No, not that Jetsia Dax (and if you know who Jetsia Dax is, I applaud you. Applause!) but my puppy, my lab mix puppy. As I type she is at the vet getting tested for stomachy sadness. She's having a barium swallow (and if you've ever had heartburn and had to swallow a lot of salt and some green goo that looks like the crap that Nikelodeon used to dump on people who said 'i don't know' on 'you can't do that on television' then you KNOW what I'm talking about and my puppy will be none too happy with me) and some x-rays of her tummy. Little miss likes to chew ate two of my socks this week even though, try as I might, I tried to keep everything off the floor and away from her reach. But of course, I get the super smart and manipulative doggie who can stand on her hind legs like it was nothing for like a minute. So. She gets into stuff. The end. But I'm worried about her so keep your fingers crossed or whatever you can cross that she's going to be just fine. We'll hear later this afternoon. After a couple hundred dollars later. Like I have that laying around.
In other news, I had a presentation last night in my philosophy and film course where we have to pick a particular philosopher to embody for the entire 5 weeks of our summer session, and we've watched nine films and have to figure out what our philosopher would say about what happened in the films. Sounds easy, but it's not. I was on a 'panel' of a total of 4 philsophers and we had to discuss the films and engage the class. It was going well until one of the people said that my philsopher was annoying her. Except that I think she meant me. I thought that was callous and rude; but I'm not gonna let it bother me. I have a stunning personality that you either love or hate. But hey, that's just me.
Now I'm off to ride my bike in 90 degree weather, go get Dax some play toys (cause I spoil her when she's sick) and help Partner with his paper. That is the downfall ladies and gents of being an English major. Everyone wants your help when it comes to writing.
So all you teenage comet zombies, have a tripindicular day.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
It's Lametastic! (and rainy)
So today was by no means anything special. Let me tell you actually how UNspecial it was. I walked Dax and our doggy sitting guest, Holly. I call her Holly Berry. hehe. I worked on a Hannah Arendt brochure for a presentation I have in my Philosophy and Film course on Thursday, and I worked on an online course I'm teaching (a Women's and Gender Studies course, that is. Go Feminism!) At any rate, I've been keeping 90210 in the background as I work, b/c I need some sort of noise; it helps me concentrate.
In other news, Partner got a movie critique back in his World Cinema class and was told that he has "enormous writerly talent." My first inclination is to take all the credit of course, what with me holding a BA and MA in English and all, but I have to give him all the credit. He is definitely sassy, witty, and extremely cute. That last part has nothing to do with his writing, but I had to throw that in there. He's my baby doll.
It's raining here, like it rains in Florida, and I have to say, in the two years I've lived up here it has never rained this way before. I love it. It's been humid and muggy today, and there is thunder, wind, and lots and lots of rain. That is what it's all about. I'm so not used to it being 90 degrees here in the summer without afternoon downpours that last 30 minutes. I mean, how do you get by?
Anyhoo. I'm signing off, b/c I actually am ahead in my homework, and have some time to enjoy the rain and read some supernatural, badass chick with weapons kind of novel.
BTW: I bought the 3rd installment of Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake series, Circus of the Damned. I haven't begun it yet, but I'm super siked. It's my present for getting through the rest of summer session 1.
Hope you're enjoying your weather as much as I am ours up here in NORTH CArolina!
In other news, Partner got a movie critique back in his World Cinema class and was told that he has "enormous writerly talent." My first inclination is to take all the credit of course, what with me holding a BA and MA in English and all, but I have to give him all the credit. He is definitely sassy, witty, and extremely cute. That last part has nothing to do with his writing, but I had to throw that in there. He's my baby doll.
It's raining here, like it rains in Florida, and I have to say, in the two years I've lived up here it has never rained this way before. I love it. It's been humid and muggy today, and there is thunder, wind, and lots and lots of rain. That is what it's all about. I'm so not used to it being 90 degrees here in the summer without afternoon downpours that last 30 minutes. I mean, how do you get by?
