Um. OK. Kung-Pao Clits ... um. Oh, yuck. Korn scares me. It fits into one of those "pseudo-heavymetal bands that creep me out" category. Kid Rock is also in this category. And yeah ... Lindathemum, are you out there? Tonight I found myself at a karaoke event at the local neighborhood bar, and I had waaaaaay more fun than any human being should reasonably have with a microphone and bad songs. I jumped up there and belted out "Total Eclipse of the Heart" by Bonnie Tyler for all it was worth, while some guy I've never seen before in my life did the backup vocals. I blame it all on the shot of Jagermeister I tackled. I think that secretly, Holly and Aamir wanted to go home long before I was ready to leave the bar. So I officially became the Irritating Single Friend. I've also just noticed that I'm typing in sentence fragments, which is probably a sign that it's time for this singin' diva to hit the bricks.
posted by Kate at 2:51 AM link/comments
Friday, September 28, 2001
In my ENGL 101 classes today, I had my students bring in offensive song lyrics, since we're now talking about free speech issues. I got a full-fledged education from them along the lines of Insane Clown Posse, Korn, Necro, Afro Man, and Lil' Kim. I pretended like I didn't know a damn thing about "popular" music (which wasn't hard, because I didn't know much about Afro Man, for instance) and the students gave me the low down on everything. I had them pretend to be censors, and they had to find offensive lines and explain why they were offensive. We had an amusingly good time, although it was hard to get them to be serious, because most of them thought it was perfectly fine that Korn sings a song with the line, "Kentucky Fried Kung-Pao Clits..." and they just stared at me when I was like, "Uh, I am the only person in this class who is slightly revolted by this particular description of the female anatomy?" Clearly, I am unhip. Or maybe they don't know what a clit is.
Billy Joe Bob -- we must continue this House of Leaves discussion. Paul tells me that if you take the first letter of certain sentences, it spells out other stuff. Paul was decoding it for awhile. I don't know how far he got. Any advice?
posted by Jen at 5:56 PM link/comments
Greetings to all blogsters. I have finally recovered from the Atlanta weekend...I slept off & on for three days after we got home...decompression from stress. I must investigate this House of Leaves thing. Ever since I beat the difficult version of Spider Solitaire there is a large void in my life. Lindathemum, are you back yet, or is BJB holding you there for ransom? I'll kick in a few bucks if need be.
posted by L at 12:15 PM link/comments
Wednesday, September 26, 2001
Hooray for "House of Leaves" dreams, although in a slightly creepy, glad i don't have them anymore, kind of way. As for terrorist attack predictions, yeah yeah yeah, remind me to tell you about the book about the Titanic which came out nine months before it happened.
posted by billyjoe noodle-bob at 8:36 PM link/comments
Yeah, I did read House of Leaves while listening to Poe -- the class I'm in is incredibly, uh, "up to date" on these things, so someone burned a copy of the CD for me and yeah, the whole experience is scaring the shit out of my sandbags, to borrow a phrase I heard last night. And just to prove that I've actually worked my way through this bizarre book, I know that the monologue on track #18 on the CD is one of the footnotes somewhere before page 168. It's the kind of book that gets into your dreams. A classmate who is farther along in it than I reported that Danielewski (that's the author, Poe's brother) actually predicted the terrorists attacks in this book. Whoa.
posted by Jen at 6:50 PM link/comments
Ohhhhh. So that's the book that you were on about, Bill, every time the Poe CD was played. Hooray for points of reference. Burton, can you just pick up a southern accent that quickly? Shouldn't it take work? It's not just something you haul off and pick up at Wal-Mart. I heard loads of southern accents in Atlanta. My favorite belonged to the stylist who cut my hair in a fancy Atlanta salon. He finished my haircut, stood back to admire his handywork, and said "Well ah thaink yew just look cuter'n a bug's ear." Back in Cleveland now (since Monday afternoon, actually). Taking two days off work for the wedding means that I'm at the breaking point here at my desk, despite the fact that all I really want at the moment is a stiff drink and a long nap. The weekend wedding fiasco was ... erm ... one helluva thing. Let's just put it this way: When you have a large Polish/Lithuanian family, when the family reunites, everything that happens becomes extraordinarily bizarre. Trust me when I say that you haven't lived until you've seen my mother's 60+-year-old cousins, Jerry and Dennis, dance to polka music waving white hankerchiefs like torreador capes, while my just-married uncle tears around the dance floor pretending to be a bull.
