of March Maddness

Ahh. To start the morning
with a fresh cup of Java
and a blinking curser. And not
to worry about fragments.

Instead, wallow and bask
in a thick, heavy font.

This is the life,
is it not?

My partner and I
are seemingly at war. Example:
we agreed to read a novel together
this Spring Break. He chose Orwell's 1984.
I'm dying.
Worse than graduate school.
See, we've been chosing flicks and books
on the far side of each other's spectrum
as revenge for the latest bit of entertainment
we've put each other through.
Vicious cycle.
Still not with me?
Example: Our last weekend together, I rented
The Science of Sleep (or was it Dreams?), Brazil,
and scrambled to see Pan's Labyrinth
(which wasn't what he expected
and was beyond what I had hoped).
He was tortured.
Now it's my turn.
Fine; next weekend? It's The Break Up, for sure.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

New/Old/Barrowed/Blue

New: We finally replaced our grill (remember it was stolen last spring and we vowed not to replace it until we moved from the ghetto). This grill has two surfaces and, whoa, a cover. Did not come with 35cm reinforced steel chain.

Old: I'm worried sick over 4 students who did not complete their final work for ENG150 (basic literacy). Just turn in your d*mn work! You'll get like a "C," people--come on! I sent out group emails pleading for them to contact me at home--ridiculous, no?

Barrowed: Borak--I'm so ashamed. I knew it was risky, but I had no idea that it would be this offensive AND not funny. No laughs. At least I can tell my students that I have seen it and hated it.

Blue: The color my daughter's eyes would be.

And Pete Rose? Not that I know anything, anything about football, but so what? He bet on his own team every night--how could that fix the game? Sports fanatics.

Friday, March 09, 2007

All Finished w/a SPANK'IN Google Account

I don't even want to know what day it is.
? I can change font?
How long have I been cryogenically frozen?
Don't tell me.

All I know? I'm finished.
Finished teaching 6 classes:
2 ENG150
2 ENG151
1 WS100
1 WS200

I only majorly fell apart once--week 3 or 4 . . .
But it's all behind me now.
Except one snag which will rear its head next quarter . . .

I did nothing but teach, grade, and sleep.
Very little sex.
I can't imagine how horrible my evals will be . . .

I did hold one major party; went out maybe twice,
and celebrated 11 years w/my partner last weekend.
But I didn't blog for an entire frick'en month!
What will that look like to the publishers??

D*mn google. That's why.
Well, I guess this new stuff is kinda cool.
Nothing to jump about--and nothing to lose
an entire month of my life over . . .

and my super bloggin buddies!?! xoxo