Archive for November, 2010

Waxing Gibbous: 93% of Full

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

Holy crap. It’s obvious the moon is nearly full.

Left the house this morning, shaken by a gross-out (see below). On my 2.5-block walk to the subway, I saw the building across the street being emptied, belongings in garbage bags and people in masks. I hope it was fire or water damage, because if it was bedbugs, they were totally irresponsible with how they were handling it. Rounded the corner, only to hear some guy yelling over and over again “f**k the negro race!” There was a fire truck parked near by, and I think they started yelling something back, or maybe it was another driver. Got to the subway and people were running around, but for no discernible reason.

I was so happy to get to work and just hide in the cubical for a bit. When my colleagues arrived, we made some rounds checking on our AT computers. We were pretty punchy (my silliness being leftovers from Wednesday dinner with a couple of my medieval boys.) The work day was pretty normal. Ran by the history dept after work, and ended up chatting for over an hour.
The walk to the subway was the usual chaos, nothing out of the ordinary pain in the butt. However, when I got down to the platform, someone had taken a dump, and the entire platform smelled just awful. Everyone had crowded to one side, and the movement of the trains created wind that carried the stench everywhere.

Part of civilized human maturity is developing habits that differentiate a person from other animals. I had to clean out the drain after a roommate’s shower, and there was nasty boogerness that totally made me gag this morning. I don’t need to be touching someone else’s biowaste; I did that with my last roommate’s blood. Plus, there have been used bandaids in the shower for a couple days. Yuck!

We don’t have a garbage disposal, but a roommate allowed food to go down the drain. Now the sink stinks, has standing water, and breeds fruit flies. Again, I must take it upon myself to scour and Drano.

He’s Just Not That Into You

Monday, November 15th, 2010

“I miss the days where you had one phone number and one answering machine. And that one answer machine housed one cassette tape. And that one cassette tape either had a message from a guy or it didn’t. And now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It’s exhausting.”

Email, text, chat, voicemail, Facebook, OkCupid…

Tune of the Day

Monday, November 15th, 2010

Laibach: Geburt Einer Nation

This is an amazing cover of Queen’s “One Vision.” The video is actually Queen, rather than the Laibach one, but I thought it was funnier that way. I have posted the Laibach video below.

Now I first discovered this song on the Cleopatra compilation “Industrial Revolution.” However, it didn’t stand out until I was working day one and the song came on; I actually laughed out loud in my cubical. Now, you must understand that the Queen song has mnemonic connection for me–it is the song the main character plays in Iron Eagle when he flies. So, this “Tune of the Day” is at least eight years overdue.

wOOt?

Monday, November 15th, 2010

Slept poorly, woke up early, missed my bus, computer battery died, water exploded, riffed about medieval literature, and received a positive critique of my teaching. woot.

Tune of the Day

Sunday, November 14th, 2010

Siouxsie and the Banshees: Face to Face

Nearly spit upon

Sunday, November 14th, 2010

Some pig missed me with his spit by six inches. I was angry, but it also felt fitting.

I was comfortable being single for the last two years, but now I am officially sick of it.

Remember back in early September when I said I was getting back on the horse? Well it took two months for that horse to show up for a date, and it’s been impossible to get a second, even though he insists he wants to get together. I sent a series of questions, trying to figure out what might be in the way, but it’s always the same answer: work. While I constantly have work to do, I also decide to get up from it occasionally. I am at a loss… and exhausted from preparing for dates that don’t happen.

And I’m freaking lonely. I am someone with a lot to give and even more to feel. It’s all wasted pining for some ambiguous future relationship.

I am not interested in the 50-year olds and 22-year olds that hound me on OkCupid. Beyond that, I’m super picky. It’s not as though my “inbox” is empty; there are plenty of options that don’t interest me.

I have my first real wrinkle. Unlike Henry Rollins who had smile lines, I have a 2.5″ worry line over my right eye. It’s a doozy. My hands look ancient, but fortunately my face generally passes for younger.

Telescoping time applies to age as well, but conversely. The years 1996-1998 seem to have lasted so much longer than 2008-2010, or even 2005-2010.

I don’t know what else to say now. I guess I’m moody. I feel as though the folks on the subway are staring at my worry lines and the expression that produces them…

Tune of the Day

Sunday, November 14th, 2010

Janelle Monae: Many Moons

I can’t believe I haven’t posted her yet. We androids must stick together.

Tune of the Day

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

Mr. B: Piece of My Mind

I didn’t realize I hadn’t posted Mr. B, the Gentleman Rhymer, before. Now the chap hop battle will have context.

Arboredom

Wednesday, November 10th, 2010

Grey and vascular

my old companion is stripped naked

the crowd around him, vainly dressed, flutters with mockery

he looks exhausted, bent, leaning

still standing tallest

yet the wind robs him mute

Do Not Feed

Wednesday, November 10th, 2010

Angry, stubborn

teeth misaligned

struggling to open

fingers precarious

I impose my will

open, close

it is put to right

damn zipper