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Saturday, January 31, 2004
Aw, man, I really like him a lot.
Now I just hope he's a good teacher.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:37 PM | shower me with attention
Now I just hope he's a good teacher.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:37 PM | shower me with attention
Speaking of my S&G Prof, I Google'd him and found that he once gave a speech at a panel entitled "Blood, Spirit, Bodies, and Technology in Buffy the Vampire Slayer ".
(See abstract for more: When Warren appears in Buffy's backyard brandishing a
hand gun, he both wakes the audience up from our suspension of disbelief
(that the world could be saved through hand-to-hand combat) and confirms
Buffy's worst suspicions about what science can do to the body...)
This guy rocks.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:04 PM | shower me with attention
(See abstract for more: When Warren appears in Buffy's backyard brandishing a
hand gun, he both wakes the audience up from our suspension of disbelief
(that the world could be saved through hand-to-hand combat) and confirms
Buffy's worst suspicions about what science can do to the body...)
This guy rocks.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:04 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, January 30, 2004
I have to email my Sex & Gender prof by Monday with the answer to the following question:
Describe a personal experience that made you aware of your own gender.
This is surprisingly difficult. I still don't think I'm aware of my own gender.
According to The Spark, I am definitely a man.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:00 AM | shower me with attention
Describe a personal experience that made you aware of your own gender.
This is surprisingly difficult. I still don't think I'm aware of my own gender.
According to The Spark, I am definitely a man.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:00 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, January 29, 2004
Andrew brought over the Disney World pictures tonight. He's gonna resize them and put together a gallery, which I'll host-- it really was a phenomenal trip-- but as a tiny taster, I present-- whoops-- my Broadstreet Mittens:
It's the only shot I have of them, it's not very good, but you kinda get the idea. And, no, I didn't have to wear them in Florida; that picture was taken at LaGuardia.
And, presenting, my favourite picture of all time:
Which reminds me of something I've been meaning to address for a few days now. Namely, I got to the Epcot mention in Down and Out and feel the need to address it. This is the passage in question:
When Epcot Center first opened, long, long ago, there'd been an ugly decade or so in ride design. Imagineering found a winning formula for Spaceship Earth, the flagship ride in the big golf ball, and, in their drive to establish thematic continuity, they'd turned the formula into a cookie-cutter, stamping out half a dozen clones for each of the "themed" areas in the Future Showcase. It went like this: first, we were cavemen, then there was ancient Greece, then Rome burned (cue sulfur-odor FX), then there was the Great Depression, and, finally, we reached the modern age. Who knows what the future holds? We do! We'll all have videophones and be living on the ocean floor. Once was cute-- compelling and inspirational, even-- but six times was embarrassing. Like everyone, once Imagineering got themselves a good hammer, everything started to resemble a nail. Even now, the Epcot ad-hocs were repeating the sins of their forebears, closing every ride with a scene of Bitchun utopia.
I'm not denying the truth nor the validity of this point of view, particularly within the context of an exciting technological wonderland of the future; nevertheless, it irked me for personal reasons. Namely, in describing not Spaceship Earth but rather a specific amalgamation of Spaceship Earth and Horizons, it condoned the closing of the latter, which, I have repeated ad nauseum, is (was) my all-time favourite WDW ride. It basically reaffirmed the arguments that led to its closing in the first place-- outdated, creaky, no longer reflecting our collective vision of "The Future". Which pisses me off because, yeah, it's my own personal childhood they fucked with, and, okay, it was no longer a vision of their idea of "The Future"-- but it was, nevertheless, more visionary than anyone thought: it captured the Culture of Nostalgia that seems to be such a driving force in our little Po-Mo world. Seeing the future in terms of recycling the past-- in Horizons' case, past visions of "The Future"-- what's more visionary than that?
So ends my Horizons rant. Of the moment.
Anyway, that's pretty much the only nerdy nit I have to pick with Cory's book, anyway. It rocked.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:36 PM | shower me with attention
It's the only shot I have of them, it's not very good, but you kinda get the idea. And, no, I didn't have to wear them in Florida; that picture was taken at LaGuardia.
