Karma
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life

I take a bit of guilty pleasure in noting the plight of a particularly onerous female in town.  It's nice to know that what goes around truly does come around, even to those blessed with quite formidable proboscis.  Many of us owe her thanks for getting some real losers of our hands--glad to share, glad for share.

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tackiness
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Blogging

A certain women, of dubious breeding, had the extraordinary bad taste to complain about the apparent lack of foreplay in her life in her public blog. I wonder who she imagines would care and why she would bother to share.  However, share she must and share she will and share she is...

Curious My Spacers will recognize this tasteless person by the hominym above.  The blog in question can also be readily identified by the ludicrous 8th grader font and by the ruthless punctuation abuse.  What, I wonder, did the innocent comma ever do to her?

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Evil machiavellian chess games
Current mood: infuriated
Category: Life

I wonder what it must be like to be a mere pawn?  I hope I never find out.

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Damn it!
Current mood: melancholy

there's a tear in my eye
because of a guy
shit!

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Hearts

Today my heart hurts a little.  Must remember to harden it.

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So it goes...
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry

When Kurt Vonnegut lived in Northampton, he lived on my street, which, at the time, was South Street.  I had known his daughter and grandaughter for quite some time because we all waited for the schoolbus with our young children together.  My then live-in boyfriend formed an acquaintance with Vonnegut because Vonnegut furnished his Northampton pad with Fly by Night furniture, and my guy worked at Fly by Night. Apparently, Vonnegut had a special fondness for end tables---he bought a ton of them.

When Michaelson galleries had a reception for Vonnegut to welcome him to town and show his, considerable output of artwork, I had to go. The way things worked out I had to bring my, very reluctant, 2nd grader with me.  We went and looked at all the paintings, sampled the special brews Northampton Brewery made in his honor, then cued up to say hello and shake his hand. Erin was squirmy while waiting, to say the least.  When we finally reached the front of the line, I shook Vonnegut's hand and told him how delightful I found his little granddaughter.  He replied cordially. Before we were even a yard away from the venerable author, my little girl piped up, quite loudly "Can we go now? These pictures are no good anyway."

I later discovered that Vonnegut regaled his family with the story of the little red-headed girl who was, in his estimation, the best part of the opening at Michaelsons.

We'll miss you Mr. Vonnegut. Have fun on Tralfamadore. Say hello to Billy Pilgrim and Montana Wildhack.

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student wit
Current mood: groggy
Category: School, College, Greek

Fun with students papers
Things my students unintentionally crack me up with:

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Things I love
Current mood: indifferent
Category: Writing and Poetry

Curb kicking

Mussels

French critical theory

Salad

Satie

Early Pere Ubu

Analog polysynth keyboards

Sausage, certain types

pigtails

being perfectly groomed at all times

Coffee

Little black dresses

fishnets

insanely expensive lingerie

salmon

teaching the kids to write and appreciate literature

Writing rather odd, sometimes pornographic, fiction

knitting

playing piano

romantic comedies from the 1930's, especially The Thin Man

being given what for

Godard's films

The French new wave

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fake tourism
Current mood: mischievous
Category: Travel and Places

So here's a fun idea for folks, like me, who don't have time to travel anywhere far during their vacation.  Be a tourist in your own town, or close to home at any rate.  Here's how it works: 1)Book lodgings at a charming B & B no more than 1 hour away from home.

2) If you can, fake an accent, preferably foreign.  It's even better if you can actually speak another language--German, for instance.

3) Ask your hosts for advice on where it's best to eat, catch films, find night life.  If you can begin some of these questions, "Wo ist die Kino?"  "Wo sind die restauranten?" "Wo ist die treffenspiele?" then catch yourself and translate into broken English, so much the better.

4) Actually go to the places they suggest, if only briefly.  They may suggest some pretty lame entertainment, so no need to actually hang out for long.

5) At the breakfast which all B & B's have, try to get some foods from your fake homeland.  "Haben sie kasekuche oder brautwurst, dieses Morgen?"

6) This, of course, is only the beginning of the fun a talented fake toursit can have.  Let me know how your adventures in fake tourism go.

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things I hate
Current mood: cranky
Category: Writing and Poetry

People who think "a lot" is one word.

People who believe "our" and "are" are interchangeable.

White jeans.

Sausage, certain types

Fake tans.

Plagiarists.

Doughnuts.

Most Country music.

Mormons/Jehovah's Witnesses at the front door.

Daytime television/ most of nighttime too.

Parenting advice given by non-parents.

Sanctimonious snots

Most hipsters.

Winter.

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