DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT OBSESSED WITH MY DOG.
My advisor just posted an incredibly dejected entry in his blog. Everything's bleak. :(
And yesterday morning, I was trying to imagine being in a cozy, dry apartment.
Of course this flooding has been quite stressful, leading to a fiendishly chain-smoking Rob.
Ok. Just a few more minutes while you finish your reading. Then we go.
Pay attention to me! To me!!!!
When are we leaving? We've been here forever.
Giles and I are working from office this morning.
Ok. So this time it was the apartment next to us that had a pipe burst in a heating/air conditioning unit. SAME PROBLEM WE HAD. I sure hope this gets the management to check the piping in other units. It seems that this case was slightly worse than ours to have leaked into the surrounding apartment so much. The water remover people came and vacuumed up as much water from the carpet as they could. Then they removed the soaked padding under the carpet. Then they set up big fans to blow under the tacked-down carpet. These are to run all night. They will check the dampness of things tomorrow morning. Once the carpet and flooring is sufficiently dry, they will put in new padding and patch things up. Good as new. Ha.
Meanwhile, Giles is freaked out by the undulating carpet. He runs up to the fan, barks at it, bites the carpet, then runs away.
For the last three hours, Rob, Giles, and I sat out on the patio while people traipsed through our apartment. I got bitten twice by mosquitoes (one mosquito?), putting out the citronella candle too late.
Giles had some blood at the corner of his left eye. And he squinted his eye something fierce. I fear I have partially blinded him for life with my stupidity. He seems okay this morning. Still a little cautious about things approaching his eyes (like my hands). He's not acting like he can't see out of his left eye, though.
Rain-soaked dog.
And now it's raining quite heavily outside. We got wet during our morning walk. Rob didn't want me to take him to doggy day care today so that Giles can rest and protect his injury. I caused Giles to miss out on his favorite day of the week. :( I was so sad last night I cried in bed until he came up to the bed from his crate.
I want to stay home all day with dog instead of going to work.
I am bad. :(
What is this weird television show Lie Detector on PAX? And why am I watching it?
I finally selected some poems for my students to write about in this final unit of the composition class. The poems are:
My name is Procrastination.
Giles keeps me company in the sun room while I read.
I had this delicious Osh soup last night. I'm going to try this [recipe] I found on-line. I'll probably add spinach because the Osh I had last night had spinach. And it was good. I don't recall mint and dill flavoring, though.....
Giles at the window.
Rob smoking and talking on cell phone on the patio.
A book I bought today.
Today, Rob and I went to the [North Carolina International Auto Expo 2005]. It was underwhelming, even though neither of us have been to car shows before. They really just had this year's models out for display from various car manufacturers. Only one or two concept cars. Nothing from next year's models. But hey, now I can say I've been to a car show. Surprisingly, there were no bikini-clad women. Just one woman with a skin-tight tank-top-short-shorts outfit. She was signing autographs for something. I'm not sure what.
Drawings of Giles by me and Rob.
I hate cars. It cost me $1373.71 to get my car checked up and maintained. Grrrrr.
It would help if I prepared more food at home. It's been many months since I've really cooked. I'd already pretty much stopped cooking meat at home. What I'm doing now is limiting my meat intake to one meal a day. It might not sound like a lot, but at least it'll get me to thinking more conscientiously about the decisions I make about making or ordering food. This'll probably mean doing more shopping at the Whole Foods and other more veggie-friendly grocers.
I just don't see why this is such a big deal. Notice how "religious freedom" becomes a term for marking out evangelical Christian values, though.
Frog in Love, by Max Velthuijs
This book is perfect for Rob and me since he's a frog and I'm a duck.
Just awhile ago, Rob was using Giles as a pillow. But then his pillow ran away from him to see what I was doing in the study.
We just got back from seeing [Cursed], the Wes Craven-directed, Kevin Williamson-penned movie. It had a similar feel to their earlier collaboration, Scream, but ultimately wasn't as interesting or tautly put together. Eh. Props for the gay jock, though.
Earlier today, at Giles's examination, the vet said she could so take him home with her. Giles is so good at fooling people into thinking he's a cute, well-behaved dog. In fact, he is crazy and destructive. We love him anyways.
