I Don't Know What To Think About This

I've just heard about this thing called Mad Pride. It's not about people who are just super-cool with themselves and their lifestyle. No, it's like people who are schizophrenic and bi-polar rejecting their meds and considering their mental health conditions to be "dangerous gifts" instead of illnesses. Mad Pride activists are working to get larger acceptance of mental diversity.

And I can understand that these people, probably their whole lives, have been looked down on and reject the pressure to be normal by taking pills. On the other hand, I'm not sure if just avoiding sugar and doing yoga is going to help them find some equilibrium. Newsweek does an article on it here.

There is also a slideshow of art. Now, I am into art and trauma and all that, but frankly, if this was the stuff I saw in my head, I don't think I'd consider my mental state a "dangerous gift," but a "scary as hell, please dope me up" kind of gift. But that is just me.

Over to UC

If you haven't been following the events unfolding at University of California, things are going down and it is crazy bananacakes. I feel bad even saying that because it undermines what's going on. Here is the New York Times take on its.

I feel like just focusing on the tuition hike is looking at the story too narrowly. Faculty have been furloughed, and asked to take their furlough days on non-teaching days. While that might sound like an innocent request (or demand), what it really does is make research and writing a non-paid activity. Research and writing is just much a part of an academic's life as teaching is; it's like asking a foreman to only accept payment for when s/he is interacting with workers on the floor, while the time that goes into planning and supervising goes unpaid.

Inherent in this is the fact that UC is probably not going to be an attractive option to brilliant young academics, and so the quality of faculty will suffer from this in the long term.

It's not just about the tuition hikes, it's what they mean and the ways UC is changing. Balancing the books, in this case, means screwing over the faculty and the students and that is just not cool.

sorry, i had the sickies

that's about all. I was, as my dad (and now my husband) say, feeling punk. But Im on the mend and for the first time in ages I feel great.

The Neko Case show was AWESOME! And we had our mad cool friend Richard with us. No pictures of the evening, but it was really fantastic. Neko even brought her dog on stage which I thought was lovely. Her voice is so amazing. I'm more impressed by her range than someone like Mariah Carey who has a big octave range but does so little with it expressively. Neko has range, but also this depth of feeling that goes along with it. It was just a magical evening and I thank Christian for arranging it and Richard for coming. Thank you.

Off To Meet Miss Neko Case

Me and my hot piece are going to see Miss Neko Case perform tomorrow night in Northampton with Calexico (well, some members from Calexico). So probably no more updates till Saturday. Methinks you can handle it somehow.

Oh, you might ask why I can't update at some point earlier in the day to which I would say "good point." But I have a class on Japanese Literature tomorrow and I'm really freaking freaked out by Mishima so I'm going to make sure I handle that.

Handle this.

All The Octi Were Kung-Fu Fighting . . .

Please, if you can, go to the museum and love the pictures for me. It's Utagawa at the British Museum.

Gender Equality in Japan

A website I sometimes check, Shibuya246 posted what the top "husband" and "wife" Google searches were for Japan. It looks like, perhaps, the ladies are venting a bit and the fellas are clueless.

Searching under “husband”

• husband, I want him to die
• husband, I hate him
• husband, allowance, average
• husband, verbal violence
• husband, allowance
• husband, how to call (his name)
• husband, dead, procedures
• husband, depression
• husband, out of work
• husband, dead, pension
  

Searching under “wife”

• wife, birthday present
• wife, birthday present ranking
• wife, present
• wife, hysteria
• wife, how to call (her name)
• wife, depression
• wife, present ranking
• wife, documents not received
• wife, shochu (sake)

I love that both searches -- the womens' super-dark ones and the mens' clueless ones both include "how to call their name." Like, whaaa? You need to do a search on how to call your lady and she is doing a search on how to call you, kill you and collect your pension after you're dead?

This is So Dope

First, it kinda looks like this is a '60's pic (I think that because of her eyebrows), which makes the fact that she is smoking a pipe and popping some major cleavage all the more wicked cool. That is called defying convention. Does anyone know who she is? I don't. But she is thinking about something important, and that is also wicked cool.

Oh goodness, I just can't get over this lady's style, just kicking it with her pipe.

Still Feeling A Little Icky

I had this cold, with chills and a headache, and then I gave it to Christian (he did thank me politely), and now this whole sore throat thing has set it and it is kicking my bottom. We've had about two weeks of feeling sicky and Im ready to be done with it!

One More Thing

It's not like everyone knows all the deets about me, and thats cool. But listen, I do not have a cellular telephone anymore. Please stop telling me you've called my cell and can't get through and have therefore given up on me as a person.

I have a landline. If I'm not in, leave a message and I will call you when I get back. Like normal people used to do. Or send me an email. Or, oh god, write me a letter. I would effin' LOVE to get a letter! A real letter! That would be the best! I would love that!

PO Box 86
Pownal, VT 05261

And you can get my phone number easy, just write me or email me and I'll send it to you.
But please, don't do this thing anymore. Don't tell me my cell is down and you can't call me or be my friend anymore. I haven't had a cell for over a year. Don't get mad because I don't have a cell because that's not nice. Call, email, write. That is still plenty of choices.

