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| Monday, November 6th, 2006 | | 11:15 am |
The Palace of the End I know I haven't written anything here for a year or two, but we watched this video in art and it was the closest I've ever come to crying in class. I wanted to know what you guys thought. http://www.shortbusthemovie.com/fvideo.html | | Tuesday, January 17th, 2006 | | 8:47 pm |
Hey 08bjk, Your mutual friend plummm has noticed that you last updated your journal on LiveJournal 16 weeks ago. Be a friend and go post. ( http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml) Sincerely, The LiveJournal team | | Wednesday, September 7th, 2005 | | 10:06 pm |
Help decode my prof's summer email: "[stuff about enrollment, confirmation, etc.] . . . also if you have any time this summer you might pick up Marlowe's first sensational success, Tamburlaine. It is where we will begin."
I'm an eighth of the way through and fading fast (yay 8:00 camping bedtimes!) The first class is tomorrow. What do we think he's saying? | | Thursday, August 4th, 2005 | | 7:45 pm |
Weeding again. Nick had the best news I've heard in weeks:
"Andre the Giant was too big for the bus when he was in school. So he got driven . . . by Samuel Beckett. Oh, to have been a fly on the wall."
This is of course the ultimate "Six Degrees of Separation" link. Just think: Hulk Hogan to James Joyce in 3.
Unfortunately, tomorrow is Nick's last day. Oh, Nick. Who will my blog be about when you're gone? | | Saturday, July 30th, 2005 | | 10:45 pm |
Ben Has a Cellphone! Yes, this deserves a separate entry. It's (413) 281-1280 (just called Chash to confirm). So everyone reply with your numbers. Or better yet, call me! Current Mood:  amused | | 10:26 pm |
Now I hate TV but . . . FLCL rocks my world. I watched my first real episodes tonight, having peered at it over Hal's shoulder at work for a month and AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! He was there, with Charlotte, to see me through it. They say by episode four things start to get . . . wierd (?) "It is so the good crack." Furthermore, there was birthday banana bread from her mom. Current Mood:  giddy | | Wednesday, July 27th, 2005 | | 8:30 pm |
http://wso.williams.edu/blog/main?unix=07avb
You guys are amazing | | 7:52 pm |
more near-death experience Hung out with Chash last night and played Katamari Damashi till we were silly. Still haven't made the moon, but I was trying to be social at the same time, which siphoned off precious intensity. We talked about having a party, decided we didn't have any friends in town, counted up who was in town and realized we had lots but were too lame to organize. Sad. I wrestled with tomato plants again today and basically poured sweat most of the afternoon. Then it started to get dark and thundery and pouring rain. I was counting the time between the lightening and thunder, because either # seconds in between = # miles away or # seconds / 3 = # miles away and then there was this giant bang and everything lit up and I was down in the field with my eyes closed and my hands over my ears trying to decide what 0/3 is. When I opened my eyes Connor and Nick were running, bent over low, toward the trees and I followed. They said the lightening had hit the next field over. Nick (in the car on our way home): That's the problem with living in CA Connor: What's the problem? Nick: No moments of transcendence. Current Mood: chipper | | Saturday, July 23rd, 2005 | | 3:57 pm |
So I was just exhausted yesterday afternoon, having finished my first week at the farm, when I had the wierdest 15 minutes in recent memory. I was in the doctor's office and started getting random thoughts like I do right before I fall asleep, except they were coming really fast and then the doctor was standing over me explaining that during periods of stress the heart will sometimes slow down and a patient will lose consciousness and I was on the floor looking up at him with this ringing in my ears. Then I went to a different office and they stuck a syringe into each of my ears, pumped my head full of water and sucked it all out again. I remember feeling amused and violated at the same time, because it was like a river behind my eyeballs. I went out to my car, kind of shakily, and decided to drive to Jesup to look for the camera I'd lost there weeks ago. Right as I walked in I saw Hal with a time sheet and he started apologizing for not calling me about my time sheet and said that I should go see Madeleine. So I went off looking for Madeleine and found Nick, my replacement, who said her appendix had burst and she was in the hospital. I went down the back stairs and ended up in this room with a tupperware bowl full of walnuts and Heath Bar and Oreo bits and I started shoving handfuls of it into my mouth, telling myself it would stop me from passing out again and I drove home without further incident.
It was all ok in the end. I went back and filled in a blank time sheet. Madeleine's surgery went well. And my mom found the camera in a desk drawer I'd searched a million times. Hmmm, other wierd things happened during the wierdest 15 minutes in recent memory, but I guess everything feels wierd after a random lapse in consciousness like that.