I swear this was not my idea.
I wonder why I have such major mood swings. There's nothing really identifiable as a reason for my mood change. This could be depression. Or it could be a symptom of a huge lag in emotional recognition. That is, something bad happens, but then it takes me awhile to start feeling bad, thereby making it extremely difficult for me to identify what troubles me in order to address it. But then I think this is the easy way out. I mean, it just means that I can justify my irritability and meanness, rationalize away something that might just be unconnected to things-in-my-life. Maybe I am upset at Rob. Maybe something else....
. . .
On a brighter note, I just saw the statistical results of course evaluations for the lit class I taught last semester. They were generally good. I basically got on average between a 4 and 5 on the questions -- 4 being the "agree" category (with 5 being "strongly agree") for questions like, "This course challenged me to think deeply about the subject matter" or "This course challenged me to think deeply about the subject matter."
So Rob and I watched [Mean Girls] a couple nights ago after I took him out for his (second) birthday dinner. It was quite funny with lots of great one-liners and snarky dialogue. Of course, it had some troubling elements, like its figuring of Africa as a land of savage animals and the suggestion that there are no schools there (since the main character Cady was home-schooled by her biologist parents while they were doing research there). Ultimately, it says of social antagonism that it is the result of a need to validate oneself through hurting others. Kind of a pat understanding of socialization and subjectivity. But it makes a lot of sense, at least in that weird place called high school.
I have to say the opening line of one of the reviews on IMDb is awesome:
. . .
So sad, though, that when I left work this afternoon, I was greeted with cold rain. And it was sunny and nice earlier in the day, too.
I had a pretty successful day to kick off my vacation. I had a follow-up conversation with the woman who observed my class on Thursday. She was very positive and supportive about my teaching. And then I led a discussion about teaching strategies with about ten teaching fellows (is that a gendered term?). And then I finished compiling midterm grades for my students. And then I went to work at the Press a bit. And now I'm home! And Giles was happy to see me. He made his stretching-vocalizing noise a couple of times. And I chased him around the apartment. And now he's lying under the table by my feet.
For the first time in weeks I'm feeling stress-free!
My dog is cuter than you.
. . .
In preparation for Spring Break, some Chris Evans shirtless-hotness:
Stolen from the web somewhere.
Posted at [33mhz].
Can't wait to see him in [Fantastic Four]. He's dreamy. I made Rob watch [Cellular] with me. It was quite an awful movie. Rob didn't think it was worth watching. But I thought Chris was still dreamy in it. And the boardwalk sequence at the beginning was worth the agony of the rest of the movie's flimsy storytelling. It was, like, let's squeeze in every conceivable thing that people experience or think about cell phones. Dropped calls, weird crossed-lines, batteries dying, caller-id, and so on. I've already repressed the more exaggerated, improbable things.
Giles on the ride home from daycare.
This is how I feel today.
Christina Aguilera bending over for Skechers.
At the mall today, the student who has gone AWOL from my class was working at Origins. I was hoping she wouldn't recognize me. No such luck, though.
I got to talk to a couple of cool British academics at the first conference today. I was too shy to talk to the one speaker I was really interested in meeting. I walked into his talk late (because of the whole flood thing) and therefore didn't get a chance to hear out his argument. And then later, I passed by him in the building -- we were both sort of milling around outside the sessions -- and could've but didn't grab him to say hello and ask him about his work. Oh well.
The [UNC student] who was beat up by homophobes on Friday is a former student of mine. This means I know the victim of a hate crime.
I just received an e-mail from the library science graduate student intern who will be leading the library tutorial day for my composition class. Her name is so familiar. So I looked up her information on-line (google-stalked), and it appears quite likely that she was a fellow student in my high school -- not necessarily one I knew well, but I think I can actually picture her face, and especially her hair. It would be something like ten years since I've seen her, but if it is her, wow. What a strange convergence for two people from my high school in California to end up clear across the country, in different graduate programs, but meeting up at this one class session. I replied to her e-mail about the tutorial day and then noted that her name sounds very familiar. We'll see if she thinks I'm totally wacko or stalker-y.