WHA?????????

I'm just completely befuddled by this. A bra that is a no-bra that supports you? The little inset picture does not look very supportive to me. And is this whole thing just to be like

"Look, we know you like to look very slutty -- very slutty -- but you still want some support so your boobs don't fall apart as an old woman. So here, we made this just for you, you slut. Love it and wear it."

Uh, okay. It seems really non-functional, but maybe I will. I do try to obey advertisers.

This Is How Bears Are Supposed to Look

Playful, happy, and part ninja. It's in their nature.

Inglourious Basterds

We saw the movie again yesterday and Brad Pitt just kills me in it. He just does the best reading of his lines.

Christian is giving his talk on Wednesday! Come if you can.

On Tarantino, Nazis, and Movies that Can Kill You

4:00 p.m., Paresky Auditorium

The Future of an Illusion Film Series lecture by Christian Thorne. Refreshments. Sponsored by the English Department.

I Love This!

From FU Penguin

If only more penguins cared.

A Little Word About Where I Am Now

Just so everyone knows and all up to date: I live in Vermont with my husband Christian Thorne. We have this farm (see above: barns) and a meadow and views of the Green Mountains. I love it! I love it so much, with all of the seasons--the fall colors and the snowy winters and the bright spring unfolding and a summer that is hot but not too hot.

We have a guest room so you can come visit. I'm writing and homesteading. I make apple butter and knit stuff! And I effin' love it. Cranberry applesauce, anyone? I got it. I'll give you some. Zucchini relish from homegrown zucchini? I gots it. You can have some of that too. You want to cuddle down with a woodstove fire and some kitty cats and watch a movie? You can. It's awesome.

Ooooh, so the homesteading--the planning and growing and harvesting is time-intensive at certain times of the year. April to May has to be scheduled super-tight so that things get planted at the right time. Growing and propagation and then making sure the seedlings get enough water but not too much takes a couple weeks and then things are cool. The apple orchard needs to get sprayed regularly. Honestly, I am surprised at how regimented things have to be to produce food. I guess it's not that surprising, but it does take a lot of planning.

Writing is always intensive. I have kind of a ridiculous routine with that: I need to do a diary entry, read about the craft of writing (a couple pages), a writing exercise of a couple pages and then a thousand words. I have a couple different projects going and try to work on one until it feels exhausted, then switch to another until the other one opens up again. Then I also have to read and try to figure out the tricks the author is using to make the story work. After a couple hours of sitting then its time for physical work--homesteading or planning or whatever. I just can't sit for more than about three hours without getting ants in the pants. Props to people that can sit and read and work for hours: I just cannot do it.

So that's that. That's what Im doing, that's where I live, that's where Im going.

What The Hell Is Going On In This World Of Ours?

First, I cannot stay awake during "30 Rock" anymore, then suddenly the annuals I planted are becoming perennials and now the bears are sick!? What's next? I can handle it, world, but I know you got another shoe to drop, so drop that shit.

So the bears:
These bears are super-creepy without their fur. Apparently it's just the female bears that have lost all their fur. Don't tell me Todd Haynes is making a movie called "Bear Safe," because that's not funny, and it's not fair to the bears. It's winter and they lost their fur, and that is sad sad sad. But then, every time I start to get really weepy for the bears, I see how creepy they look -- like they might be the monster in M. Night Shamalayan's next picture. I realize that was two movie references in one paragraph, but Im going to let it stand.


Eeee, and the skin folds make me feel weird.

You Cannot Trust The Japanese Yazuka

All I can say is damn, if I knew the Japanese mob was on my tail, I'd go under deep cover. But it's amazing that the FBI and the National Police Association in Japan are working hand in hand to protect the Japanese mobsters.


Just because this picture is teeny-tiny and there are loin-cloths involved does not mean these guys will not kick your ass if you giggle at them.

Also, I'm married

Christian and I got married on Sept 3rd. I love that man.

HELLS YES!!

Can you imagine coming home and finding this in your house? I'd poo myself. I think it's some CGI project octo-monster made in the interior of a real house, otherwise I'd give some props. Damn.

On the other hand, there are these cute, tiny, poisonous blue-ringed octos that kill you too:

They just do it cuter. And don't get me started on Australia and all the dangers there. I saw "Rogue," I know those crocodiles stalk you. Ugh. But octopus? They rule!

I Can Not Twitter; But I Can Blog

Just for the memories. The special memories.

I don't think I've gotten any kind of overwhelming response or anything, but since I cannot twitter (and god knows I've tried) I guess I will stick with blogging. Kendra, Casey, Erica--where my girls?

Oh Goodness, Have I Left This Too Long?

I'm considering picking up the blog again. Does anyone care? If I get more than ten responses I will. Otherwise, lets let it go, right? Lets give it a good sending-off party. More than ten and its on. On . ON! As much as I can.

Ps: Picture is for shock value. pls respond.