And, presenting, my favourite picture of all time:
Which reminds me of something I've been meaning to address for a few days now. Namely, I got to the Epcot mention in Down and Out and feel the need to address it. This is the passage in question:
When Epcot Center first opened, long, long ago, there'd been an ugly decade or so in ride design. Imagineering found a winning formula for Spaceship Earth, the flagship ride in the big golf ball, and, in their drive to establish thematic continuity, they'd turned the formula into a cookie-cutter, stamping out half a dozen clones for each of the "themed" areas in the Future Showcase. It went like this: first, we were cavemen, then there was ancient Greece, then Rome burned (cue sulfur-odor FX), then there was the Great Depression, and, finally, we reached the modern age. Who knows what the future holds? We do! We'll all have videophones and be living on the ocean floor. Once was cute-- compelling and inspirational, even-- but six times was embarrassing. Like everyone, once Imagineering got themselves a good hammer, everything started to resemble a nail. Even now, the Epcot ad-hocs were repeating the sins of their forebears, closing every ride with a scene of Bitchun utopia.
I'm not denying the truth nor the validity of this point of view, particularly within the context of an exciting technological wonderland of the future; nevertheless, it irked me for personal reasons. Namely, in describing not Spaceship Earth but rather a specific amalgamation of Spaceship Earth and Horizons, it condoned the closing of the latter, which, I have repeated ad nauseum, is (was) my all-time favourite WDW ride. It basically reaffirmed the arguments that led to its closing in the first place-- outdated, creaky, no longer reflecting our collective vision of "The Future". Which pisses me off because, yeah, it's my own personal childhood they fucked with, and, okay, it was no longer a vision of their idea of "The Future"-- but it was, nevertheless, more visionary than anyone thought: it captured the Culture of Nostalgia that seems to be such a driving force in our little Po-Mo world. Seeing the future in terms of recycling the past-- in Horizons' case, past visions of "The Future"-- what's more visionary than that?
So ends my Horizons rant. Of the moment.
Anyway, that's pretty much the only nerdy nit I have to pick with Cory's book, anyway. It rocked.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:36 PM | shower me with attention
How does one go about finding a tutor? For serious. I've never REALLY needed one before (Andrew's math help notwithstanding) but ohmygodohmygodohmygod. I'm gonna fail Latin if I don't get help. I'm panicking.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:42 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:42 PM | shower me with attention
Professor, Professor, you're moving way too fast.
I have, in the space of a month, forgotten EVERYTHING I learned in Latin last semester.
Everything.
All gone.
Poof.
Not even declension endings or the meaning of "ager". (Field.)
I have to, over the weekend, relearn every single thing that I learned last semester.
And I think somehow I'm going to be able to take intensive second-year Latin over the summer at Columbia? Is to laugh. Is to cry.
On an up note, Sex and Gender should be fine. The teacher appears to be younger than I am, but whaddyagonnado. He's a stick-thin (I'm talking Matt-thin) Doctoral Candidate interested in urban studies, gender theory and "DIY Activism", (Yes, I edited the previous word out; it's a label I'm not comfortable with either imposing on someone I don't know, or keeping on my searchable blog), terribly cute and serious and earnest.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:41 PM | shower me with attention
I have, in the space of a month, forgotten EVERYTHING I learned in Latin last semester.
Everything.
All gone.
Poof.
Not even declension endings or the meaning of "ager". (Field.)
I have to, over the weekend, relearn every single thing that I learned last semester.
And I think somehow I'm going to be able to take intensive second-year Latin over the summer at Columbia? Is to laugh. Is to cry.
On an up note, Sex and Gender should be fine. The teacher appears to be younger than I am, but whaddyagonnado. He's a stick-thin (I'm talking Matt-thin) Doctoral Candidate interested in urban studies, gender theory and "DIY Activism", (Yes, I edited the previous word out; it's a label I'm not comfortable with either imposing on someone I don't know, or keeping on my searchable blog), terribly cute and serious and earnest.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:41 PM | shower me with attention
Why the FUCK don't I read course descriptions before I register?!
ENGLISH 390.73, Section 01 TWENTIETH CENTURY SATIRE: THEORY AND FORM...
...Requirements: Weekly position papers on the reading, presentation, and three essays.
Presen-fuckin-tation.
Fucking hell. I am an idiot. I could've taken Science Fiction, or Narrative Theory, or fucking Underwater Basket Weaving, but I had to choose weekly-papers-and-a-presentation.
Douchebag.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:29 PM | shower me with attention
ENGLISH 390.73, Section 01 TWENTIETH CENTURY SATIRE: THEORY AND FORM...
...Requirements: Weekly position papers on the reading, presentation, and three essays.
Presen-fuckin-tation.
Fucking hell. I am an idiot. I could've taken Science Fiction, or Narrative Theory, or fucking Underwater Basket Weaving, but I had to choose weekly-papers-and-a-presentation.