Update, 8:40 pm: Yup, she is in fact who I remember. She just e-mailed me back. I guess we'll be doing some catching up soon.
Matteo hisses and bats at Giles.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
[Fred Korematsu Dies of Respiratory Illness.] (This news largely unremarked upon in the inundation of coverage on Terri Schiavo's death.)
>> 2:00 PM
Like Chicken Run, then, the Gramscian cartoon about organic chicken intellectuals, Finding Nemo weds its story of family to a tale of successful collective opposition to enslavement, forced labor and commodification.
I <3 witty academics.
>> 7:13 AM
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
There is apparently a uniform for male college students at UNC when the weather is warm -- a sky-blue ("Carolina blue") short-sleeve polo shirt, khaki shorts, and sandals.
>> 12:17 PM
>> 12:14 PM
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Ich studiere Wirtschaft und Geographie. Ich finde Geld und die Erde interessant und auch wichtig.
>> 2:33 PM
>> 10:51 AM
Monday, March 28, 2005
Might as well add:- Marjorie Perloff, Differentials: Poetry, Poetics, Pedagogy
>> 6:24 PM
- Susan Fraiman, Cool Men and the Second Sex
- John McGowan, Hannah Arendt: An Introduction
- Susan Stewart, Poetry and the Fate of the Senses
My advisor just posted an incredibly dejected entry in his blog. Everything's bleak. :(
>> 4:21 PM
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Is it wrong that listening to Mariah Carey's #1s album is making me boppy and happy?
>> 12:37 PM
>> 10:43 AM
Saturday, March 26, 2005
[Undulating carpet.]
>> 3:53 PM
>> 3:11 PM
>> 3:07 PM
And yesterday morning, I was trying to imagine being in a cozy, dry apartment.
Of course this flooding has been quite stressful, leading to a fiendishly chain-smoking Rob.
>> 9:21 AM
>> 8:36 AM
Friday, March 25, 2005
Ok. Just a few more minutes while you finish your reading. Then we go.
>> 12:18 PM
Pay attention to me! To me!!!!
>> 12:02 PM
When are we leaving? We've been here forever.
>> 11:53 AM
>> 11:07 AM
Giles and I are working from office this morning.
>> 11:00 AM
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Water drama update.Ok. So this time it was the apartment next to us that had a pipe burst in a heating/air conditioning unit. SAME PROBLEM WE HAD. I sure hope this gets the management to check the piping in other units. It seems that this case was slightly worse than ours to have leaked into the surrounding apartment so much. The water remover people came and vacuumed up as much water from the carpet as they could. Then they removed the soaked padding under the carpet. Then they set up big fans to blow under the tacked-down carpet. These are to run all night. They will check the dampness of things tomorrow morning. Once the carpet and flooring is sufficiently dry, they will put in new padding and patch things up. Good as new. Ha.
Meanwhile, Giles is freaked out by the undulating carpet. He runs up to the fan, barks at it, bites the carpet, then runs away.
For the last three hours, Rob, Giles, and I sat out on the patio while people traipsed through our apartment. I got bitten twice by mosquitoes (one mosquito?), putting out the citronella candle too late.
>> 6:04 PM
>> 3:04 PM
A former police chief who helped pioneer community patrolling, Mayor Potter has 14 grandchildren and says a city's health should be measured by its youngest citizens. "We can't let Portland become a retirement city or a city without neighborhood schools," he said.
Hells no. Children should be banished from any respectable place. Haven't we all learned by now how evil children are and how they get people to do evil things? Think of all the evil children in horror movies; the creepiness of child ghosts and such is not so much the uncanniness of supposed innocence gone awry -- it's because children are just evil! Have we learned nothing from [Buffy]? The idea of children, the "need" to protect them and their innocence, is often an awful motive for violence, killings, and more. Grrrr.
>> 12:03 PM
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
I am such a bad dog owner. Last night on our last walk, we passed the evil grey cat who lives upstairs. As usual, the cat made this weird, meow-hiss type noise. Giles, of course, wanted to go up and play with the cat. I figured since we'd passed the evil cat dozens of times by now that it would be okay for eager Giles to get just a little bit closer to say hi. And before I knew it, the cat lunged and took a swipe at Giles's face. :(Giles had some blood at the corner of his left eye. And he squinted his eye something fierce. I fear I have partially blinded him for life with my stupidity. He seems okay this morning. Still a little cautious about things approaching his eyes (like my hands). He's not acting like he can't see out of his left eye, though.