posted by Kate at 3:22 PM link/comments
Tuesday, September 25, 2001
Oooo... I told Zack, but I'll give you all the scoop.
I have an interview, wednesday, with a company that says they will hire me, and train me so I can get MSCE and A+ certified.
Min salary for someone with those certs = $45k, avg in DC = $72k.
Needless to say, I'm kind of exicted.
Oh, and something that is finally starting to dawn on me.
I'm a southerner now.
I live in the South.
People all around me, that speak English, as the qualifier, have southern accents.
I am getting a southern accent.
posted by Mike at 11:17 PM link/comments
OOOOOER - I've read house of leaves - it's creeeeeepy. The trick is to buy Poe's CD, Haunted and listen to it while you're reading. You see, Poe's the sister of the guy who wrote the book, and they go together. The CD is creepy too. I think Jen (Ohio version) has a copy, so she might burn it for you. Have fun in Atlanta, Kate. It sounds like the weather there is better than it is here atm, and weddings can be such fun, especially when you have a flamboyant gay cousin and his new boyfriend to play with.
btw - matching tshirts = bad.
posted by billyjoe noodle-bob at 9:01 PM link/comments
Monday, September 24, 2001
Hmmm...I feel like the blog is all mine, like I'm home alone in blog land. I'm reading a massive novel for one of my classes, called House of Leaves, and it's all about a house that is bigger on the inside that it is on the outside. It's freaking me out, because it's an experimental novel to begin with, full of unorthodox things like blue words, blank pages, and ten-page footnotes. But it has like four narratives going on a once. And then there's this creepy-ass house, which itself is sufficient enough to make a startling story. I recommend it. And the book is thick enough to make a nice door stop.
posted by Jen at 7:26 PM link/comments
Friday, September 21, 2001
/The wedding sounds like fun. What does Jen have to do this weekend? Grade 50 papers. My joy is uncontained. I'm going to drink myself under the quiet tables of the Quiet Bar.
posted by Jen at 7:11 PM link/comments
Quiet Bar. Deep, soft chairs. We need one of those in Cleveland. I have yet to find a bar in town that I can stand to be in for more than an hour without going mad from the noise and hard-chair-induced sciatica. Speaking of Cleveland, I'm not there. I'm reporting live from Atlanta, GA. My uncle and almost-aunt are getting married, which will effectively render my almost-aunt my aunt. This is good because I'll no longer have to refer to her with a prefix. Every time I come down here, I'm struck by how much I really like Atlanta. Someone remind me why I continue to suffer Cleveland winters instead of just packing up and moving my butt down here. As is generally the case wherever my family's concerned, the situation here is surreal. Seven family members/family-friends-who-are-so-close-they-might-as-well-be-family-members departed the Pittsburgh International Airport last night bound for Atlanta. An aside here: The airport was weird. Very quiet. If you've ever so much as set foot in an airport, you'll know that no one travelling ever even looks at anyone else. Not so this time. Waiting at the gate to board the plane, everyone was clearly just a little on-edge, scanning the faces of their fellow passengers, presumably to assess whether they "looked" like a hijacker. Admittedly, knowing full well that it was stupid and shallow, I did it, too. I'm kind of ashamed of that, but here's admitting it in a public forum in the hopes of purging my sin. In any event, we all boarded the plane wearing matching tshirts. My mother thought it would be a fabulous idea to have tshirts made for the occasion. Navy blue shirts with "Michele and Bill, 9/23/01" printed on them, with little American flags beneath the typesetting. Airline personnel was amused. I tried my best to be good-natured about it and to suppress leftover teenage "my parents are making me wear matching tshirts, omygod, i am like soooo mortified" rage. Flight was lovely, for what I remember of it. As is my habit, I popped back a couple of Dramamine before takeoff and enjoyed a anti-nausea-medication-induced snooze from about the 10,000-feet mark of airspace to the tarmac of the Atlanta airport. Hell yeah. Last night, the 8 of us stayed in Bill and Michele's 2-bedroom house, in varying makeshift sleeping arrangements, while Bill and Michele stayed at a hotel. Tonight, my cousin arrives along with his boyfriend, much to the horror of his conservative Republican parents. Karma for the intolerant. I love it. And besides which, my cousin having a boyfriend will distract from the fact that I don't. Score. Round and round we go. Should be a scream. *big grin*
posted by Kate at 11:21 AM link/comments
Thursday, September 20, 2001
Origami, huh? Maybe when my students turn in their essays on Friday, I'll just suggest they fold them up into little birds. Could be more entertaining than reading what they've actually written...
