Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Deck the Haaaaaalls!


Oh man are we festive here at Mod 22. Because the Dollar Store by the Touch and Take recently got all renovated and fancy, and Katie and Dillon and I got all excited and bought decorations. Take a look:

Katie and I have stockings! Someone better put some presents in them before we leave. Also Rachel sent us Christmas cards! No one else did- shame on all of you.

This looks nicer at night, I promise.

Even our Quasar got into the spirit! We had a lot of these little bows, so I put them all over the place. At the top, you see the one that hangs above our Shoupie on the electrical box. The Shoupie is not pictured.

And this is the beautiful wreath that I made. And also Katie. I am very proud of the wreath. Also of Katie (she finished her paper!).

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Wingapelection!!

(Wingap)Election

So you know how there was an Election this week? Yea it was awesome. Hampshire was really into it, of course, and here are some photos to prove this point! How it went down:
-A whole lot of us got together because Bera said "hey guys we can order some Aircraft Carriers from Wings and it will be so awesome!" and we all said "Yes Bera you are a genius!" So then some 40 people or so showed up and threw money at Bera and Dillon and they made lots of wings appear. And then we all sat ourselves near a TV and pointed it at CNN and watched their crazy holograms and whatnot and ate so much chicken and cheered for blue and booed at red.
-After a few hours of this, we split up into smaller, alcohol-consuming groups scattered through various mods.
-Shortly thereafter, the magical 270 happened! We all ran outside to scream and dance and play music and generally be happy.
-This continued into the wee hours of the morning. I went to bed for class the next morning well before most people (grr Smith).

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Burning Down the House

Tired of the election? Don't want to study for a mid-term on Polish history? Me too! Let's look at pictures from last Friday and pretend we have no responsibilities!

Hallowe'en 08

Saturday, November 01, 2008

Living in America

More pictures of my fabulous life!

These are not Hallowe'en- in order to make things easy, I am waiting a little while for more Hallowe'en pictures to get uploaded to the Book of Faces, then I'll share. These are pictures of the crazy things we get up to in our perfectly ordinary daily life.

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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Utterly Non-Required, Not Even Suggested Reading

Oh man an update! Mostly about things you don't care about, i.e. what I thought about on the bus this morning. Deal!

First off, there was a guy with the New York Times, and I happened to notice that the front page had a picture of one Barack Obama and one John McCain. Not exactly a surprise, given Current Events, but I was fascinated by the fact that each man was in profile, and each was facing a different direction. Obama (the top picture, perhaps incidentally) faced the right, and McCain the left. This might be random, but I'm sure the NYT had plenty of images of the candidates from which to choose, and I find this particular juxtaposition fascinating, because of something Art Spiegelman explained in his lecture Friday (I saw Art Spiegelman Friday, if you didn't notice in Twitter- he talked about comics, of course, and his development as a comic-making man, and it was fascinating and amazing and made me want to buy his new book, which is the purpose of a book tour anyway), about the visual vocabulary we're used to. He had a strip from Nancy up as a quintessential comic strip, and pointed out that we could tell Nancy was going into a store in one panel because she was walking to the right, and leaving the store in the next because she was walking to the left. This works because we read from left to right, so anything that goes opposite that direction is "backwards" or "inward-turning" and anything that follows that eyeline is "forwards" or "outward, away-turning." So, in our Obama/McCain images, we have one man facing backwards and one forwards. One towards the past and one towards the future? Ironically, McCain has often tried to distance himself from the past, especially the most recent past and the Bush years. In any case, there is your moment of "The New York Times has crazy liberal bias all over the place" for the day. Please do vote. If you aren't sure who to pick, you haven't been paying attention, but, if it helps you, I voted for Obama and I'd recommend it- it was a nice experience, bubbling in the circle next to his name on my absentee ballot. I'd do it again, but that's illegal.