I'll try to write more later, but my computer isn't working, so I have to do everything on campus. | | Tuesday, July 19th, 2005 | | 9:03 pm |
work
Most days, I get home soaking with sweat and muddy, then stumble into bed at 11. I spent four hours down in the pepper rows yesterday, pulling weeds. You'd think it would give me time to think, but all you can think about is weeds and pulling them up and shaking the dirt off the roots. Fortunately, Nick was in the next row over. He said I didn't need to read Paradise Lost because it's the paradigm we're living in anyway. It's all been filtered down through the culture, from Milton to Sesame Street. He cited the show where Big Bird gets kidnapped to sing in the circus — Protestant morality we've been spoonfed since preschool. It was fun. My neck was burning.
I managed to run around Cole Field as the sun was going down, and the light was amazing. I'd sort of forgotten it could get like that. | | Friday, July 15th, 2005 | | 8:33 pm |
Yes, I'm updating. Started work at the farm today. It was actually kind of fun. Don Mitchell, Connor Quinn and Nick Perry were working too. I'd met Don and Conner before. These were the first words Nick said to me — Nick: Hey, you're a Christian, right? Me: Um, yeah Nick: So why Christ? I mean, I get God, but what about Jesus? I guess it's more fun than just "hi". Anyway, the sun was pretty harsh. It turns out there's more to the farmer's tan than I thought. When you're bending over the rows, your shirt doesn't really cover your whole lower back. So there's a big red stripe now right where I start to get whitest. Val, soon after this I'm going to log onto IM. You'd better be there. Sulgi, I remembered to bring Flora's cardigan home from Jesup. Tell her I said thank you. I was working the front desk my last week there, and you know how they crank the AC. Current Mood:  tiredCurrent Music: some song from Treasure Island | | Wednesday, June 29th, 2005 | | 9:00 pm |
pimping another cause If you haven't already, please sign your name at www.one.org and www.live8live.com. These are campaigns pressuring the G8 leaders to cancel debt, reform trade laws, and increase aid to Africa. This is a chance to help end extreme poverty. Tell your friends to do it. This is crucial. I don't have friends, so you guys have to get the word out. Everyone's seen the ads, but not everyone is going to sign their name without someone they know asking them to. Tell your friends to pass it on. (I remembered today that I'm a British citizen, meaning I can send form letters to Tony Blair. For some reason, this feels so much more satisfying than writing to Bush. I think it's the hair.) Current Mood: hopeful | | Tuesday, June 28th, 2005 | | 9:38 pm |
So I had my wart removed (I call it "my foot surgery") and now I can't really walk. I mean, I CAN walk, but only in the sense that I CAN dance. It all has to do with this hole in my foot. No, not to the hole that was there before. That's the one they removed. I try to look on the bright side of things, like "Well, we sure showed that first hole." But I feel like someone somewhere else got the last laugh. The other thing I can't do is run, so instead I've been eating. I like to eat a lot of little things in succession so that it feels like interval training. In the process, I've decided that rhubarb is the greatest food on earth. Because the only way to cook rhubarb is with tons and tons of sugar. And no matter how much sugar you add, it will always taste healthy. Think you're in too deep? Add rhubarb! It's like reading the Sparknotes AFTER you fail the test. I also can't play racquetball. Anyone know what racquetball is? Current Mood: full | | Sunday, June 19th, 2005 | | 7:51 pm |
So I realized the other day that there's nothing I hate more than balancing my checkbook. I tried eating chocolate and listening to Louis Armstrong while I did it. I used one of those pens with the light-up gel grip and three different thickness settings. I pretended it was some kind of white-collar crime drama — $205.27 had disappeared from checking and there was $163.83 dropped into savings. Where were these numbers coming from? Something was worryingly Fight Club about this - holes in my memory, transactions I never should have made. If I could get onto the bank's website, I knew, I'd be able to pinpoint the exact time the official story diverged from mine and compare the rogue deposit times to likely office hours in the twenty-four time zones to figure out when I was blacking out or who (roughly speaking) was using my account as a drop box for funds en route to (Beirut, Kansas, the Cayman Islands). This only brought back the first dilemma: either someone at the bank had history with the (gunrunner, CEO, schizophrenic double) who had hijacked my info, or I was a worthless incompetent who never should have passed 4th grade math.