I'm very happy to report that the Moscow Best Western (a mere two blocks from my apartment) has a bar called "The Quiet Bar." It's, uh, quiet. That's it's gimmick. It's dark and quiet with deep, soft chairs and no extraneous noise at all. I think it's absolutely hilarious that they named it "The Quiet Bar."
posted by Jen at 6:27 PM link/comments
Wednesday, September 19, 2001
Weird Search Engine Query Du Jour: Someone dropped by here after running a Google search for "bare body pictures of aamir." Holly, someone's apparently looking for skin pics of your man.
posted by Kate at 10:21 AM link/comments
Hi Kate, readers, I guess I just wanted to appropriate a US weblog while I still gots the k-rad skillz :c)
I called it a 'fold-in', a play on 'fold-out', as seen in a skin book near you, and 'sit-in' or 'love-in' or whatever it is the kids do these days. It was an amazingly 'gladdening' experience, a number of people *thanking me* (ye gods) for an opportunity to make a statement, or contribution, to a 'cause' they felt they supported, or wanted to endorse. I'm supposed to be writing up some kind of manifesto about it (I've got some public space booked at the local installation-art facility) but I'm too busy suppressing fits of hysteria reading the Something Awful Forums, both their SA Photoshop Challenge and their threads on current affairs. Peace, out. All Hail Eris! All Hail Discordia!
posted by Alex at 3:07 AM link/comments
Tuesday, September 18, 2001
Oh. Look who popped by while I was posting that last thing. Hey, Alex. Long time no see. Hmmm. An origami-in. Brilliant idea. Our very own Melinda is magnificently skilled in papercrane-fu, so we'd even have an instructor.
posted by Kate at 9:57 PM link/comments
Now, my first instinct was to ask who she was, but seeing as how I wouldn't recognize the name anyway, I don't suppose it much matters. I can't say I've ever obsessed about a porn star. But I have been known to cast longing thoughts at certain celebrities. I have dreams of shopping for china patterns with John Cusack.
posted by Kate at 9:53 PM link/comments
This link will take you to a website that contains graphic examples of the effects of Depleted Uranium munitions on civilian life. You can just read the first few page-downs worth of text, the photos, which are extremely graphic (think crack-baby times two) start a fair way down the page. Notice that the baby of a Gulf War veteran also appears in this page, a reminder that it doesn't just affect the "towel-heads" (pejorative used under advice). I dare say that if I was a veteran I would be thinking 'Now I know how McVeigh felt'. Yesterday I went to a city train station and made paper cranes with complete strangers from about 8am to 5pm. We made about a hundred in that time. It was an uplifting experience and I reccomend anyone it to wanting to do something to speak out against war in a non-violent and peaceful manner. Search for 'origami+crane' on Google or simply start at Origami.com.
posted by Alex at 9:48 PM link/comments
I come here to confess something, of which I am not proud of.