I actually don't care that much about photos in the New York Times, and I care a lot about representations of minorities, masculinity, and sexual transgression in literature. I've been having Hampshire College Third Year Concentration Ennui for the past two months or so, just like all my friends, and I got super lucky and broke through it on the bus this morning. I'm very excited- I was so ready to quit school and had no idea what to do with myself, and now I'm excited about Things again, and so ready to completely rework my Div II just like every Hampshire student does. Carmen, of all things, is what finally got me excited again... we're reading it in Don Juan class right now, and I've been whining because I didn't see how it was all the relevant- just 'cause she refuses to settle down with one person doesn't mean she's at all like Don Juan, who prefers to have sex with every woman he sees, whether she wants to or not. But we had a great discussion about the similarities and differences between Carmen and Don Juan in class today, and I'm beginning to form ideas for my final paper about Dorian Gray (who actually bears more resemblance to Carmen than to Don Juan, but is definitely in the same tradition) and I actually care about something for the first time this semester. It goes like this:
All 3 are similar, first off, because of their sexual transgressions. It's the most salient fact about each character- Don Juan is defined in the popular imagination by his seduction of women, and by their sheer number. Carmen is likewise a lover above all else, and Dorian Gray is a breaker of many sexual taboos, among his other sins. The three also follow the same basic plot/character arc: a series of seductions and crimes against society are committed, a spurned lover (or more than one) vows vengeance, vengeance is enacted and the hero (anti-hero?) dies. The actual act of vengeance varies greatly between the three characters, but I'll get to that. All three characters are tricksters and liars of a sort- Don Juan is the most straightforward- he loves tricking people, and that is his main motivation, particularly in earlier incarnations. Carmen likewise uses trickery and charm to get what she wants, although she refuses to lie, and does use tricks to achieve her romantic aims. Dorian Gray is the least inclined to trickery, but it could be argued that the portrait is an elaborate trick on society- it is the ultimate act of pretending to be what one is not, and the perfect disguise for his life of debauchery. Just as Don Juan pretends to be interested in only one woman at a time, usually promising to marry his current fancy, Dorian Gray can pretend to be innocent and pure because of his beautiful, eternally youthful appearance. Carmen uses her beauty and charm for criminal purposes- she helps smugglers, and she spins fantastic stories to Don Jose to escape when he has arrested her. The use of charming words is essential to the Don Juan myth, and Carmen employs it, although she extends it to music- frequently she sings wordless melodies that are just as charming. I need to look closer at Dorian Gray to decide how well he uses charming words- he may be a more visual incarnation, and the charming speech may have been entirely passed to Lord Henry (who is a stand-in for Wilde himself, known to be a very charming speaker in his real-life Don Juanesque exploits). All three characters live for pleasure, pursuing it in complete liberty until they are punished for these pursuits. They are unapologetic in this pursuit- Don Juan refuses to repent, even when offered the choice to save his own life (or afterlife), Carmen refuses to back down from her commitment to personal liberty even in the face of arrest or death. Dorian Gray, who actually commits suicide, comes the closest to repenting, however, I might be able to argue that the portrait is actually the Don Juan of the story and Dorian Gray, person, is a victim of the portrait's libertine ways- the portrait, of course, remaining beautiful (unrepentant?) after Dorian's death.