Anyhoo. I'm signing off, b/c I actually am ahead in my homework, and have some time to enjoy the rain and read some supernatural, badass chick with weapons kind of novel.
BTW: I bought the 3rd installment of Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake series, Circus of the Damned. I haven't begun it yet, but I'm super siked. It's my present for getting through the rest of summer session 1.
Hope you're enjoying your weather as much as I am ours up here in NORTH CArolina!
Saturday, June 2, 2007
09ers, 90210ers and other pop culture musings
So there's the thing. Partner and I's friend Thomas came into town for dinner last night, and we ate Elizabeth's Pizza (yum) and went to Ed McKay's, a discount book and CD store. That's a dangerous dangerous place to go, especially if you're a book/music geek like Partner and me. But to make a long browsing session short, I have to admit something a tad bit shameful. I found Beverly Hills 90210 season one for only 18 bucks. Now, before you give me those eye rolls we're all so fond of, let me explain.
90210 was a show, at least for its first 3 seasons, that peaked my interest and fandom on an exponential level. I was 10/11 during the first and second seasons and 12 during the 3rd season when, as I remember it, Brenda, (Shannon Doherty) was kicked off the show for being a wild child. She was my favorite, so I suppose I should've known then that I would become a fan of badass girls who were sassy, smart, and ignored the status quo (although Shannon D., didn't exactly ignore the status quo, but you get the idea). I just had to buy it, for my nostalgia, for my fond memories of the '90s, and for the fun it is to watch the show and laugh at how silly it was trying to examine some serious issues (like race, class, sex, gender, immigration, politics in general, religion, etc) cloaked behind a teenie bopper drama.
But Veronica Mars, another teenie show, was not so teenie. Or tweenie. The very first episode laid it all out for us: there was the rich and the rest of the high school. The 09ers. And what did they go and do? Cancel one of the only shows with a REAL sassy, smart, tongue sharp, biting sarcasm filled young woman who didn't have a traditional weapon, except for her camera, a postmodern version of a knife, a sword, knumchucks, etc. It was a smart version of 90210 that dealt with issues of class and race on an episode by episode basis; even more than that, they were ingrained in the very fabric of the characters, the set, the plot.
And now, NBC has hired David Greenwalt, co-writer and producer of Angel, to write and produce for Moonlight, a show about a PI vampire who helps the helpless. Yep. Sounds like Angel doesn't it? And where was NBC when Angel and company were shopping around for a new home after dumbass president of WB cancelled the show? Yeah. Riiiigghttt.
Anyhoo. I'm off to do, you guessed it, MORE homework. That's all I do these days. If anyone ever tells you to take two summer 5 week session Ph.D. level courses, just say NO.
Until next time my little babooshkas.
90210 was a show, at least for its first 3 seasons, that peaked my interest and fandom on an exponential level. I was 10/11 during the first and second seasons and 12 during the 3rd season when, as I remember it, Brenda, (Shannon Doherty) was kicked off the show for being a wild child. She was my favorite, so I suppose I should've known then that I would become a fan of badass girls who were sassy, smart, and ignored the status quo (although Shannon D., didn't exactly ignore the status quo, but you get the idea). I just had to buy it, for my nostalgia, for my fond memories of the '90s, and for the fun it is to watch the show and laugh at how silly it was trying to examine some serious issues (like race, class, sex, gender, immigration, politics in general, religion, etc) cloaked behind a teenie bopper drama.
But Veronica Mars, another teenie show, was not so teenie. Or tweenie. The very first episode laid it all out for us: there was the rich and the rest of the high school. The 09ers. And what did they go and do? Cancel one of the only shows with a REAL sassy, smart, tongue sharp, biting sarcasm filled young woman who didn't have a traditional weapon, except for her camera, a postmodern version of a knife, a sword, knumchucks, etc. It was a smart version of 90210 that dealt with issues of class and race on an episode by episode basis; even more than that, they were ingrained in the very fabric of the characters, the set, the plot.