I have found myself, obsessing about a porn star.
*Hangs head in shame*
And I have Sean to be a glaring example of how that goes.
Ya know, ya read the bio on these people, expecting popcorn and fluff, and 99.99999% of the time, that's what you find.
Who knew that some incredibly sexy women, who are filmed having sex repeatedly could be intelligent and funny.
Not obesessing, must not obsess...
posted by Mike at 7:12 PM link/comments
Monday, September 17, 2001
Sign outside my office building: Free Mumia! Handwritten under this in black felt-tip marker: With $20 Purchase!
posted by Kate at 6:10 PM link/comments
Sunday, September 16, 2001
I went to the mall today. It occurs to me that I used to really like going to the mall, but it also occurs to me that my having affection for the mall was during my adolescent years. I think any fondness I had must have died at the end of adolescence along with my penchant for writing "shocking" sacrilegious poetry, and my dreams of marrying a singer from a grunge rock band. The reason for my trek into the bowels of consumerism was a visit to an eyeglass retailer called The Only Store Within a 15-Mile Radius of You That Didn't Give You a Hard Time About Your Insurance Company's Vision Coverage When You Phoned. My vision coverage works like this: If I get frames that have a retail cost of $150 or less, I get them for 50% off. However, if they're more than $150 retail, the discount plummets to 30%. The saleswoman at the store, who was actually quite wonderful in that she was friendly and didn't try to sell me something I didn't need (there was no "for only $50 more, we'll apply a special coating to your frames that wards off evil gypsy spirits" or anything), showed me the "under $150" selection of frames. This consisted primarily of about 700 pairs of frames from the "Your Great-Aunt" collection, and about 5 pairs of frames from the "Something You Might Actually Consider Wearing On Your Face" collection. I found a pair I rather liked ($99 retail - whee-hoo!) and coughed up $95 for the frames, lenses, and scratch-resistant coating. Part of the drawback to going to a place that actually accepted my insurance was that they weren't one of those one-hour places, so I ponied up the cash and agreed to come back in four days to pick up the glasses. Oh well. Since I was already at the mall, I foolishly decided to take a stroll around for a while to kill Sunday-afternoon time. I meandered into Dillard's and had barely crossed the threshold before being assaulted, typically, by a perfume saleswoman, who lunged at me armed with a cologne bottle. Her: Would you like to try Manifesto, the new fragrance by Isabella Rossalini?
Manifesto???? The hell is that? The fragrance for wordy political militants?? To tell the truth, I felt a little guilty about being at the mall at all. Something about the country having been slapped upside the head this week made an activity as frivolous as shopping seem highly inappropriate, but then again, I suppose there's really no good that can come of sitting at home fretting about it. What really slayed me, though, was that the mall was having some Bridal Bonanza (with an equally-ridiculous title) complete with recruited 17-year-old models prancing around the mall commons in lavish white bridal gowns while a middle-aged woman dressed in what looked like a cheap prom dress played The Wedding March on a harp. That was the straw. I beelined for the nearest exit.
Me (wincing): No, thank you.
posted by Kate at 4:18 PM link/comments
Friday, September 14, 2001
Mike -- I passed the word on to Paul that you're alive. So you were about ten miles from the Pentagon, eh? Amazing and scary. Glad you're OK. Oh, and what in the world is up with your Starbucks customers? It's intolerable. Even inhumane. People just don't get it. Similar story -- friend of mine works at the co-op bakery. For obvious reasons, they weren't making their usual batch of cinnamon rolls on Tuesday morning. All the customers were understanding, except one, who absolutely freaked out and was screaming about how she just wanted a cinnamon roll, and couldn't they make her one? And the employees were like, "No. No we can't."