The differences between the three are far more fascinating, as such things usually are. One of the first things I notice is that Don Juan is a very violent person- if a woman won't come willingly to him, he'll rape her with no second thoughts. Carmen never uses violence to get her men- this could be because of the gender difference between the two (women are apparently less violent?) but I'd rather see it as a fundamental character difference. Dorian Gray lies somewhere between the two- I'd have to actually read the book again with an eye towards sexual violence- he's hardly as pure as Carmen, but I'm not sure if he's quite as flippantly unconcerned as Don Juan. In class, we discussed the fact that Carmen seems to enjoy manipulating men much more than Don Juan takes pleasure in manipulating women- if women become jealous, Don Juan barely notices, but Carmen quite conciously makes men fight over her and uses their feelings of possessiveness to further her own goals. Much of this can be explained because, in spite of her apparent freedom, Carmen remains the property of the men she loves- Don Juan belongs to no one, and thus need not concern himself with their feelings. Once again, Dorian Gray is somewhere in the middle- he isn't all that inclined to manipulating others, but he isn't exactly a free man, either. His relationship with the portrait may be important here as well.
The act of vengeance or punishment is the key difference in the three, emphasizing all the other, smaller differences. Don Juan is punished by God, in the form of a statue of a man he killed. Don Juan's deeds have offended heaven, and heaven metes out justice before Don Juan's earthly accusers can punish him. Carmen, however, lives in a world essentially without God- she is an atheist (as was Bizet, creator of the opera), although she does believe in Fate. She is killed by Don Jose, one of her spurned lovers- an act she saw in the cards before it happened, and so considers fated. In some ways, this makes her more human than Don Juan- he needs the fury of heaven to be brought down, while a simple man can take Carmen. It also emphasizes that Carmen is not sinning- she sees nothing wrong with her acts, and her society (the gypsies and smugglers) even appears to support her, although they are unable or unwilling to protect her from Don Jose's wrath. In this way, Don Juan is an individual against the world, and Carmen is a story of two societies (Carmen's gypsy life and Jose's traditional Christian Spain) in conflict. Dorian Gray depends less on God than Don Juan's story, but Dorian Gray is most definitely a sinner, even in his society. Dorian Gray, however, is his own judge- he is the only one who knows the extent of his depravity (visible in the portrait), and ultimately punishes himself. Does this mean Dorian Gray is his own God? Is the portrait his God? What, exactly, is Dorian Gray's relationship to society? Does it even matter?

So I guess that will be a really nice final paper. And I can now begin to articulate what I've been trying to do since I came to Hampshire, but didn't know about. And it's not immigrants, and it's not Yiddish, but those are relevant. It's something more like how marginal people (such as immigrants, Jews, and queers, but there are so many more options, too) use the few tools at their disposal (such as sexuality and language) to subvert society and push boundaries, and how this then affects wider society- how these acts of subversion are punished or rewarded by being incorporated into the mainstream. And mostly I want to look at literature. And mostly I want to deal with male characters, and really understand what their maleness means in relation to these topics, which means also finding out what happens when we make them female instead. And, it turns out, I've been doing that anyway for a while, I just didn't really realize it.

Thanks for bearing with me. I have more visual things to post soon, maybe later this afternoon.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Hop, Heteros, Hop!


Beer-Chugging Breeders


Oh man. The Hetero Hop. It was Awesome. So 6 of the best people ever tried really hard to be straight and it was great fun. These pictures pretty much explain it, but I'll help you out:
Kari (that's me) becomes Carrie, super-popular blonde girl with a crazy tan. You know so many of them. She's probably so excited that she has the same name as Sarah Jessica Parker on Sex in the City.
Katelyn becomes Kaitlin, straight-laced smart girl. But she has this rock 'n roll boyfriend Heath (played by Heather) who is a good deal older than her and so we have to assume that she gets pretty wild when she takes off her glasses and lets down that ponytail.
Megen becomes Megan the goth. She probably really wants to spell it Megann, or just call herself xxDarkSoul23xx or something. She doesn't really like parties, but she lives with us, so she felt obligated to come.
Heather becomes Heath, crazy rock 'n roll dude who is like 30 but still goes to college parties because he's skeevy like that. He dates Kaitlin. He rides a motorcycle. He might be kind of punk rock- there is orange in his hair, after all.
Joanna becomes Joe, classic frat boy. He doesn't talk much, and mostly just makes really inappropriate comments when he does. He's probably pretty good at beer pong.
Sarah becomes Sam, a prospie who is so excited about his first college party and trying so hard to be cool. He kept talking about all these philosophers, but Carrie had no idea who they were, so I don't really remember much.

Offensively accurate? Of course! We spent a lot of time looking at our straight acquaintances' Facebook albums to craft this collection of pictures. We were spot-on. I'm so proud of us.

(Also, for this party, I made a pretty sweet feltboard game that is pretty NSFW (based on pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey) but super-funny. We didn't play it because the tails got lost somewhere (still haven't found them) but I still make everyone look at it when they come into our mod. I am really good at feltboards.)

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

What October Means

GLBT History Month! Yaaay! Check out this year's list it is so crazy full of the most amazing people:







Really outdid themselves this year. Educate yo'selves!

