Saturday, February 28, 2009

Epiphany

I got up early to eat something before sunrise and then go back to bed, and then I had a sudden revelation about what I might want my Div III to be. (Even when it hits me like this early in the morning, I'm afraid to commit to it.) So I'm writing it down so that I don't forget once I go back to sleep! And I'm writing it down publicly for feedback or dialogue or something!

Alright. So. I think, if I were to start my Div III tomorrow (or I guess even this morning when I get up for real) I would want to do it on Christian law. Obvs there's not a Christian version of halakha or sharia, but the RCC definitely has law and dogma, and most mainline protestant denominations at least take stances on controversial issues, so there's plenty to work with. I want to look at the ways that law has developed, and the ways it's interacted with Biblical interpretation, especially in the works of Paul. I'd want to see developments across time in areas like slavery, alcohol/temperance, women's rights, homosexuality, etc. I don't know yet if I'd focus on certain denominations or certain issues or what, 'cause this is kind of huge right now. But I know I want to work with Paul and Biblical scholarship/interpretation, and church law.

And those aren't things I knew 6 hours ago.

Friday, February 27, 2009

I've been spending tonight finally starting to pull my thoughts together to apply for these two super-sweet summer programs that I found. What's that, you say? I didn't post about them already? Well fortunately for you there are some websites you can look at if you're that into the minutiae of my life and you aren't my mom (who got these links weeks ago).
Center for Student Missions City Host
Pendle Hill Young Adult Leadership and Development Program
They're basically two programs that will give me a place to live and some food and also pay me (!!) to spend the summer talking about how I love Jesus a whole bunch (I do) and also doing some sweet community service work. But I have to apply! And that means that I have to write personal essays about my faith and my past service and all sorts of things! And I've never done that before! So that's where this blog entry comes in. If you are so inclined, I'd love to have some people read through some drafts of these statements and give me some feedback. What makes sense, what does not sound like something I should tell someone I want to give me money, what is lovely and touching and should be expanded on. I spend a lot of time thinking and writing about these sorts of things, but that doesn't mean I've figured out a very good way to do it.

Which means that I am going to have like 40 drafts of this thing. I'm working on one right now that just sort of follows my spiritual journey chronologically and that I may break down into themes and reorganize at some point. I'm not going to post it here because it will just take up so much space (it is almost 5 single-spaced pages, so I need to cut out about half of it), but I'll happily e-mail it to you. Just leave me a comment or shoot me an e-mail (as always oneseventy at gmail dot com) and I'll give you a copy.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Evening

I really like riding the bus at night-time. I start out in the early evening, around 7. The bus is fuller then. Invariably I sit towards the back. There's not much but black outside. We ride under a streetlight, it only illuminates the dirt on the window. When I do catch sight of a sign or a building, it seems foreign, and there's a moment of terror before I remember where I am. The world collapses down to just the bus, me and the people on it. They're never only college students, always some local transients mixed in. People do homework, sleep, talk, laugh. I turn my iPod up and listen to something slow and sad. Most people get off the bus before me, and then I go to class.

After class, it's much later. 9:30. Tonight I walked all the way through Northampton because it was nice out and I needed the walk. I got on the bus on the other side of town, by Sheldon Field. It was fuller than I expected, and I sat towards the front. At the front of the bus, you can see the outside world because of the headlights. I'd walked for half an hour; I was in touch with that world. Snow covered fields, barns, houses. Everything is familiar and beautiful. I thank the driver when I get off, walk home across the ice.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

A New Semester!

I fixed my Div II, and, hopefully, by the end of the week, I will have a shiny new committee and contract to go with it! I am taking some classes, too!

This is the plan. Things might even go according to plan this time, for the first time ever. But I make no promises.

Monday:
8:30-10 am Yoga
12:30-1:50 pm Holy Wo/Man at Amherst College
7:30-9:30 pm Islamic Thought at Smith College (which, by the way, means I won't be home until 10:35 eww)
Tuesday:
10:30-11:50 am Text, Canon and Tradition at Hampshire College
1:00-2:50 pm Family, Sexuality and Judaism at UMass
Wednesday:
12:30-1:50 pm Holy Wo/Man
3:30-6:00 pm Bicycle Maintenance
Thursday:
Just like Tuesday
Friday:
Nothing!!

Now there is a possibility that I am taking a Mon/Wed/Fri morning religion class at either Amherst or UMass instead of that Tues/Thurs morning one at Hampshire. But the guy I want to be on my committee teaches the Hampshire one, so that makes more sense. He teaches another one that conflicts with Bike Maintenance, so I'm trying to avoid that. I wanna learn how to take care of my Gala.

I am affirming that school is good.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Reach Up

I just read this, and it resonated in a whole lot of ways, and I want to put it out there as something that I'm working through right now.

From "Overcoming The Fear of Letting People Know That I am Now and for the Most Part Always Have Been Totally Devoted to God Just Like You Are- Even Though We May Not Think So From Time to Time or It May Not Look It To The Neighbors
or
How To Get Out of Your Head By Saying What You Really Mean"

I used to be a very evasive talker. If I didn't have the answers, I could think them up on the spot-and thus I knew it all. I used to hide a lot behind my answers. But, when I tried repeatedly to write this article I could really see there would be no more hiding, there would perhaps be no more need for hiding. It's not that I don't care what people think . . . and feel . . . it's just that I have found out at last that I care about what I think and feel . . . and want to express. And I have found after intensive searching that there is really only one thing I want to say.
I just want to say that I am totally grateful to God that he has led me to these people . . . and that I am totally thankful to Him for everything I have experienced in my life.
And to each of you I would like to say-I love you. Thank you so much for being alive.
I hope this message makes some sense because before-and it seems an eternity ago now-nothing did. God bless you.
At last I am speechless.


That's Bill Chappelle. Like him, I have nothing more to say.

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

http://www.katebeaton.com/Site/Welcome_files/july4.jpg

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!!