And now, NBC has hired David Greenwalt, co-writer and producer of Angel, to write and produce for Moonlight, a show about a PI vampire who helps the helpless. Yep. Sounds like Angel doesn't it? And where was NBC when Angel and company were shopping around for a new home after dumbass president of WB cancelled the show? Yeah. Riiiigghttt.
Anyhoo. I'm off to do, you guessed it, MORE homework. That's all I do these days. If anyone ever tells you to take two summer 5 week session Ph.D. level courses, just say NO.
Until next time my little babooshkas.
Friday, June 1, 2007
One More Time for the Cheap Seats in the Back!
So it's been awhile since I've posted. So long in fact, blogger deleted my blog. Here's my question: shouldn't they at least send you an email? A heads up? A "hey, you haven't posted so we're deleting you" kind of dear john letter? Apparently not. And here's a question: why don't they call them dear jane letters? Just a sidenote, but I digress.
Hopefully I'll be posting more regularly, but all the reading and writing I have to do for school I sort of fell out of the habit. So what's new with me?
Here, we'll use bullets, cause I like bullets, and my friend Kate likes them too.
I'll holla back later. Enjoy my new blog!
Hopefully I'll be posting more regularly, but all the reading and writing I have to do for school I sort of fell out of the habit. So what's new with me?
Here, we'll use bullets, cause I like bullets, and my friend Kate likes them too.
- I've been watching "Sex and the City" a little too much lately. I feel like Carrie right now typing on my laptop, although I do not live in posh New York, nor do I have a size 2 body complete with stylish clothes on a crappy salary. But I like it anyway.
- I'm reading Laurell K. Hamilton novels; they are about vampires: Anita Blake is a vampire slayer (no Buffy, but badass in her own way) and an animator; what does that mean? She is a necromancer (every time I type this I think of the season 5 Angel ep with the necromancer who puts demons into the bodies of dead humans) who reanimates dead people (Zombies) for a living. But the zombies in Hamilton's world are dumb, slow, and do not eat human flesh (for the most part. Only if they don't want to decay, and who doesn't want that?) In her world, vampires are people too, and they live among humans, participating happily in the consumerist materialism that is the American Way. Ya gotta love that. Oh, and she's a badass woman with weapons. I like that.
- I'm taking summer classes, 2 in fact, and they are kicking my proverbial behind. I'm reading and reading and reading some more, so much so that my eyes are metaphorically bleeding out of my skull. But I'm learning a lot. This is what I'm learning: that America is a bully and always has been, that we think we're God and therefore have the right to kill, move, Americanize, and all around snuff out any other culture, language or identity that doesn't fit the white, heterosexual, prudish paradigm. Nice.
- I'm watching some good films for my philosophy and film course, and I'm learning a lot about Hannah Arendt, a very influential 20th century philosopher who had a lot to say about 2 of the major events of the 20th century: Nazism and Stalinism. I might bounce some of her ideas off this blog every now and then.
- I'm gearing up for my homegirl's wedding: she's getting married on 07/07/07. Pretty sweet huh? She picked this date so her groom will remember their anniversary. I'm currently taking bets on the future of that assumption.
- Oh, and, I'm in the wedding. Now I can hear your question: what does the dress look like? It's red (a plus) and a simple A line long dress. She picked the best cut for all of us, I think; she had to pick a dress that would hold one of the bridesmaid's breasts; she's like a DD so...yeah. I'm going to feel quite inadequate, but that's ok; we'll be drinking mimosas all day.
- My puppy, Dax, (after Jetsia Dax on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) has gotten better: she's 8 months now, and still chewing up things but a tad more mellow and grown up. She does, however, get me up every morning at 5 to potty, and at 7 to eat. Needless to say, I'm walking around like one of Anita Blake's reanimated corpses.
- Oh, and I'm teaching an online course: WGS 250: Intro to Women's and Gender Studies; and while I appreciate the new technology of online courses, etc., a course that questions your identity at the very core is by no means a course that needs to take place online. However, one good thing? The students seem to be a tad more honest and forthcoming when they don't have to meet face to face. Foucault would say they have policed themselves a tad less than usual; don't you think?
I'll holla back later. Enjoy my new blog!
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