Sunday, August 31, 2008

From the Old Country to the New

In case I'm not "generating" enough "content" for you around here, I have updated my links list recently, so that you might peruse the blogs of my friends, and also to include a link to my Google Reader shared items page. 'Cause I'm really into Google Reader now, and sometimes I see entertaining or interesting things on the internet, and I like to make my friends and acquaintances familiar with them, but I am too lazy to write a whole blog post about it. No more! Now you can see what news stories and blog posts I find most interesting, and take one more step into my psyche. (I promise you are not that deep into my psyche, and that it is still quite safe.)


Oh yea, and I'm about to move back to Hampshire, and resume normal-year-life, as opposed to Summer Life. This should be fun!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Too Long for Twitter

I was just reading Political Affairs (my favorite Marxist blog), and this Goethe quote jumped out at me, and I needed to put it somewhere:
"The moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decisions, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now."
Mostly because I've been having a series of life-planning moments (visions?) over the summer, and I'm working on making up my mind and trying to set things in motion, most of which simply requires that I set the right things in motion, as I have nearly reached the point of no return (for the next two years at least). So Goethe inspires me, unexpectedly, and captures a good deal of my experience-based life philosophy. (I am still no Goethe fan.)

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Squalor Victoria

Wow, once-a-month updates. Hi. To my credit, Clara-the-laptop was out of commission for the past two weeks, and I'm boring and generally disconnected from the world in the best of times. No really. My body interprets summer as "time to hibernate." I spend a lot of time huddling in blankets these days, trying to decide if it's worth the waste of body heat to get up and feed myself. I live in a house without air conditioning in the northern hemisphere, but it's mind-over-matter and I've been reading an awful lot of books about people getting stranded in the snow.

I only feel the heat when I'm bicycling (Gala is now my best friend in the entire world, no offense previous best friends, but you don't provide me with mood-lifting exercise while also getting me where I need to be. Also you can talk and have your own problems and whatever.) but, after shoving my head under a cold shower, it's back to shivering and wondering why the landlord thinks all the windows need to be open and all the fans on at all times.

Discussing my body temperature wasn't my original goal. Let me remember.

Oh right. I have friends who are blogging more regularly now and I feel somewhat obligated to do the same, rather than just comment incessantly on their posts. For those of you who are here for life updates, it's been an interesting few weeks, mostly spent in forced minimalism. I'm a materialist and a pack rat, and I am not ashamed of this fact. I learned long ago that packing light is completely incompatible with who I am, and got over it, as we live in a world where moving large quantities of objects is actually relatively easy, if sometimes expensive. So, when I spent the past few weeks slowly losing most of the objects in my house (the loss of people was welcome, if anything, which sounds misanthropic and maybe is), I spent some rather unpleasant evenings eating four-course meals in the middle of an empty floor, spending hours sorting my piles of books in every possible iteration until I found the most satisfactory, and then a few moving the clock-radio around until I discovered that my scanner-printer makes a great antenna booster (which was about the only thing it was good for, my computer being in the shop). I even purchased and began a paint-by-number of incredibly garish tropical birds.

Now, the end is in sight, but I've managed to turn into an incredibly crotchety hermit, squatting on my piles of found objects and hissing at anyone who tries to move them, having long since reverted to a pidgin of my own construction, based mostly in inscrutable metaphors drawn from my adolescent reading list. I'd feel sorry for the people who get to live with me next, but a recent luncheon with them confirmed that they apparently find my new mental state far wittier than I am when more regularly socialized.



This was a rambling and poorly organized post, and I should have spent the time used to write this making myself dinner. I will do that now instead, and you are welcome to pretend you didn't read this. Come September, we'll be back to pictures of crazy costume parties (heterohopheterohopheterohop) and whining about homework. I really do not look forward to homework.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

This Year, I Like the 4th of July

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Kate Beaton is a Canadian, but she understands being an American pretty well. The only way you know that she's not really American is because she forgot to blow something up. Blowing things up is the most important part of our holidays, even George Washington loves it.


