another year in the life
giant margarita you can swim in – 0
me – 1
Category: life and living
Not so much the daily grind, as the things that fall outside the scope of academics.
to self, from liver
Did you not learn, back in the day, with Patrick and Stargate, that drinking games and hard alcohol are a bad idea? Dilute the vodka with fruit juice, then start watching House…
Also, the cats still like vodka. Do not leave shots of it unattended; while drunk cats are fun, cat vomit is not so much.
my native language is bay area, how about you?
Dear intarweb:
May has taught me that linguistically, you can determine where people come from based on not simply how they talk, but how they construct their sentences, what standards they hold, how meaning is construed, and a host of other things that I’m certain linguists must have a field day studying.
Personally, just makes me think that I’m going to be stuck forever. I can either live on a coast where I speak the language but move 10x faster than anyone else, or live on a coast where I don’t speak the language and am constantly tripping up because of it, but at least everyone moves at my pace.
And the first person who suggests I should obviously live between the two has 1) never lived in, let alone visited, the flyover states and 2) will be pelted with pens, papers, or whatever else I have on hand.
don’t let assholes rent space in your head
Cory Doctorow has written a funny and insightful article on how to handle trolls on message boards, coining the term troll-whisperer to talk about the fabulous Teresa Neilsen Hayden. A must read… now if only it could be ported to real life.
does the moon cry when the sun sets?
I’m having the sort of night where I’d like to climb out on the fire escape, or maybe even up it to the roof, wrapped in a blanket, barefoot and vulnerable to the world. Where I would like to lean against MoMo, or curl up and watch endless hours of CSI with Bennett.
I think I’m lonely.
No, I know I’m lonely.
Laurie and I were talking today, about how academics don’t often put down roots in new communities. She was being acidic about it, playing up the elitism that often plagues academics, but she was right, in some ways. Mostly because it’s just difficult to put down effective roots. Especially since I know this place isn’t permanent for me, I know I’ll be leaving after I graduate.
When I was in Seattle, I wasn’t certain I was ever going to leave. I settled, for the first time since my mid-teens. I allowed myself to make connections, and for the first time since I can’t even remember how long, friends. People I could trust, let my hair down with, relax. I hadn’t really believed, that after so many years in one place, I was going to leave again.
And yet, I did.
I guess it’s just been on my mind. I knew I was making a lonely choice when I made it, and that it would be a long path. But sometimes it’s hard to be reminded of what you had, and what you walked away from, and won’t have again.
Of course, you could also just call this “still suffering writers block, feeling sorry for self, and visited the liquor store.” Probably more accurate, anyway.