Rain-soaked dog.
And now it's raining quite heavily outside. We got wet during our morning walk. Rob didn't want me to take him to doggy day care today so that Giles can rest and protect his injury. I caused Giles to miss out on his favorite day of the week. :( I was so sad last night I cried in bed until he came up to the bed from his crate.
I want to stay home all day with dog instead of going to work.
I am bad. :(
>> 7:49 AM
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Oh yeah, and earlier today, after a solid two-and-a-half hours spent browsing the shelves at the campus bookstore, I walked away with three books:- Virginia Woolf, Flush (a biography of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's cocker spaniel)
- Jonathan Culler and Kevin Lamb, eds., Just Being Difficult? Academic Writing in the Public Arena
- Cary Wolfe, Critical Environments: Postmodern Theory and the Pragmatics of the "Outside"
>> 8:50 PM
What is this weird television show Lie Detector on PAX? And why am I watching it?
I finally selected some poems for my students to write about in this final unit of the composition class. The poems are:
- "Eating Poetry," Mark Strand
- "The Mother," Gwendolyn Brooks
- "Gettysburg," Herman Melville
- "Theme for English B," Langston Hughes
- "The Distant Moon," Raphael Campo
- "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird," Wallace Stevens
- "The Unknown Citizen," W.H. Auden
- "Facing It," Yusef Komunyakaa
- "Farm Implements and Rutabagas in a Landscape," John Ashbery
- "At the Fishhouses," Elizabeth Bishop
- "Diving into the Wreck," Adrienne Rich
- "Ode to the Confederate Dead," Allen Tate
- "Persimmons," Li-Young Lee
>> 8:15 PM
Monday, March 21, 2005
My name is Procrastination.
>> 10:35 PM
>> 7:53 PM
Giles keeps me company in the sun room while I read.
>> 11:32 AM
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Arrr. Spring break is over. Back to work. So sad.I had this delicious Osh soup last night. I'm going to try this [recipe] I found on-line. I'll probably add spinach because the Osh I had last night had spinach. And it was good. I don't recall mint and dill flavoring, though.....
>> 4:52 PM
Giles at the window.
>> 8:12 AM
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Rob smoking and talking on cell phone on the patio.
>> 1:05 PM
A book I bought today.
Today, Rob and I went to the [North Carolina International Auto Expo 2005]. It was underwhelming, even though neither of us have been to car shows before. They really just had this year's models out for display from various car manufacturers. Only one or two concept cars. Nothing from next year's models. But hey, now I can say I've been to a car show. Surprisingly, there were no bikini-clad women. Just one woman with a skin-tight tank-top-short-shorts outfit. She was signing autographs for something. I'm not sure what.
>> 12:21 PM
Friday, March 18, 2005
Drawings of Giles by me and Rob.
>> 9:54 PM
I hate cars. It cost me $1373.71 to get my car checked up and maintained. Grrrrr.
>> 4:28 PM
It would help if I prepared more food at home. It's been many months since I've really cooked. I'd already pretty much stopped cooking meat at home. What I'm doing now is limiting my meat intake to one meal a day. It might not sound like a lot, but at least it'll get me to thinking more conscientiously about the decisions I make about making or ordering food. This'll probably mean doing more shopping at the Whole Foods and other more veggie-friendly grocers.
>> 8:24 AM
Thursday, March 17, 2005
[House Introduces Legislation to Delay Removal of Feeding Tube]:On Thursday, Schiavo's parents, Bob and Mary Schindler, filed an emergency motion at the Supreme Court to stop the removal of her feeding tube so lower courts can consider whether their daughter's religious freedom and due process rights have been violated.
The House bill, passed on a voice vote, would move such a case to federal court. Federal judges have twice turned down efforts by the parents to move the case out of Florida courts, citing a lack of jurisdiction.
Senate Republicans are introducing a separate bill to give Schiavo and her family standing in federal court, and they hope it can be debated on Thursday, a GOP aide said.