I got an awesome awesome fireworks show yesterday, at the Sarah-and-Megen house (Katie was in Longmeadow chillin' with her high school peeps), because her previously unknown neighbors apparently went out of state and bought about 4 giant crates of the best fireworks in a can known to man. UMass's fireworks show (also completely visible from the house) paled so much in comparison, especially when a big cloud decided to censor half the finale. We also got a few signs of a show toward the south- maybe Hadley's show? After UMass finished, the neighbors kept lighting their fireworks, and someone way across the field did too, except they only had sad little Roman candles and the like, and not the crazy awesome amazing fireworks that were like 50 feet from the deck on which we stood. The danger makes the fireworks better.

Did you see fireworks? Were they nearly as exciting?

Friday, June 27, 2008

The Bus Is Kind of Fun

Because it is an extra-super-quiet day here at the National Yiddish Book Center, I have decided to make a nice long list of all of my Bus People, if only to help decode my tweets. I have two buses, and they are full of regulars, and this means an awful lot of Bus People.

First, actually, I should mention Chinese Walking People. They are this little old Chinese man and woman, and they go on walks in the morning, and I usually pass them on the way to the bus. They always smile and say good morning, which makes me happy.
Belchertown Bus:
Slouchy Guy- my favorite bus person. He always sits at the front of the bus, and I frequently sit right behind him. He slouches a lot. Being near him improves my posture dramatically.
Slavic Lady- she looks kind of Slavic. I think she is a professor at UMass, as she seems a bit old to be a student, but too young to be the sort of person who has decided to take summer classes and go back to school. I heard her speak recently, and she had a Hispanic accent. I still think she looks Eastern European.
Bicycle Guy- I don't think I've ever seen him ride a bike, or bring a bike on the bus. He looks like the kind of guy who bikes a lot, though. He is very tan, and smiles a lot, but he has one of those faces that would make him a slightly evil, but maybe redeemable, prince in a Disney movie. This makes me feel very confused about him.
Reading Guy- I haven't seen him in a while, which is sad. He's always reading something that he seems very fascinated with, and I like him almost as much as Slouchy Guy. He may have simply moved to the back of the bus, where I don't sit and thus don't see many people.
Fish Bag Lady- She has a bag with skeletal fish on it. She also has hair that seems to fluctuate color wildly between blonde and gray, so much so that I thought she was two different ladies with the same bag for a long time.
Dour Woman- She tends to look rather dour, and she moves kind of stiff, like she's in pain. I guess the pain makes her dour.

Puffer's Pond/Atkins Corner Bus:
Jemaine Kid- He looks like Jemaine from Flight of the Conchords. He has an awesome retro bike. He even talks like Jemaine, except with an American accent. He is friends with
Joachim- I don't know why I call this guy Joachim, but I do. He is a Hipster in every sense of the word. He carries a neon teal-and-purple 80s duffle bag. He wears skinny jeans, and rolls them up when he bicycles. His bike is also quite 80s, just like everything else Joachim owns. He has another hipster friend, too, but I don't see him often enough to have named him.
Biker Girl- She actually has a bike that she brings sometimes, and her legs look like she is a serious biker-person. She has pretty awesome shoes that I am frequently fascinated by.
RISD Girl- She goes to RISD, which I know because I overheard her talking to Biker Girl about it. I'm pretty sure she works at Eric Carle. She eats yogurt sometimes, and she reads her Bible on the bus, which makes me lump her in with
Catholic Lady- Catholic Lady does her rosary every morning while she is waiting for the bus and while riding the bus. Once I saw her reading a book, and it was about Catholicism.
Bread Guy- He brings these HUGE bags of bread on the bus. I don't know what he does with all the bread, or where he's taking it, or even where he gets it, but dude has a lot of bread.
Fantasy Novel Girl- Fantasy Novel Girl only rides in the afternoons, and not all that frequently. She is a pretty stereotypical teenage geek girl, with her big t-shirts and long hair and glasses and reading of fantasy novels. They might be science fiction, but I think I saw her wearing a unicorn shirt once.
Hipster Hampshire Girl- She goes to Hampshire, but I don't know her name. She's not as much of a hipster as Joachim, but she definitely belongs to the Prescott/Dakin J set.

