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Saturday, May 11, 2002
Kirsten got Gina and me to accompany her to a street fair on Bleecker today and I'm really glad we did, because it was a beautiful sunny day in the Village and there were lots of dogs out... pretty pretty dogs... although I spent way too much money again. Money I don't really have. Please someone stop me. So much debt. Why are things so expensive? And pretty? And delicious? Get a job, get a job, get a joooooob.
But the sunshine was free and it sho was fine. I really do love the Village a lot, even though certain parts of it are and shall always be evil. I almost bought a Sloan double-CD because it was only fifteen dollars, but I'd just paid a man twenty to massage my sister's foot (grumble) and so I didn't. I sort of wish I had, though. There's so much music I need to hear. And those Sloan boys are so good. I know from the one album Kitana bought me. Yeah, I hep. I hep. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:29 PM | shower me with attention
Oh god, oh god. Craig's latest account of his exploits may be the best yet. This part:
It was probably the closest I will come to feeling what it was like in the Rivoli days of the troupe. almost made me well up. Geez. I tell ya, I dunno. Geez. Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:13 PM | shower me with attention
Fuck AOL; I've changed my Goose-link on the left. Angelfire rarely lets me down.
Tiddly-pom. Oh. It was Goose's recent Newsradio enquiry that spurned our decision tonight to dig out some Newsradio and enjoy the hilarity of some randomly taped episodes. There was a very strange incident with the closed-captioning that made me think that perhaps we have ghosts. It's too complicated to explain; suffice it to say that if Bill Murray and Harold Ramis were here, I'd feel a lot safer. I see I have email to read, but rather than see who it's from I will resist the urge and leave it for the morrow. This prolongs the illusion that it may not be spam, but actual communication from someone I know. Onward, bedward. Squidward. Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:42 AM | shower me with attention
Every time I see that commercial-- "A meal is not a meal without meat"-- I feel a little ashamed to be a flesh-eater.
Oh, the arrogance. Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:51 AM | shower me with attention
Woah. Thank god you guys are okay. This made me think of Steph's recent post about her poor hamster and the gas leak and that's all really scary to me. Gas is scary, fire is scary, and especially for me who has no sense real sense of smell. I couldn't tell if there was a gas leak, you know. I should be more worried about this...
Anyway, glad you're all okay. In other news, there is no other news. Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:49 AM | shower me with attention Friday, May 10, 2002
I dunno. I worked for a couple hours today and came up with 6.5 pages, which is close to 7, which is close to 10, and I've got nothing more to say about Wallace Stevens, so I guess I'm done. I'll look at it later like Steve suggested but I doubt I'll have anything more to say. It's terribly bland and uncreative and probably downright wrong, considering I don't understand half of what it is I'm arguing, but I bet you it'll get a decent grade, because my school is without standards. So that's that.
To celebrate, Gina and I went to the Mexican place for dinner, like we do every Friday. Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:41 PM | shower me with attention
Zen zen zen zen zen zen zen the future is an illusion zen zen zen zen zen the future is unwritten release release release release release you don't know you don't know you don't know zen zen zen zen zen zen zen zen zzzzzzzzzzzzz.. en... zze... nnnnn... Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:15 AM | shower me with attention
Dear God
Please make me love writing. Please please please please. Please. Your loving Tavie Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:13 AM | shower me with attention Thursday, May 09, 2002
Oh. Realized something important: do not understand the concept of "idiom". Apparently is important for my Wallace Stevens paper, as word is often used by critics and other scholarly types when talking about him. Apparently is important for my English career in general.
A style of artistic expression characteristic of a particular individual, school, period, or medium: the idiom of the French impressionists; the punk rock idiom. This appears to be what I need to understand. Funny I haven't come across this until now. Hi, my name is Tavie, and I don't know what words mean. ("Hi, Tavie.")
Discman not broken after all; however, watch now gone kaput. Must seek new watch. Am tired of this style, which I have had for many years. Perhaps Classic Pooh this time around.
Saw Abe Vigoda coming out of my school yesterday. He moves fast for an old guy. Finished venti latte and book about Harmonium today. Bought blackberries from fruit-cart man. Cheap and sweet. I love fruit-cart man. Dreamed about my sister and Daoud trying to catch a train together. Do not know what this means. Taste of blackberries still on my tongue. Class now. Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:41 PM | shower me with attention
Date/Time: 5/9/2002 1:31 AM
Your appointment date has not yet passed. You may register for Fall 2002 after May 21, 2002 6:30:00 PM. I will be flying back from San Francisco at this time. Don't let me forget to register upon my return. (By the way, fuck May 21st, ha ha ha.) Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:35 AM | shower me with attention Wednesday, May 08, 2002
It was decided today in poetry class that there will be an extra class held this Friday, to make up for the following Wednesday, when my professor will be in Seattle lecturing about something or other. He suggested that, if we wanted, we could even hand in our papers early on Friday (due Monday). I started laughing uncontrollably at that. My laughter made others laugh. We laughed and laughed. I almost got the hiccoughs, I laughed so hard.