Classes were cancelled today. My students are being amazing and turning in their work anyway, even though I just sent out a mass email telling them to not worry about assignments until next week. The tension on campus is, uh, churning. That's the only way I can think to describe it. Nothing definite has happened yet but it's all there, all the signs -- fervent patriotism clashing with distrust of every dark-skinned international student, peaceniks hanging "peace can only be achieved through nonviolence" signs on the ROTC building. In one of Paul's classes (one that he teaches) a guy stood up and read a poem. Just out of nowhere. Paul was blown away. He literally did not know what to do.
I have a student from Kuwait in one class. I'm just about terrified that someone else in the class will assume this kid is Bin Laden's son or something completely off base like that. That's why I gave a very careful talk about not being racist, xenophobic, prejudiced, whatever. Hopefully they listened.
And on a final capitalist note that will make you puke -- gas stations across the border in Washington charged as much as $7 a gallon for gas on Tuesday, and people lined up to buy it.
posted by Jen at 1:49 PM link/comments
Thursday, September 13, 2001
I can't imagine you couldn't get security clearance, Mike. You're mostly harmless. Bit of a wiseass, maybe, but I don't think that qualifies as a black mark where federal assessment is concerned. *grin* Jen, I don't envy you. I would feel very weird being in a position of authority (like teaching a class) and not being able to give any answers. As for the Starbucks patrons, what nerve. Did it really affect people's lives that much to miss out on their morning double venti half-caf mocha-frappe, particularly in light of this national crisis? Someone should tell these people that it is possible to procure coffee outside of Starbucks. They should also be slapped.
posted by Kate at 11:46 PM link/comments
Ugh. My patience was put to the test today.
Starbucks, at least in the DC and Manhattan areas, were closed yesterday, simply out of respect for those mourning, and in recognition of all this crap happening.
Well, we opened today after being closed for two days.
Most of the customers were curious why we were closed, and understood the reasoning, even appreciated it for what it tried to be. Others... grrr...
I just wanted to reach over and strangle.
"So, did you enjoy your day off?" -Said by older white woman, in fancy clothes, and a feather hat. The tone, snide.
"You know, the government was open yesterday, who do you people think you are?" -Said by middleaged white man in expensive tailored suit. Tone, obvious.
And other, less annoying comments, but all adding up.
Most people though were cool, and it was interesting to hear their conversations, or talk with them about what happened.
In other news, I may be zeroing in on a $60 - $70K job. If I can get security clearance.
posted by Mike at 11:33 PM link/comments
It's very bizarre to be in Idaho right now, watching all this on TV, a few time zones away, a few eons away. I will post more later, but I'll say that yesterday in my English 101 classes, teaching grammar and paragraph organization lost all its meaning. I just came into class and said, "we're going to talk about the attack. You can leave if you want." But everyone stayed, and we just talked about it -- our fears, what we'd heard, how it all could have happened. Keep in mind these are almost all 18 year old white kids who have NEVER left Idaho. They were freaked out. They said no one had talked to them about it. One girl cried. And I was suddenly this counselor/crisis intervention person. It was, without a doubt, one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do. I mean, I just didn't know what to say, other than, "yeah, I'm pretty scared too, this really sucks." And I told them to be nice to the international students.
posted by Jen at 6:32 PM link/comments
Ahhh, Burton. Good to hear you're safe and sound. So today, it seems as though the general population has declared themselves amateur architects. This is the latest argument I'm hearing: "Why didn't they think about this when they were building the World Trade Center towers?" C'mon, people. They didn't consider it because it didn't occur to them, and for godsake why would it? Can you imagine? Architect hovering over some blueprints, hardhat cocked to one side, he's scratching his head contemplatively and saying, "Yeah, these look fantastic, but what happens when two commercial airliners, with full tanks of jet fuel, going speeds upwards of 300 miles per hour crash into these towers at approximately the 82nd floor? What will happen to the building's infrastructure?" Expecting that architects would consider every bizarre possibility is silly. If you're building a house, you don't stand there watching the construction and say to your spouse, "Yeah, honey, it looks great, but what's going to happen to the stain finish on the deck if it starts to rain angry jackyls?" Some things just can't be predicted.
posted by Kate at 11:35 AM link/comments
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
And, those of us in DC are fine. Sorry I didn't post sooner, but yesterday we were doing our best to contact family, and leave the line open for friends and family to call.