Under the House legislation, a federal judge would decide whether withholding or withdrawing food, fluids or medical treatment from an incapacitated person violates the Constitution or U.S. law.
I just don't see why this is such a big deal. Notice how "religious freedom" becomes a term for marking out evangelical Christian values, though.
>> 12:30 PM
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Frog in Love, by Max Velthuijs
This book is perfect for Rob and me since he's a frog and I'm a duck.
Just awhile ago, Rob was using Giles as a pillow. But then his pillow ran away from him to see what I was doing in the study.
We just got back from seeing [Cursed], the Wes Craven-directed, Kevin Williamson-penned movie. It had a similar feel to their earlier collaboration, Scream, but ultimately wasn't as interesting or tautly put together. Eh. Props for the gay jock, though.
Earlier today, at Giles's examination, the vet said she could so take him home with her. Giles is so good at fooling people into thinking he's a cute, well-behaved dog. In fact, he is crazy and destructive. We love him anyways.
>> 9:21 PM
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
I swear this was not my idea.
>> 5:46 PM
Monday, March 14, 2005
Woot! [California Court Rules Same-Sex Marriage Ban Unconstitutional]:While many aspects of history, culture and tradition are properly embedded in the law, Judge Kramer wrote, the prohibition against same-sex marriage is not. "The state's protracted denial of equal protection cannot be justified simply because such constitutional violation has become traditional," he wrote.
>> 4:55 PM
>> 12:40 PM
I wonder why I have such major mood swings. There's nothing really identifiable as a reason for my mood change. This could be depression. Or it could be a symptom of a huge lag in emotional recognition. That is, something bad happens, but then it takes me awhile to start feeling bad, thereby making it extremely difficult for me to identify what troubles me in order to address it. But then I think this is the easy way out. I mean, it just means that I can justify my irritability and meanness, rationalize away something that might just be unconnected to things-in-my-life. Maybe I am upset at Rob. Maybe something else....
. . .
On a brighter note, I just saw the statistical results of course evaluations for the lit class I taught last semester. They were generally good. I basically got on average between a 4 and 5 on the questions -- 4 being the "agree" category (with 5 being "strongly agree") for questions like, "This course challenged me to think deeply about the subject matter" or "This course challenged me to think deeply about the subject matter."
>> 9:58 AM
Saturday, March 12, 2005
[Mr. Giles barks at birthday balloon.]
>> 1:25 PM
Friday, March 11, 2005
Ok. So I think I've watched enough television for my whole week-long break already. Five hours spent on the couch staring at the moving pictures as Giles looked at me reproachfully from his bed. Sigh. And it's not even like I've been watching anything really good. For the last three hours or so, I've been watching a couple of Sandra Bullock movies in a row on TBS -- While You Were Sleeping and now Forces of Nature which seems to be a string of pronouncements about the impossibility of marriage/monogamy. I wouldn't be surprised if the movie ends with a happily-ever-after marriage, nevertheless.So Rob and I watched [Mean Girls] a couple nights ago after I took him out for his (second) birthday dinner. It was quite funny with lots of great one-liners and snarky dialogue. Of course, it had some troubling elements, like its figuring of Africa as a land of savage animals and the suggestion that there are no schools there (since the main character Cady was home-schooled by her biologist parents while they were doing research there). Ultimately, it says of social antagonism that it is the result of a need to validate oneself through hurting others. Kind of a pat understanding of socialization and subjectivity. But it makes a lot of sense, at least in that weird place called high school.
I have to say the opening line of one of the reviews on IMDb is awesome:
I have to admit that despite being a straight, 22 year old guy I have always had a weakness for teen films...
How many straight boys have to re-script their understanding of masculinity to admit that they like teen films?. . .
>> 10:36 PM
So sad, though, that when I left work this afternoon, I was greeted with cold rain. And it was sunny and nice earlier in the day, too.
I had a pretty successful day to kick off my vacation. I had a follow-up conversation with the woman who observed my class on Thursday. She was very positive and supportive about my teaching. And then I led a discussion about teaching strategies with about ten teaching fellows (is that a gendered term?). And then I finished compiling midterm grades for my students. And then I went to work at the Press a bit. And now I'm home! And Giles was happy to see me. He made his stretching-vocalizing noise a couple of times. And I chased him around the apartment. And now he's lying under the table by my feet.