Douchebag.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:29 PM | shower me with attention
Urrrrrrrrrrrrgh. I just broke my streak.
I believe the last time I vomited was after an abysmal, experimental night of gin, depression and loneliness. (Haven't drunk gin since.)
This morning-- okay, noon-- I got up, made breakfast, and then before I could eat it, was seized by a wave of nausea. Stumbled into the living room where Dad was watching a war movie.
"Don't feel good. I feel so nauseous, Dad."
"Did you take some Pepto Bismol?"
"Noooooooooo."
"What did you eat?"
"Nothing, I made breakfast but I didn't eat it."
"You should take some Pe--"
"BLEEAAAAAARRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
That was ten minutes ago. This was a revolutionary puke because:
1. I did not cry during it. (Vomiting is very traumatic for me; I usually cry and cry because it is so horrible.)
2. No one was there to comfort me, and I didn't really need it. (Usually my sister or my mom hold my hair for me. My dad was strangely unsympathetic. Perhaps he lives in the Real World, where vomiting is just an ordinary, unpleasant thing that occasionally happens to the best of us.)
I'm like Jerry Seinfeld. I like to vomit once or twice a decade. I can list all the times it's happened within my memory:
1. Age 3. Stomach flu.
2. Age 8. Stomach flu.
3. Age 10. Swallowed bathwater.
4. Age 19. Australian food poisoning. <--- worst
5. Age (21? 22?). Stupid gin experiment.
6. Age 24. As yet unexplained.
So what the fuck is causing this? I haven't eaten anything unusual, I felt fine when I went to bed, felt okay when I woke up, and then the smell of bacon made me hurl. Is there something going around?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:03 PM | shower me with attention
I believe the last time I vomited was after an abysmal, experimental night of gin, depression and loneliness. (Haven't drunk gin since.)
This morning-- okay, noon-- I got up, made breakfast, and then before I could eat it, was seized by a wave of nausea. Stumbled into the living room where Dad was watching a war movie.
"Don't feel good. I feel so nauseous, Dad."
"Did you take some Pepto Bismol?"
"Noooooooooo."
"What did you eat?"
"Nothing, I made breakfast but I didn't eat it."
"You should take some Pe--"
"BLEEAAAAAARRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
That was ten minutes ago. This was a revolutionary puke because:
1. I did not cry during it. (Vomiting is very traumatic for me; I usually cry and cry because it is so horrible.)
2. No one was there to comfort me, and I didn't really need it. (Usually my sister or my mom hold my hair for me. My dad was strangely unsympathetic. Perhaps he lives in the Real World, where vomiting is just an ordinary, unpleasant thing that occasionally happens to the best of us.)
I'm like Jerry Seinfeld. I like to vomit once or twice a decade. I can list all the times it's happened within my memory:
1. Age 3. Stomach flu.
2. Age 8. Stomach flu.
3. Age 10. Swallowed bathwater.
4. Age 19. Australian food poisoning. <--- worst
5. Age (21? 22?). Stupid gin experiment.
6. Age 24. As yet unexplained.
So what the fuck is causing this? I haven't eaten anything unusual, I felt fine when I went to bed, felt okay when I woke up, and then the smell of bacon made me hurl. Is there something going around?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:03 PM | shower me with attention
Wow, man. When fandom meets politics: Deadheads for Dean. It almost makes me wish I cared the least little bit about the Grateful Dead.
Holy crap: People who are voting for Howard Dean because they find him sexually attractive. No, puppy, no.
Oh, boy, it gets better: Foodies for Dean.
Hackers for Dean.
There are as many supporter groups as there are labels. Can it get better? It CAN:
Petsitters for Dean!
And my personal favourite:
Geeks for Dean.
Yes indeed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:46 AM | shower me with attention
Holy crap: People who are voting for Howard Dean because they find him sexually attractive. No, puppy, no.
Oh, boy, it gets better: Foodies for Dean.
Hackers for Dean.
There are as many supporter groups as there are labels. Can it get better? It CAN:
Petsitters for Dean!
And my personal favourite:
Geeks for Dean.
Yes indeed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:46 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
I have the gayest song in my head. (What's with me and the gay stuff lately?)