Those are all of the Bus People I can think of right now. I have some other people that I haven't really assigned identities to yet, but I may as the summer goes on. Bus People occupy a large proportion of my summer time thoughts, mostly because I don't think much during the summer.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

facing the way

I tweeted that I loved this poem yesterday, and it was really a reminder to put it somewhere that I won't forget it, like here:

the fundamental question about revolution
as lorraine hansberry was not afraid to know
is not simply whether i am willing to give up my life
but if i am prepared to give up my comfort:
clean sheets on my bed
the speed of the dishwasher
and my gas stove
gadgetless
but still preferable to cooking out of doors
over a fire of smouldering roots
my eyes raking the skies for planes
the hills for army tanks.
paintings i have revered stick against my walls
as unconcerned as saints
their perfection alone sufficient for their defense.
yet not one lifeline thrown by the artist
beyond the frame
reaches the boy whose eyes were target
for a soldier's careless aim
or the small girl whose body napalm
a hot bath after mass rape
transformed
or the old women who starve on muscatel
nightly
on the streets of New York.

it is shameful how hard it is for me to give
them up!
to cease this cowardly addiction
to art that transcends time
beauty that nourishes a ravenous spirit
but drags on the mind whose sale would patch
a roof
heat the cold rooms of children. replace an eye.
feed a life.

it does not comfort me now to hear
thepoorweshallhavewithusalways
(Christ should never have said this:
it makes it harder than ever to change)
just as it failed to comfort me
when i was poor.


That's Alice Walker, found in Good Night, Willie Lee, I'll See You in the Morning, and it's just about perfect.


In other news, I like twitter because it's like writing poetry, while blogging is more like writing a novel (I write three volume novels). Stylistic impositions are very very good for me.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Tweet Tweet

So I've been kind of failing at traditional blogging, mostly because when I want to sit down and blog, I realize that I need to devote at least an hour to writing these long, entertaining, involved accounts of my life. And that's awesome- I love doing that, but my schedule doesn't always. So I have a new plan! Throughout my day, I'm always getting these little surges of inspiration for amazing things that I want to tell the world about my exciting life. Usually, I put these things into my facebook status or my gtalk or status or some such, but that is silly, and that requires that I sit in front of a computer. Now, in order to be more inclusive, I have switched all of that over to Twitter. If you have no idea what Twitter is, just watch that box over on your left that says Twitter on it, and know that it will update all the friggin' time. If you're already in the Twitter scene (and I am probably the last person on the internet to jump on this here bandwagon), well let's follow each other and keep up to date with our respective minutiae. 'Cause we were already doing it with Facebook status anyway.


Also: (1:33 pm) Sometimes I spend my day reading a book and I want to jot down various things that stand out to me because I'm trying to do more of that. Twitter is a nice place for that, because it wastes less paper than putting it all in my notebook, as much as I love my notebook. So when you're thinking "wow these are a lot of updates that seem to be quotes," you're right. Summer reading season is in full swing now, and that means that most of my life is on hold in favor of books.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Drag Ball!!!

So the infamous Drag Ball was last night. Drag Ball is kind of like what prom would be if life were so much better, I think. You spend weeks and weeks preparing, deciding what to wear, then spend a few hours getting yourself all prettied up with your friends, then you go and check out how pretty everyone else is, and then you dance your hearts out. And someone takes pictures in front of a cheesy background so that you can always remember how pretty you were. And Gizelle is there. Gizelle is an important detail. So, without much further ado, here is a collection of pretty pictures I have culled from the website full of Drag Ball pictures. There are a lot of them, and I don't know most of the people in the picture, so, if you don't want to go through all the pictures for my stories, just scroll down! After the link to the album, I have included individual pictures and captions.

