Beauty it takes to launch one ship = one millihelen.
(From Schott's Original Miscellany, by Ben Schott)
(From Schott's Original Miscellany, by Ben Schott)
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Sunday, June 20, 2004
Grand Re-Opening
Hello Everyone! I really am breaking the fourth wall this time, I suppose, but here goes:
This is the new home of my blog, journal, telenovela... whatever you want to call it. I have moved it for several reasons: I was bored of the old format's considerable limitations, and, well, wanted something that seemed a little less juvenile.
Many of the posts from the old blog are here; some are not. The squirrel rant is gone, and so is the result of the pope quiz. I did a great deal of thinking about whether or not to leave in the very first journal entries, from when I was dating Jared. I didn't want to leave some of the non-romantic writing out, and so I considered censoring them - but when listening to me read my writing, Dan has always (rather emphatically) stated, "don't edit," so I thought that I just might take his advice for once. They are there, in their entirety and glory.
I would like this blog to move on from my interpretations of my emotions, to what I observe around me. If I get particularly courageous, I might even opine on one or two topics (I hate debating).
Quotes, will, as before, take center stage; perhaps even more than before. I write plays, and so I think in dialogue- and sometimes life sends one-liners that I just wish I could have written.
There are some topics that I won't touch. I don't know enough to say anything productive about large-scale politics . A true San Franciscan, my politics are grass-roots to the bone. (Joke about bone meal fertilizing grass roots is left as an exercise to the reader.) And Life Teen... well, you know you're a Catholic Nerd when the only major argument you have ever had with your boyfriend was about Life Teen.
That is all that I have to say. I present you with my new blog: Fourth Wall.
This is the new home of my blog, journal, telenovela... whatever you want to call it. I have moved it for several reasons: I was bored of the old format's considerable limitations, and, well, wanted something that seemed a little less juvenile.
Many of the posts from the old blog are here; some are not. The squirrel rant is gone, and so is the result of the pope quiz. I did a great deal of thinking about whether or not to leave in the very first journal entries, from when I was dating Jared. I didn't want to leave some of the non-romantic writing out, and so I considered censoring them - but when listening to me read my writing, Dan has always (rather emphatically) stated, "don't edit," so I thought that I just might take his advice for once. They are there, in their entirety and glory.
I would like this blog to move on from my interpretations of my emotions, to what I observe around me. If I get particularly courageous, I might even opine on one or two topics (I hate debating).
Quotes, will, as before, take center stage; perhaps even more than before. I write plays, and so I think in dialogue- and sometimes life sends one-liners that I just wish I could have written.
There are some topics that I won't touch. I don't know enough to say anything productive about large-scale politics . A true San Franciscan, my politics are grass-roots to the bone. (Joke about bone meal fertilizing grass roots is left as an exercise to the reader.) And Life Teen... well, you know you're a Catholic Nerd when the only major argument you have ever had with your boyfriend was about Life Teen.
That is all that I have to say. I present you with my new blog: Fourth Wall.
Sunday, June 13, 2004
An (un)likely combination
Home, chinese food, hot bath, Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity, mint tea, London tube pyjamas, and bed.
I have to get up early tomorrow morning to go to the 9:30 mass. Unfortunately, this is the "family mass."
If I am lucky, Fr. Vitto will be celebrating. If I am luckier, they will have a new cantor and I will never need to listen to the 9:30 am mass's Jazz-style Gloria again.
I have to get up early tomorrow morning to go to the 9:30 mass. Unfortunately, this is the "family mass."
If I am lucky, Fr. Vitto will be celebrating. If I am luckier, they will have a new cantor and I will never need to listen to the 9:30 am mass's Jazz-style Gloria again.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Tonight I went running
through the screen doors of discretion
for I woke up from a nightmare that I could not stand to see.
You were hungering out on the hills of Iowa
and you were not thinking of me.
-Dar Williams
Monday, June 07, 2004
Warning: Cat Column
Mama writes:
So, my finals week. Wednesday I have a Hum paper due at Noon, Thursday I have Spanish (8:00-10:00), followed by Physics (10:30-12:30), Friday I have Calc (8:00-10:00).
You know, I really miss Nick. I like having someone around who can translate pop songs into latin.
"Kitties were kissed on your behalf. Well, Genevieve was. Gwynn was too busy being mad at me for taking my student papers away from her. She wanted to claw and scratch through the grants and then eat the glue off of the envelopes.
Too bad about that Smarty Jones, eh?"
So, my finals week. Wednesday I have a Hum paper due at Noon, Thursday I have Spanish (8:00-10:00), followed by Physics (10:30-12:30), Friday I have Calc (8:00-10:00).
You know, I really miss Nick. I like having someone around who can translate pop songs into latin.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Why I should never be a professor
Stuart Gazes: And I am about to use purple chalk for what will be the first... and, I guess, the last, time in this course.
What I would have said: And I am about to use purple chalk for what will be the first... and, I guess, the last, time in this course. Hey, that looks pretty cool. I like that. I should use purple for all of the most interesting parts. You know, my high school math teacher, Liz Caffrey, who taught me calculus, had a math teacher who was so obsessed with the color purple that if you wore purple on the day of the test, you got an A. Don't try that on me, it won't work. The teacher wore purple every day, except for days when she wore her red-check gingham poufy-skirted square dancing dress. And then, my other math teacher's son, who was a math wiz himself and who attended our high school in the years before I did, was obsessed with the color. He was always wearing it in at least one visible article of clothing. His hair was dyed purple, his hats were purple, his watchband was purple, and the carabiner that he used to hold his keys was purple. He had colored the glowing apple on his powerbook purple with a sharpie. He was, for all intents and purposes, purple. Don't think he ate people, though. Only chicken-- he was very picky. So, back to two-slit interference...
What I would have said: And I am about to use purple chalk for what will be the first... and, I guess, the last, time in this course. Hey, that looks pretty cool. I like that. I should use purple for all of the most interesting parts. You know, my high school math teacher, Liz Caffrey, who taught me calculus, had a math teacher who was so obsessed with the color purple that if you wore purple on the day of the test, you got an A. Don't try that on me, it won't work. The teacher wore purple every day, except for days when she wore her red-check gingham poufy-skirted square dancing dress. And then, my other math teacher's son, who was a math wiz himself and who attended our high school in the years before I did, was obsessed with the color. He was always wearing it in at least one visible article of clothing. His hair was dyed purple, his hats were purple, his watchband was purple, and the carabiner that he used to hold his keys was purple. He had colored the glowing apple on his powerbook purple with a sharpie. He was, for all intents and purposes, purple. Don't think he ate people, though. Only chicken-- he was very picky. So, back to two-slit interference...