I watched Mulan yesterday in a fit of Disney-Feature-Animation-Florida nostalgia (why, why did they have to close that studio? I got to go backstage in that studio once and hang out with the animators, and one of them told my mom that they thought I had a lot of talent, and held up my work as an example to allll the other kids who were trying to learn to draw Mickey Mouse) and you know that song that Donny Osmond sings? You probably don't, the music in that movie wasn't at all memorable, but he sings this song to a montage of buff cartoon warriors in no shirts wrestling and training and all this stuff, and it really is just the gayest thing in the world. It's called "I'll Make a Man Out of You", I think. Come on, now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:46 PM | shower me with attention
I watched Mulan yesterday in a fit of Disney-Feature-Animation-Florida nostalgia (why, why did they have to close that studio? I got to go backstage in that studio once and hang out with the animators, and one of them told my mom that they thought I had a lot of talent, and held up my work as an example to allll the other kids who were trying to learn to draw Mickey Mouse) and you know that song that Donny Osmond sings? You probably don't, the music in that movie wasn't at all memorable, but he sings this song to a montage of buff cartoon warriors in no shirts wrestling and training and all this stuff, and it really is just the gayest thing in the world. It's called "I'll Make a Man Out of You", I think. Come on, now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:46 PM | shower me with attention
I think Progo is in hibernation.
I don't blame him, but it's not supposed to be good for them.
He did come out a few days ago to eat some raw meat. I wonder if I should wake him up and force some vitamin drops in his mouth, or let him sleep?
No, I'm gonna wake him up and do that and give him a bath. I don't care if he IS hibernating, it's giving me the willies.
They only hibernate when it's too cold for them to want to eat, and I don't think the heating pad and sun lamp are doing their jobs right.
Argh, anxiety.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:55 PM | shower me with attention
I don't blame him, but it's not supposed to be good for them.
He did come out a few days ago to eat some raw meat. I wonder if I should wake him up and force some vitamin drops in his mouth, or let him sleep?
No, I'm gonna wake him up and do that and give him a bath. I don't care if he IS hibernating, it's giving me the willies.
They only hibernate when it's too cold for them to want to eat, and I don't think the heating pad and sun lamp are doing their jobs right.
Argh, anxiety.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:55 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
You know what I recently found out? All these people think I'm gay. I'm not allowed to say who, but a bunch of people have been "asking around" about my sexual orientation. Because I live at Gina's house half the week and don't really discuss my sexuality on my blog, I guess.
I just want to point out that just because men don't find me attractive doesn't mean I don't find them attractive.
I'm amused by the whole thing, but also sort of sad that the assumption is that shy, plain, overweight girls who get to live rent-free at their adult female friends' houses are automatically lesbians. Stereotypes should be questioned, people. Allow for individual complexity always. Besides, it's not like women hit on me, either.
(Let's thwart the protests right now: Yes, yes, I am very pretty, such a pretty face, shut up, that's not the point I'm trying to make. Also, I lost 10 pounds this month. I'm prettier than your toothless granny.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:35 PM | shower me with attention
I just want to point out that just because men don't find me attractive doesn't mean I don't find them attractive.
I'm amused by the whole thing, but also sort of sad that the assumption is that shy, plain, overweight girls who get to live rent-free at their adult female friends' houses are automatically lesbians. Stereotypes should be questioned, people. Allow for individual complexity always. Besides, it's not like women hit on me, either.
(Let's thwart the protests right now: Yes, yes, I am very pretty, such a pretty face, shut up, that's not the point I'm trying to make. Also, I lost 10 pounds this month. I'm prettier than your toothless granny.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:35 PM | shower me with attention
I've been a shivering, barely-bothering-to-change-one-set-of-pajamas-for-the-next, non-phone-call-returning lump since returning from Florida last Friday.
Please forgive me. I have a cold, and it's cold in here, and this is my last two days before school starts again. Which I am spending cold, with a cold, huddled in a sleeping bag with my computer or the television or a book.
I'll try to work up some energy to get back in touch with the world, promise.
My schedule for my (almost-- Summer Latin notwithstanding) last semester, by the way:
20C SATIRE,THER,FORM - M, W, 4:10 - 5:25 PM
GRAPH ARTS WORKSHOP - M, 5:30 - 9:10 PM
SEX AND GENDER ROLES - T, TH, 5:35 - 6:50 PM
BEGINNING LATIN 2 - T, TH, 7:00 - 8:40 PM
I particularly apologize to Kitana and erin, those goddesses of forgiveness. And also my mother for not making my doc appt. yet. Because I've given up and I know she's reading this, the stinker.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:14 PM | shower me with attention
Please forgive me. I have a cold, and it's cold in here, and this is my last two days before school starts again. Which I am spending cold, with a cold, huddled in a sleeping bag with my computer or the television or a book.