Me and Belinda work not more than 10 to 15 miles from the pentagon, and Steve himself works in the Justice Department building downtown. We heard the rumble from the crash, and saw the plumes of smoke rising.
Minutes after the planes crashed into the WTC, customers started telling us what they'd heard. Any and every little report.
I heard that two planes crashed into the WTC, that a bomb had gone off in the Pentagon, the Whitehouse was on fire, that a plane had crashed into Camp David, car bombs in downtown DC...
For about a half hour I was convinced that the US was under a prolonged terrorist attack.
I have to agree with Kate, last night I was singularly impressed with our nations leaders. And the American people as a whole as volunteers and rescuers dove into these sites to help the rescue efforts. Not to mention everyone across the nation giving blood.
It's disgusting to learn that there are people out there, in our own country laughing over this, or using it as an excuse for racist thoughts or actions.
Terrorists did this. Not Muslims, Arabs, or whatever else. Terrorists, that use a decent religion as... a means to an end, who have no real nationality.
I can only hope that as the next few days and weeks pass, the hot rage most are feeling boils off, and we are left with a patient, firm need to find exactly who did this, and punish them in such a way that no one thinks about trying it again for a long while.
posted by Mike at 1:57 PM link/comments
And Sean, good for you taking people in. I hope everyone's going to be ok.
posted by Kate at 9:40 AM link/comments
Seems to me, Sean, that America will never admit any sort of responsibility for what happened. Even if it becomes clear that this whole thing could have been prevented if the U.S. had taken a more active role in validating a marginalized Arab position, I'm too cynical to think that our country's chiefs are ever going to say, "Oh bugger. We really screwed up this time." Hell, it's pulling teeth as it is to get any elected official to admit that we goofed with slavery. That said, I'm with you on the fear of a xenophobic backlash. I smell incoming airport-security-induced discrimination lawsuits, from sea to shining sea.
posted by Kate at 9:38 AM link/comments
Official Six-Layer Kate Blog Member Statement:
this is difficult and trying...everything is so fucked up...reports are being made now that muslims and arabs are afraid of individual forms of harassment and racism (a well justified fear). god...i'm exhausted. i've been keeping track of everything since 9 this morning. i hope the american people realize that 1) we need to wait for the evidence to come in before we know to whom we may condemn 2) that if it is a pro-arab, islamic group that is responsible, that this group is an exception, and this is against the dictates of true islam. i also hope they realize that arabs do not want this, especially arab-americans. 3) that palestinians have no connection to Osama Bin Laden 4) that this horrible event is a direct response to america's indifference to the arab plight and to the racism and trials that arabs must face.
this is surreal...i'm going to wake up tomorrow...and i will not see the world trade center outside my window. there are thousands less of live, active human beings in new york city. that this is certainly the beginning of what will most probably be major, unfavorable changes in america, in new york, in me.
this is what i must force myself to realize...that people require my help. my roommates and i are opening our apartment to several other new school students whose dormitory was located quite near to the world trade center.
this is what i fear...besides the fact that this incident might tip the country into a recession, and the possible oncoming onslaughts of american xenophobia and racism, that this means war. and although military conflict is justified, it must be coupled with the realization that we need to realize our part in this. this is an incident for which no one escapes responsibility.
this is my prediction...we will trace this to osama bin laden. we will demand extradition from afghanistan. they will refuse. we will declare war.
surreal...every time i look at the footage, i remember what i saw. i remember seeing thousands of people die in only a few seconds. i realize i saw the destruction of an architectural wonder, an american symbol. i realize that whoever is responsible attacked my home. part of my home has been detroyed; my neighbors have been displaced, thrown into fear and chaos, distress.
a few seconds revealed a future to me, a future of whose character i know nothing; all i know is that i saw it, and that it is daunting.