For the first time in weeks I'm feeling stress-free!
>> 3:46 PM
Thursday, March 10, 2005
My dog is cuter than you.
. . .
In preparation for Spring Break, some Chris Evans shirtless-hotness:
Stolen from the web somewhere.
Posted at [33mhz].
Can't wait to see him in [Fantastic Four]. He's dreamy. I made Rob watch [Cellular] with me. It was quite an awful movie. Rob didn't think it was worth watching. But I thought Chris was still dreamy in it. And the boardwalk sequence at the beginning was worth the agony of the rest of the movie's flimsy storytelling. It was, like, let's squeeze in every conceivable thing that people experience or think about cell phones. Dropped calls, weird crossed-lines, batteries dying, caller-id, and so on. I've already repressed the more exaggerated, improbable things.
>> 11:24 AM
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
[Necrophilia among ducks ruffles research feathers.] Um.
>> 12:58 PM
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
I spend too much time taking pictures of Giles.
>> 10:18 PM
Giles on the ride home from daycare.
>> 5:20 PM
>> 8:18 AM
Monday, March 07, 2005
This is how I feel today.
>> 11:53 AM
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Sigh. Living in exile is such a pain.Christina Aguilera bending over for Skechers.
At the mall today, the student who has gone AWOL from my class was working at Origins. I was hoping she wouldn't recognize me. No such luck, though.
>> 3:18 PM
Friday, March 04, 2005
Just out from the first keynote address for the second conference I'm attending today, a symposium on [Gender and Ethnic Conflict] at Duke. See, this weekend was supposed to be busy but full of very useful, thought-provoking material. Instead, I've missed a whole bunch of stuff while soaking up water from my apartment floor, packing up all the clutter so that the water evacuaters (not sure what their official designation is) could tear out the carpet and padding, and then running in and out of panel sessions to field calls about the apartment and Giles who was dropped off at doggy day care to save him from the trauma of the apartment situation. I haven't been back to my apartment since I left this morning shortly after ten. They should've finished tearing out all the carpeting and set up dehumidfiers and blowers to dry out the place. The carpet people won't be coming until Monday, though, so Rob, Giles, and I are exiled for the weekend.I got to talk to a couple of cool British academics at the first conference today. I was too shy to talk to the one speaker I was really interested in meeting. I walked into his talk late (because of the whole flood thing) and therefore didn't get a chance to hear out his argument. And then later, I passed by him in the building -- we were both sort of milling around outside the sessions -- and could've but didn't grab him to say hello and ask him about his work. Oh well.
>> 3:42 PM
>> 5:15 AM
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Ha ha. I'm such a geek. I'm sitting in the Friday Center just off campus right now, early for this conference [Navigating the Globalization of the American South]. But that's not the geeky part. The geeky part comes when I went to the registration booth to register. I gave my last name, and the woman there said, "Ah yes, I recognize the name. You were the first person to register for this conference." Can I help it that there's a conference exactly on a topic I taught about and am interested in researching more?
>> 3:08 PM
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
HOLY SHIT!The [UNC student] who was beat up by homophobes on Friday is a former student of mine. This means I know the victim of a hate crime.
>> 8:04 PM
I just received an e-mail from the library science graduate student intern who will be leading the library tutorial day for my composition class. Her name is so familiar. So I looked up her information on-line (google-stalked), and it appears quite likely that she was a fellow student in my high school -- not necessarily one I knew well, but I think I can actually picture her face, and especially her hair. It would be something like ten years since I've seen her, but if it is her, wow. What a strange convergence for two people from my high school in California to end up clear across the country, in different graduate programs, but meeting up at this one class session. I replied to her e-mail about the tutorial day and then noted that her name sounds very familiar. We'll see if she thinks I'm totally wacko or stalker-y.
Update, 8:40 pm: Yup, she is in fact who I remember. She just e-mailed me back. I guess we'll be doing some catching up soon.
>> 7:17 PM
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
It's March!Matteo hisses and bats at Giles.
>> 11:58 AM
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