Ah, no. I shall not be attending that class. I shall be starting my paper this Friday. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:31 PM | shower me with attention
Sis saw Spiderman today. She says there are actresses named Kirsten and Octavia in it.
Heh. Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:23 PM | shower me with attention
"It's a chicken... but it's also a kid. It's a chicken-kid." Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:34 PM | shower me with attention
My so-called problems are both petty and insignificant.
I am not mourning the sudden loss of a beloved pet, like Cheryl and Mike, my poor darlings. I am not in the midst of the pressure-cooker of prelim hell, like Ade. I am not getting stuck in smoking subway cars, like Terry. I don't even have a cold, like Gina or Goose. Basically, I need to shut the fuck up. (By the way, I subscribed to Premium Crosswords at the website and have my Sunday puzzle printed out. A parade is almost certainly in order.) Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:04 AM | shower me with attention Tuesday, May 07, 2002
Derrrrrrrrf. Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:33 PM | shower me with attention
Although, you people are all either really selfish with your crossword puzzles, or don't read the Times or something, I'll just say that. Poop.
Oh, dear. Now I'm ashamed of that bitching. I owe everyone a frozen hot chocolate. Which you may redeem in exchange for, oh, say... Sunday's crossword puzzle. Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:05 PM | shower me with attention
I'm ashamed of my excessive bitching yesterday. Can you forgive me?
Have some poetry. Now in the time of spring (azaleas, trilliums, Myrtle, viburnums, daffodils, blue phlox), Between that disgust and this, between the things That are on the dump (azaleas and so on) And those that will be (azaleas and so on), One feels the purifying change. One rejects The trash. That's the moment when the moon creeps up To the bubbling of bassoons. That's the time One looks at the elephant-colorings of tires. Everything is shed; and the moon comes up as the moon (All its images are in the dump) and you see As a man (not like an image of a man), You see the moon rise in the empty sky. -Excerpt from The Man on the Dump, Wallace Stevens (who else?) Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:01 PM | shower me with attention Monday, May 06, 2002
By the way, fuck it. I'm reclaiming my right to complain. I said I was trying to cut down but now I'm going to to glut, goddammit. Let's recap, now:
1. No Sunday magazine/crossword. 2. Left phone at Gina's. 3. Broken discman. 4. Have to carry really heavy Langston Hughes book to school today. not to mention the usual thrilling facts of: 5. Coming home to apartment even messier than usual because I haven't been around to do things like, say, take out trash or do dishes or clear things off couch for sitting purposes and god forbid someone else decides to do it. 6. Still have 10-page paper to finish research for and conceive and write. By next Monday. Motherfuckermotherfuckermotherfuckermotherfuckermoth. Er. Fuck. Er. Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:19 PM | shower me with attention
I just dropped my discman and I think it's broken now.
Today fucking fuckety sucks. Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:12 PM | shower me with attention
Seriously, if anyone has yesterday's Times Magazine, I can live without the whole magazine, but I need the frickin' crossword or my week is just ruined. It really is the highlight of my week. Just scan the crossword and send it to me. I will be your best friend.
I am very upset. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:57 PM | shower me with attention
Some turd stole my newspaper!!
I WANT MY SUNDAY MAGAZINE!!!!!!!!!! I WANT MY SUNDAY CROSSWORD!!!!!!!!!!!! Also I left my phone at Gina's. Today sucks. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:46 PM | shower me with attention
Gina and I saw Y Tu Mama Tambien on Saturday. It was muy bueno although the ending was indeed spoiled for me by my own reckless internet-surfing ahead of time. The guy who played Julio was extremely caliente. Ai-yi-yi.
I am interested in seeing Spiderman for the same reason Cheryl watches Farrelly brothers films. I could happily just watch the Roosevelt Island cut and skip the rest, but the producers didn't release one, now did they. Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:45 AM | shower me with attention
A flurry of Kitana post makes for a brighter and happier morning, although I wish now to snuggle her, and also, I wish I'd watched that stupid NBC special last night. But only sorta; Queer as Folk was really good.
Today, I go back home and think about doing laundry but ultimately can't muster the energy, then onward to Langston Hughes, who I have yet to read, and then back home for bad tv. It will be not at all interesting to see how reality deviates from this projection. Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:35 AM | shower me with attention Sunday, May 05, 2002 |