Also, it turns out that thing on my foot was a wart I got walking around Fay without shoes. The podiatrist cut off as much as she could, but I'll be going in for surgery this friday and won't be able to run for two weeks after that. | | Saturday, June 18th, 2005 | | 10:05 pm |
Ok, here goes:
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Bender
2. Lunchbox
3. Sailor (as in, "I like the cut of your jib, sailor")
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. benderiscoolest
2. jerryspringer17
3. iloveben2349580923485912
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. nose
2. eyes
3. neck
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. eyesight
2. body hair
3. I realized the other day that my hands smell when they sweat. Doesn't happen that often, but wtf.
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Scottish
2. Irish
3. Czech
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. eternity (I can deal with the concept of limitless space, but time I actually find terrifying)
2. cockroaches
3. running out of things to see/say
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. eats
2. drinks
3. Jesus
THREE THINGS YOU ARE NOT WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. watch
2. kilt
3. glasses
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. Paul Simon
2. Belle and Sebastian
3. Fountains of Wayne
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. surprise
2. honesty
3. laughing
THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. perceptive
2. blunt
3. daring
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. running
2. skiing
3. handstands
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. take a nap
2. have a dream and remember it when I wake up
3. fly
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. counselor
2. filmmaker
3. monk
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. New Zealand
2. Jamaica
3. Bloomington
THREE KIDS NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. Zoe
2. Seth
3. Noah
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. go to the moon
2. have a real conversation with a complete stranger
3. learn how to swim underwater without feeling like I'm choking
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1. hate clothes
2. hate shoes
3. no effort to make self presentable.
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK:
1. Don't understand sports
2. Don't understand cars
3. Don't really understand guys.
THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. Maggie Smith (if she was younger)
2. Keisha Castle-Hughes (if she was older)
3. Julie Andrews (love knows no age.)
THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:
1. haz
2. sulgi
3. and all my secret fans | | Tuesday, June 14th, 2005 | | 4:21 pm |
This matters http://www.savedarfur.org. Write a letter or give money. Spread the word. Put a link on your livejournal or facebook profile. Current Mood:  discontent | | 10:02 am |
deep thoughts mmmmm, summer. it seems like I'm always busy, but I do so little. and never has so little been so fun. summer stuff: running, swimming in the river, taking long rambling walks, going to lickety split. not much worth reporting. which is why, i guess, people are telling me to write what i'm thinking and not what i do. right now i'm thinking about the blister on my foot that may or may not be infected. it's been there for months, this hole under the ball of my foot and i try to clear all the skin away from the rim so it's more like a crater than a mine shaft, but the skin inside is a completely different consistency and won't conform. i'd describe it, but it's kind of gross. i was also thinking about williams. ben brooks called it "a country club with enrichment classes," and he's basically right. Sulgi and I are worried that that our social skills (such as they are) are too specialized. give me a williams student and i can run the williams conversation: "yeah, i was in Fay 1. . . do you play a sport? . . . she's my JA . . . that or ECON 110. . . you know bill? really? wow!" can we actually communicate with people from the outside anymore? don't get me wrong. i love the bubble, but the discourse is inbred. we've go to hire some speakers for senior week: "this is what people on the outside talk about. this is what is considered important. this is what is considered funny." then i start to think about all the diversity talk. how much diversity is there? simonson was extolling the williams melting pot: "we come from such different backgrounds, have so many different experiences. And then eventually, you forget." How generic can a bubble make you? I was also thinking about my farmer's tan. you know how things that aren't cool can suddenly become really really cool? i was thinking about that. Current Mood: complacent | | Monday, June 6th, 2005 | | 3:44 pm |
haven't been updating in a while, but thank you for the outpouring of love and support, especially haz. and you're right, val, there are lurkers too (ahem, sulgi). let's see, what have I been doing? graduation, light night, walks, runs, Napoleon Crossing the Alps, free food. sulgi, tina and I went up to stone hill last, which was amazing because it was so warm and there were all these fireflies and stars. the cows got all pouty with us, though. right now i'm babysitting tina's tadpoles, which have all suddenly turned into frogs and want to get out. | | Thursday, June 2nd, 2005 | | 3:00 pm |
First day back at Jessup. Finally I'm in the basement doing nothing. There was work this morning, and it was actually a lot of fun. But this is what I know best.
The farm was really intense yesterday. Still sore. lucky I have this month to recover. We transplanted 1400 tomato plants and hoed and ate pasta salad. liz and I tried to run afterwards. It hurt.
Then Chash and I watched Shaolin soccer. It was wierd. in ways I can't quite describe. They seemed to cut out the stuff that was actually disturbing for the US release. We watched the Chinese.
If anyone has ideas for something productive Hal or I could do at Jessup, they'd be appreciated. Come to think of it, does anyone read my livejournal? I know Val and Chash do. Respond if you do too, even just to say that you do. Maybe I sould put a link on my facebook profile, catch some of that traffic. | | Tuesday, May 31st, 2005 | | 10:34 pm |
work
first day at the farm. used a big metal slammer thing to make holes for the peppers and got blisters all over my hands. I'm only here for two days before starting at Jessup for the month, so his plan is to work me into the ground today and tomorrow. While we were in the field there was apparently some kind of giant pre-prom gathering back at the house, the kind where you stand around in your costumes and parents take pictures. we were afraid to go down and stayed up in the field until they'd all left. |
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