I'll try to work up some energy to get back in touch with the world, promise.
My schedule for my (almost-- Summer Latin notwithstanding) last semester, by the way:
20C SATIRE,THER,FORM - M, W, 4:10 - 5:25 PM
GRAPH ARTS WORKSHOP - M, 5:30 - 9:10 PM
SEX AND GENDER ROLES - T, TH, 5:35 - 6:50 PM
BEGINNING LATIN 2 - T, TH, 7:00 - 8:40 PM
I particularly apologize to Kitana and erin, those goddesses of forgiveness. And also my mother for not making my doc appt. yet. Because I've given up and I know she's reading this, the stinker.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:14 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, January 26, 2004
It's very difficult to put this book down. I had to surrender it briefly to Andrew when he ran out of things to read, and had very little time to do any reading on my trip, but now that I'm back and I've crested that wave of having-put-a-book-down-for-a-few-days-and-being-afraid-I-won't-be-able-to-sink-back-into-it, I'm loving this.
I'm loving science fiction. What kind of geek am I morphing into? My father? I mean, fantasy is one thing-- I freely admit I am an elf-loving, gun-slinging geek, but I used to draw some sort of line. (Star Trek: TNG notwithstanding; hey, that's just a great show, and anyway, it's about the relationships, not the technology.)
But, um, in this book, it's sort of about the technology. This whole Whuffie business, and being Online all the time, and immersive VR, and, heck, monorails that don't rattle-- that's all pretty nifty stuff.
Although the real draw in this book, for me, is the lovingly detailed descriptions of classic Disney World rides. I could read the Haunted Mansion passage over and over. It's sort of an extension of my trip; it's so accurate, so in-jokey, so detailed, so damned affectionate... Cory's got me in the palm of his nerdy hand.
I'm just sorry that there's been little-to-no Epcot. I hope there's room for a sequel at the end...
(Incidentally, I was reading it in the bath-- my favourite reading spot, what's yours?-- when my sister knocked and requested access to brush her hair. As she did so, she noticed what I was reading and I started to explain to her how good it was, and she said, "Wait, the future? This is a travel guide? She thought I was reading, like, a Birnbaum's or something, rather than a novel.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:45 PM | shower me with attention
I'm loving science fiction. What kind of geek am I morphing into? My father? I mean, fantasy is one thing-- I freely admit I am an elf-loving, gun-slinging geek, but I used to draw some sort of line. (Star Trek: TNG notwithstanding; hey, that's just a great show, and anyway, it's about the relationships, not the technology.)
But, um, in this book, it's sort of about the technology. This whole Whuffie business, and being Online all the time, and immersive VR, and, heck, monorails that don't rattle-- that's all pretty nifty stuff.
Although the real draw in this book, for me, is the lovingly detailed descriptions of classic Disney World rides. I could read the Haunted Mansion passage over and over. It's sort of an extension of my trip; it's so accurate, so in-jokey, so detailed, so damned affectionate... Cory's got me in the palm of his nerdy hand.
I'm just sorry that there's been little-to-no Epcot. I hope there's room for a sequel at the end...
(Incidentally, I was reading it in the bath-- my favourite reading spot, what's yours?-- when my sister knocked and requested access to brush her hair. As she did so, she noticed what I was reading and I started to explain to her how good it was, and she said, "Wait, the future? This is a travel guide? She thought I was reading, like, a Birnbaum's or something, rather than a novel.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:45 PM | shower me with attention
Who gave me their sore throat? I'm lookin' at you, buddy.
There's two grams of carbs in every sugar-free Ricola. Also they are delicious like candy. Looks like it'll have to be straight whiskey for me...
Ha ha, just kidding. Looks like it'll be hot tea with lemon (no honey), I meant to say.
And whiskey.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:38 PM | shower me with attention
There's two grams of carbs in every sugar-free Ricola. Also they are delicious like candy. Looks like it'll have to be straight whiskey for me...
Ha ha, just kidding. Looks like it'll be hot tea with lemon (no honey), I meant to say.
And whiskey.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:38 PM | shower me with attention
Today is my personal 4-year anniversary, the first Kids in the Hall live show ever, in Toronto, Massey Hall, with a mass of goils.
4 years.
That's insanity.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:55 AM | shower me with attention
4 years.
That's insanity.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:55 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, January 25, 2004