posted by sean at 12:52 AM link/comments
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
I came close to crying a couple of times today when bits and pieces of the news came rolling in. But I didn't actually shed a tear until just now, when I started reading weblogs. Of course, everyone's talking about what happened. But what broke my heart was the sheer number of people who claim they don't care what's happened, or worse, those who claim to think it's funny. It's not a movie. It's not a summer blockbuster. Those people leaping out windows of the World Trade Center were real people. There were people this morning who spent the last moments of their existence staring down the business end of one of the world's tallest buildings, their minds trying to wrap around the idea that it was all over. It was just an ordinary day. How many times have all of us had just an ordinary day? How many times have we all jumped on an airplane, just wanting to go home. Not to sound like my grandmother here, but to those webloggers who think this is a joke: Shame on you. Shame on you for being such a cynical fuck that you think it attains you some new Level of Cool to act inhumanly callous about this. Christ knows that I am heavily critical of our society, but I can't muster any criticism for our nation's higher-ups here tonight. There are those who are saying that U.S. intelligence should have known this was going to happen. It's easy to say that in hindsight. The government shuffles through countless terrorist threats on a daily basis, the overwhelming majority of which yield absolutely nothing. How's anyone really to know what's real and what's not? Condemn the middle east. Condemn Afghanistan. Condemn Bin Laden. Condemn the executive branch for pulling out of the U.N. powwow. Condemn the Jews. Condemn whomever the fuck you want, if it really makes you feel better. But the fact of the matter is that this isn't anyone's fault (except, of course, for those who actually did the deed). It's just sad and senseless. And issuing your own little guilty verdict isn't going to rebuild the WTC buildings, or reconstruct those people in DC and New York and Pennsylvania whose bodies are now little more than a series of scattered molecules.
posted by Kate at 11:35 PM link/comments
It's good to know you're ok, Sean. Hang in there. I know it's no fun where you are right now. This whole thing has me shaken to the core. I can't really even comment past that.
posted by Kate at 10:44 PM link/comments
i'm ok, if anyone wants to know.
i was in brooklyn, but i saw everything either on television or from my apartment window.
the city is in such shock.
posted by sean at 2:34 PM link/comments
Monday, September 10, 2001
This blog ain't got no vigor these days.
As if I won't be busy enough as a grad student, I have volunteered three hours of my Monday mornings to be the Baker's Assistant at the local food co-op. I'm doing this because it gives me a massive discount on the pricey but wonderful things in the co-op. I start next week, 7-10 in the morning. I will be sleepy and there will be lots of warm bread dough. What will I purchase with my discount? The fake beef jerky? The jello without gelatin? The ever popular Pluot (a fruit that is a cross between a plum and an apricot)? I will keep the blog updated.
posted by Jen at 6:44 PM link/comments
Friday, September 07, 2001
Kate, what did you do to my last post? It's all blue and stuff. Linked.
I'm going to pout until you fix it.
I threw a frisbee around yesterday, for the first time in ages. There was a class out on the green with us, doing a very strange activity where they picked each other up and walked around like that. They were silent and serious. They should have been laughing because it's funny to carry your classmates around. It looked like one of those trust exercises. Or an initiation of some sort. Or maybe it's just a thing people do in Idaho when they're not fighting forest fires.
posted by Jen at 6:01 PM link/comments
Thursday, September 06, 2001
Erf. Shit. Forgot to close a hyperlink. Bad web designer! BAD! Sorry about that last entry. To repeat ... Not that everyone who reads this thing doesn't already read The Onion, but I couldn't resist mentioning something from this week's issue ... God Finally Gives Shout-Out Back To All His Niggaz
SOUTH BRONX, NY— The Lord Almighty finally responded to nearly two decades of praise in hip-hop album liner notes Monday, when He gave a shout-out back to all His loyal niggaz.
posted by Kate at 11:06 PM link/comments
Not that everyone who reads this thing doesn't already ready read