|
AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Wednesday, October 23, 2002
My tie will protect me!
As Nina affirmed, why deny your children the enjoyment and knowledge of your personal trinkets? And when you are gone or they are from your under your wing, files, papers, love letters, and the more embarrassing artifacts. her Heat She always sizes me up and says hello when i am dressed less femininely. It's the sparkle of her eyes when this happens that makes me weary and uneasy. Tuesday, October 22, 2002
I spent 20 minutes talking with Mum about nothing. Absolutely nothing. And for the first time i didn't mind it, perhaps because i was twiddling on the computer. The fixed stars. I've got a new set of shinny sticker stars- watch out for dunderheaded actions that need reward and notice!
The great thing about Blake Hindley's cartoons for the campus magazine is that he looks like them. Ou ma dia. Over five hours later and a mere 20 lines of The Odyssey, i have something that should be, as he put it, publishable as a translation. Monday, October 21, 2002 To many days, drag by. If you happen to see a promo for Hedwig and the Angry Inch off broadway and you wonder who that short Scott Weiland looking bloke with (fake) tribal sleeve tattoo, rolled up Hail Marys shirt with Mary pendant, driving that red Rebel motorbike with Hedwig on the back, look no further. An ass or a fool? To day while opening the lab for a freshman pair to finish up their male reproductive system and as i cleaned off a sheep heart till it looked absolutely immaculate, they spoke of first semester seminar papers. One was writing on Plato's Gorgias. Well that's what i wrote on first semester- bad idea. The other was going to write on why Herodotus ended where he did. I informed him it was because he died shortly after writing that part. The most frightening things. Buggery be to all my elegant well planned accurate to the minute detail costumes like Dorian Grey or Joan of Arc imitations for Halloween. This year i'm not going to be something that is meant to be scary and strike fear in the hearts of young children, or a character i revere and can pull of acting as. Oh no no... Sunday, October 20, 2002 Location, location, location. I am between Ithaca and Troy, but bellow Sparta and Athens. Insight Hippopotomonstrosesquippedalrophobia= Fear of long words.
In the cafeteria at brunch today standing in a puddle of hormone enriched milk that i couldn't finish drinking and subsequently spilt all over my lower half, "I hate it when i lactate in public." Thursday, October 17, 2002 Random image searches. Tuesday, October 15, 2002 Augmented to perfection. Don't trust those succinct phrases the first time they pop up.
My Pizza job is moonlighting now- and my lab assistantship is the least paying job i've ever had. Monday, October 14, 2002
Aeneas had his Trojan boys playing games modeled for practice to apply in war. His Rome was to bring peace by war to the world, even if this dream was brought from the underworld to the earth by passage through the ivory gates of false dreams.
So now i know they weren't all just flicking me off.
Once a friend’s style of writing was corrupted by a professor she trusted was correct and faultless in his tutorship. I’m still indignant at the destruction he wrought and the degradation of her written voice. I still feel it was some sort of sin against the sacred muses. I can’t think of anything related to her writing after that period or him without dismay, placing blame on him and heaving frustration for her. Sunday, October 13, 2002
As invigorating as it is to ride on my bike in a dress in the fall, remind me never to do it again. The boys are back in town. These guys wrock my world. I got to watch them perform last night from the DJ booth. It felt like they were a few blokes short (they were) and that they needed a dance/groove area directly in front of the stage. However Mo's performance singing a duet 'No they can't take that away from me' where he was dressed one half in drag and the other was in a sequence mini skirt and matching bra with pump high heals took the cake of performances for the evening. Friday, October 11, 2002
Ass-onance and titties. Thursday, October 10, 2002 God, Half-Gods, Mortals, Peoples, Places: A Glossary Cocktail Olives = War Tuesday, October 8, 2002 Going to be a boy tomorrow. D.r.a.b.! (doing role as boy) "Don't want to be a boy today"
Ahhh. Water either tastes or feels so good. Thanks Frank. Everyone could, at one time or another, use one of these. Monday, October 7, 2002
The thought my life is my own- even to do such horrible things as take it or hide it away for only myself thrilled me without a trace of morbidity today in music class as we listened to Palestrina's 'Sicut Cervus'. Sunday, October 6, 2002 yah, yu betcha. Bad memories from across the board spontaneously revealing the potency and importance of their pain. Must mean i'm changing out of them.
As i was spending several hours tuning and cleaning my bike yesterday i realized that most people, when in need of some other entity to invest their time and energy into often without direct or obvious reward, get cats or rats or a dog.
There's going to be a strait edger drink off here. Does this sound utterly stupid in principle and exercise to anyone else? Friday, October 4, 2002
Rome is 'she' and Rome is for Rome's sake. Tuesday, October 1, 2002
There is a gender queer freshman that is in desperate need of a Drag daddy and doesn't even have a clue about it. A definite identity whooping. Alas, don't even look at me though. i feel sick. je n'aime pas le formaldéhyde. "Johnny, vous n'êtes pas un ange" -Piaf Someone sent my campus mailbox a page photocopy of the “Can Angels reason” section from the Summa Theologica. I have no idea why.
Life goes on.
Danced myself and others down to Devotchka at The Paramount staff party. Who else would throw that kind of a joyous dinner and romp for their business? I love watching my work mates drunk and boogying. Though there weren’t any real surprises to be had, only amusements about seeing this. It’s not as if the work closets or suppresses us- we do something like this stuff at work every time.
The immortals are just ‘deathless’ or ‘undead’ in Ancient Greek. Similar to Eve in the Septuagint translation when she was told by the serpent she would not die a death by death. Poetic entertainment for the masses. To bad sports announcers today don’t rhyme like Pindar did.
Never punch me in the solar plexus. Deconstructing Ari. Write what you know and get in trouble for it. A Bill constitution. I will never understand Bill.
Quite a bit of stuff I’ve learnt here is meaningless in me, not in itself. It’s just I haven’t found its meaning to myself let alone its own meaning.
|