Drag Ball 2008



We are the Fab Five, from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. I am Carson, Gwynne is Jai, Heather is Kyan (at the last minute cause Emma wasn't feeling well- we actually dressed Heather as our Straight Guy- note the signature Carson "blazer over t-shirt" and then realized she could be Kyan, too, although her hair is all wrong), Sarah as Thom (unfortunately shadowed and you cannot see her amazing boots, although she is waaaaay too butch to be Thom) and Katie as Ted. We also thought about casting Heather as Ted's partner Barry, but decided that we didn't want to actually shave her head. I am in love with my Carson shirt. It is so bright and so perfect and I kind of want to wear it all the time. Also, I dyed and cut my hair for this, so, um, check it out. (Actually Heather cut it and also cut Sarah's and her own because she is amazing like that.) You can't really tell cause the light's weird, but it is quite blonde and pretty fabulous.


Sweeney Todd. So brilliant. Especially because said Mr. Todd offered all of the many bearded folks shaves all night. Including Katie, whose brilliant five-o-clock shadow by me I was not going to let anyone touch.


GIZELLE. LOVE.


Reason I Love My School So So Much: Ralph and Manfred. As Queens Elizabeth I & II. At Drag Ball. If you're not in the know, Ralph is the President of my college and Manfred is his husband. They are amazing, as this photo proves. Because I cannot get enough of this, here are two more:


When the Fab Five and I went to enter Drag Ball, we found the door locked (because they changed the time at the last minute and it was lame but anyway) so we stood around outside SAGA for a while. We were rewarded when we saw these two lovely ladies exiting SAGA. It took us a minute to figure out who they were, and then we clearly all made this "where are you going" face because Manfred said (in perfect Elizabeth II voice) "We're coming back!" and then they walked away and we all squeed. Amazing!!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

X-Ray Style

I have pictures for you, you want? Yes?

Katie's 20th birthday


Toronto


One of these days I'm going to get my act together and there will be another episode of Living Strange Days. It's all shot, just needs to be edited. Unfortunately, I apparently have classes and homework and such. Sigh.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Livin' In Dream City

Ever have one of those days where all the random things you have to do end up on the same day? Hi. That's me right now. Except, at the moment, I'm at work, in the store even, and there are no customers (as always), so I have nothing to do but wait until lunch. After lunch, I will have no rest until something like midnight. Anyway, would you like an update on my life?

I'm taking classes, they are nice. UMass classes are kind of hilariously like high school, in that "this is really easy and I feel like I should be saying all the answers because they are obvious but I can't because the stupid kids who never pay attention need a chance to try to figure this out too" kind of way. Also in that "grades" and "multiple choice tests" kind of way. The prof is amazing, though, and promises to let me write real papers and I'm pretty excited and love the class. Also, I am a TA for Rachel's Yiddish Lit class and that's really fun and pretty exciting, even if Media Services conspires to make getting movies for screenings really really hard. Also I am taking a nice intimate class with Rachel about post-WWII Jewish Culture and it's so much fun to have a 6 person class again. I'd forgotten how much I thrive in those situations. We've been watching amazing movies from the 40s and 50s and I'm a little obsessed with the silliness of the Hays Code and the silly ways people get around it.

In the "animal and social satisfactions" section of my life, I am seeking them as enthusiastically as ever. Sometimes it snows for like one day and it's pretty, but then it rains and everything turns into melty slush and that's not so happy. We shot some really exciting video of me running around in the snow, though, and we plan on combining it with exciting video of Sarah and Rachel (who I miss so much) running around in the snow for a fun premiere by the end of this month. Because sometimes Fphour has crazy bursts of creativity and you should really get to share in them sometimes.

I listen to a lot of music. I watch the occasional movie, and a lot of television, but less than I used to. I read for class, and mean to read for pleasure. Bernard recommends that I read all of his plays every year for the next 10 years. It would probably improve me greatly if I did. I have the most complex Lenten contract I've ever had, but it's working well. I've been wearing ties more frequently. I can't decide what colors to code my Google Calendar. I'm going to go to lunch.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Premier!!

