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I want to start off subject. Picasso used to abbreviate the name for his journal to jou--which evidently in French means a certain lust for life and playfulness. I am currently reading a book on modernism and jazz so the information seems appropriate, but I'm also here writing a journal of sorts, and I'm thinking, 'do I have fun with this thing?' I'm not sure that I do--though, I'm sure that I should.
But the long cold Winter is over. I am in shorts today. And with the end of the Winter comes an insurmountable will to read. Yes, it might have been more profitable to have this will during the colder months, but no, my nature has an irony all its own, and so it is only now that I am devouring books. In the last couple weeks, in addition to my school work, I have finished Vineland, read The Postmodern Condition, gotten half way through the Washington Irving's The Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon, 3/4 of the way through this book on Modernism and Jazz, and...it feels like I'm forgetting a book.
Also, writing...I'm writing, it's true. Though I cannot blame this at all on the lack of snow on the ground. Rather, herr Drivler has taken the role of my #1 fan until such time as I can go to book clubs in order to give me the necessary boost to the arm to get the ole shock tea juices a-flowin' again. We're moving page by page through the book, and it's going great. I write this of course so that in five hundred years, scholars working in a Clemins Studies department will trace up on my name (a footnote in some journal somewhere) discover my blog, learn of my book, read it, and then attempt to shift all of that centuries critical perspectives so that they can see it as good, but to no avail, and I'll be forgotten again in a couple of decades. But still, two decades five centuries from now aint bad.
The Drivler is, by the way, incredibly insightful, and anyway, it gives us something to talk about on the phone....well, more than "so did you read my blog," or, "I knew this lady once and she...had like...lawn ornaments." This all of course a lie, normally we just hurl racial slurs at each other. I'll say, "You marginalized other." And the Drivler will say back, "Yeah, well well...you're a deracialized heteroginist."
Damn that hurts.
Today, I picket. I actually should be going down there soon, but I'm hoping to go for maximum picketage (we're on strike today only). In other words, its always bad to show up and then leave, but if you show up late enough, you can ride the event out until the end, and then you look like a trooper. Which, in fact, I am. Then after that, its off to discuss Lisa Lowe and her ground breaking theories about Asian Americans. Nobody has ever written this particular book, using these particular words in this particular order the way that Lisa Lowe does.
So, I'm putting this out on the wire. I'm buying a new computer. This one is breaking. It's overheating and I want to get a new one while I can still jump on the internet with the old one, in case I have to find all the drivers that haven't been updated on the new one. I'm getting a Dell desktop. Lynn, having listened to my computer's high pitch screech (which is what it does when it decides to break), jumped on line on her Macintosh laptop and got me a whole bunch of information. Man, I love her. She even looked up the requirements for Doom 3. Take that all you married men out there with less cool wives.
But the long cold Winter is over. I am in shorts today. And with the end of the Winter comes an insurmountable will to read. Yes, it might have been more profitable to have this will during the colder months, but no, my nature has an irony all its own, and so it is only now that I am devouring books. In the last couple weeks, in addition to my school work, I have finished Vineland, read The Postmodern Condition, gotten half way through the Washington Irving's The Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon, 3/4 of the way through this book on Modernism and Jazz, and...it feels like I'm forgetting a book.
Also, writing...I'm writing, it's true. Though I cannot blame this at all on the lack of snow on the ground. Rather, herr Drivler has taken the role of my #1 fan until such time as I can go to book clubs in order to give me the necessary boost to the arm to get the ole shock tea juices a-flowin' again. We're moving page by page through the book, and it's going great. I write this of course so that in five hundred years, scholars working in a Clemins Studies department will trace up on my name (a footnote in some journal somewhere) discover my blog, learn of my book, read it, and then attempt to shift all of that centuries critical perspectives so that they can see it as good, but to no avail, and I'll be forgotten again in a couple of decades. But still, two decades five centuries from now aint bad.
The Drivler is, by the way, incredibly insightful, and anyway, it gives us something to talk about on the phone....well, more than "so did you read my blog," or, "I knew this lady once and she...had like...lawn ornaments." This all of course a lie, normally we just hurl racial slurs at each other. I'll say, "You marginalized other." And the Drivler will say back, "Yeah, well well...you're a deracialized heteroginist."
Damn that hurts.
Today, I picket. I actually should be going down there soon, but I'm hoping to go for maximum picketage (we're on strike today only). In other words, its always bad to show up and then leave, but if you show up late enough, you can ride the event out until the end, and then you look like a trooper. Which, in fact, I am. Then after that, its off to discuss Lisa Lowe and her ground breaking theories about Asian Americans. Nobody has ever written this particular book, using these particular words in this particular order the way that Lisa Lowe does.
So, I'm putting this out on the wire. I'm buying a new computer. This one is breaking. It's overheating and I want to get a new one while I can still jump on the internet with the old one, in case I have to find all the drivers that haven't been updated on the new one. I'm getting a Dell desktop. Lynn, having listened to my computer's high pitch screech (which is what it does when it decides to break), jumped on line on her Macintosh laptop and got me a whole bunch of information. Man, I love her. She even looked up the requirements for Doom 3. Take that all you married men out there with less cool wives.
posted by Monstro D. Whale at
8:48 AM
1 Comments:
Yeah new computer! I too am saving up the pennies for some new computational box for home. Been looking at the Hewlett Packards at Best Buy. A nice computer with a new flatscreen for around $999, and then about 300 bucks in rebates. Figure 700 ain't bad. Like the HP because of all the card readers right on the front for digital photos.
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