voluntary in nature: Cold Journey (1976): Cold Journey , Martin Defalco , provided by the National Film Board of Canada *Really excited to see Cold Journey finally available for...
Misadventures in the 785
Thursday, December 28, 2017
voluntary in nature: Cold Journey (1976)
I remember watching this movie as a kid.
voluntary in nature: Cold Journey (1976): Cold Journey , Martin Defalco , provided by the National Film Board of Canada *Really excited to see Cold Journey finally available for...

voluntary in nature: Cold Journey (1976): Cold Journey , Martin Defalco , provided by the National Film Board of Canada *Really excited to see Cold Journey finally available for...
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
two weeks to go
Sunday, June 09, 2013
I survived the spring
We're reading The Road, and simultaneously working through The Use and Abuse of Literature. This class is more of a Lit Crit & Theory-type, without having to drudge through all of the post-whatever nonsense. Yes, I just dismissed Lit Crit out of hand. I read a Lit Crit textbook once, just for fun. Intriguing, but not something I'd like to discuss for six hours a week. I like that the teacher wants us to find the good in all of these books, even The Help.
In Sexy Psych class, my first project was a short article disseminating (heehee) research info to the unwashed masses. I did mine on a report showing that Playboy Magazine, Barbie dolls, and the like have convinced millions of young men and women that female bodies should be hairless and prepubescent from the ribcage down. Sadly, a majority of young men now think that women with narrow hips and an anorexic BMI are the most ideal mates with which to partner up and have children. Just let that sink in. Sociology will be mostly reading, and then July will be paper-writing time. As it happens, my Psych class will be over at the end of June, so I've managed to stagger the timing in my favor. There's still a metric-ton of articles and books to cram into my thick skull, however. It's a good thing I don't watch television.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
vignettes
Yesterday: walking around Hastings with Nick, after a day spent eating, wandering, and catching up. grinning like a fool.
Friday: walking over to the Spencer to see the Food Utopias project I was a part of, seeing my name in print, grinning like a fool.
Wednesday: an exhausting, busy day. the Kansas Union stairwell smells like a congregation of farts. I sit in my chair, feeling isolated from the rest of my class. one of the girls takes my picture for the London Review book. I look better than I feel, but my mood brightens a little. Courtney presents on number stations at this month's nerd Nite. hearing the metallic recitation of numbers makes my blood run cold.
last Friday: Middle of the Map fest. Nick and I walk around, listening to bands and seeing familiar faces in the crowd. Grizzly Bear's set captivates me. they have gigantic jars full of lights, encased in netting and suspended by pulleys. by turns, they resemble: floating jars of fireflies, translucent jellyfish, liquid fireworks, sperm swimming heavenward.
last Monday: I have several great visual pieces for the London Review book. in idea form only, though. I sit at my computer, realize I don't have Photoshop. I despair. I submit a page of overheard quotes, instead, after a futile attempt at corralling classmates with Photoshop skills into bringing my ideas to life.
Wed March 27: in Environmental Sociology, we begin watching a documentary about strip-mining, titled The Last Mountain. I despair for humanity. it takes us three classes to get through the entire piece.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
February 2013
We had to replace our antique desks with cubicles. I pouted. Then I got to work. First thing, address the lack of natural light. Our office was once an x-ray room. I made a pretend skylight out of the fluorescent light panel.
I'm hell-bent on transforming the office into a rainforest cave of sorts. There's a small tree on the other side of the cubicle wall to my right.
Then it snowed, and Stealth was pleased, and I was like, "Oh, lovely! Snow!"
I helped my friend Ruth, since she had a knee replacement. then I did a little light reading.
Then we had a weird false dawn, thanks to city lights and cloud cover. This was taken an hour before actual sunrise.
Then the sun actually came out, and I was pleased. People in Russia were not so pleased.
During a break at work, I figured out how to do fishtail braids.
Then it snowed again, and I was like, 'Oh, boy."
KU closed campus, but I had to report for work.
Then, it snowed AGAIN. And I was like, "Just. Please. Stop. Before the trees collapse."
Nothing to do that night but read and commune with Stealth.
KU closed campus AGAIN. I still had to report for duty.
Reflecting on how, even at 37, I feel like a teenager sometimes.
My favorite blizzard pic. No alteration, just a combination of lamplight and reflected city lights.
Monday, January 14, 2013
I happened on a house built of living light where everything evil disappears and dies
To everyone in those tiny factory towns, who said I couldn't and shouldn't: thank you for the reverse psychology. It worked. I never dreamed I'd be having so much fun with this life.
When they love you, and they will
Tell 'em all they'll love in my shadow
And if they try to slow you down
Tell 'em all to go to hell
When they love me, and they will
I'll tell 'em all they'll love in your shadow
And if they try to slow me down
I'll tell 'em all to go to hell...
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