So remember that exciting premier I hinted at in my last post? It has arrived! Now, before you watch the loverly internet video that you will find below, I should probably explain myself. Sometime last semester, our darling Emma noted that Fphour tends to run itself like a family sitcom. And sometime after that, we realized that it would be really brilliant if we actually made it. And, it being JanTerm, we have some time on our hands (it's not like any of us are taking classes, you see). So what you are about to watch is the first fruits of an intense labor. It's only the tip of the iceberg- we've created back story and universe details that you can't begin to imagine, and have another episode written, a third outlined, and are hoping to shoot both of them this weekend. We expect this thing to last a while, because it entertains us. Hopefully it will also entertain you a little bit.

This version is slightly rough because I insist on putting it up now (and no one else in my production team thinks that's a very good idea), and you might see a prettier version tomorrow or Sunday.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Oh My Exclusives From Paisley Man!

Some early costume tests have been leaked and they are fabulous!

Paisley Man!!


Also, Living Strange Days is proceeding on schedule and may be premiering this weekend! Watch this space for news.

In other news, this photo exists and makes me so happy:


And before you go saying "neat how did you make that in photoshop" there was zero photoshop involved in this and instead a really really old camera was used and we all sat still for 25 seconds.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Frantic

So life is incredibly boring these day and I am absolutely obsessed with my music library, so guess what you get! One of those silly shuffle-your-music surveys! Woo! The fun part? I might throw the mix into a zip folder and give it to you. If I don't find better things to do this afternoon.

Commence copy-paste!

1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.-

No cheating!

What does next year have in store for me?
The Second- Oliver Future. (2007 part two? That'll be fine.)

How would I describe my life right now
Cruella DeVille- 101 Dalmations. (See? Boredom=cruelty!)

What's my love life like?
They're Not Witches- Guided by Voices. (It is true. I am not dating witches. Or little children.)

What are your feelings about your current fling?
Glory Days- Bruce Springsteen. (Alright, said fling, please step forward, cause you sound exciting. Unless my fling is with my glory days, which I guess is cool, too.)

What do I say when life gets hard?
Coz I Love You - Brian Slade. (Velvet Goldmine fixes EVERYTHING.)

What do you think of when waking up?
Tickets to What You Need- Badly Drawn Boy. (I think about the dream I had where I was married to Madonna?)

What song will I dance to at my wedding?
Space and Time (live)- The Verve. (I think this means the Verve are playing at my wedding. Sweet? Alternately, space and time are finally on my side, yaaaaay.)

What song will be played at my funeral?
It's OK tag/speech by Pearl Jam. (A track of Pearl Jam talking? Ok I need to fix the amount of concert stuff that's in my library. Alternately, "it's okay" that I'm dead. Thanks, guys.)

How will I be remembered?
All the Wine by the National. (I am not an alcoholic, I swear.)

What do you want as a career?
This is It by Ryan Adams. (It is totally my career. Blogging is not. Although blogging wouldn't be bad.)

Your favorite saying?
The View by Modest Mouse. (That's my saying? "The View. As in that show with Barbara Walters and Rosie O'Donnell.")

Favorite place?
D.A.N.C.E. by Justice. (Yay dancing!)

What do your parents think of you?
Help Me, Rhonda by the Beach Boys. (I don't know who Rhonda is, but she better help my parents.)

What's your porn star name?
Breakdown by Mae. (That's an awful porn star name. I must be a highly dysfunctional porn star.)

Where would you go on a first date?
Brand New Something Going On by Andy Griggs. (Somewhere new!)

Describe yourself:
Chris Michaels by Fiery Furnaces. (this is a sweet song about international gangsters, I think. Or birds. It's hard to tell, but I feel good about it.)

How would others describe you?
Children of December by the Slip. (Guys my birthday is not in December. I don't even like December.)

How does your ex-girlfriend/boyfriend see you?
Come a-Hellin' by deshead. (I think this means I am a party on wheels. Yay!)

What is the thing I like doing most?
Hallelujah by John Cale. (Um. Watching Scrubs? Episodes of Scrubs where someone dies?)

What is my state of mind like at the moment?
The Sharing Song by Jack Johnson. (I am sharing my mind. Via my music.)

If I were a song, what would I be?
Monday Monday Monday by Tegan and Sara. (Really? Of all possible songs?)