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jacktellslies) wrote2006-01-17 08:43 pm
jacktellslies) wrote2006-01-17 08:43 pm
Entry tags:
- fish,
- queer,
- school,
- thenineties,
- work
We're all more than a little bit to the left. Or, People are objects and concepts.
The basil plant, Basil, died. The time of death was probably sometime last week or month, but Megan disposed of the body today. I told her that some time ago I'd decided that as the only living progeny of our relationship, Basil should probably die. I continued caring for it, but my ill will most likely led to its demise. She did not seem pleased. Nor should she have been. Our love didn't even live long enough to make pesto. What sort of love is that?
I've started with my classes, the last two I'll have to take as an undergraduate. Both of them look to be better than I thought they'd be. The education course is about classroom technology. I am more shocked than I can say to discover that the professor appears to be intelligent, and that the course will require more effort than I had thought it would, but that it will actually teach me something, and something useful at that. This is only the second course I have taken as an education major that could claim such a thing. I am also even more impressed with advanced Shakespeare than I thought I'd be. The professor is an older woman, and she is brilliant, obviously. The neat part is that we will only be reading four plays. I've not had the opportunity to spend so much time on any given work in all of my time as an English major, as I recall. The promise of depth is exciting. Also, we watched a bit of Kenneth Branagh's Much Ado About Nothing, and the entire class, including the professor, laughed every time Keanu Reeves was on screen, even moreso if he was on a horse. I shall enjoy this.
The shape of my life changes this week: I'll be working four days a week and going to school for two, with one full day to myself, most likely Wednesdays or Saturdays.
My dark secret is that I am one of those children who actually does zir homework, and does it fairly well. I do not want to allow it to eat my life this semester, as I am wont to do. I do not want work to devour me, either. Half of my team is leaving, including one of the best fishmongers with whom I ever expect to work. I appreciate the added responsibility, as the sort of work I have been doing lately is more challenging and more interesting, and as it will come with a raise. And I do like to work. However, I am too much of a socialist to think that I should have to work all of the time, even if I do enjoy it. I adore both work and school, but I need and demand time for existing and living.
(None of this would be such a problem, by the by, if I weren't required to work four days of the week in order to get health insurance. In other words, please note that the lack of universal healthcare in America will be preventing at least one queer from having free time and idle hands. Bush wins again.)
I watched one of (there is more than one!) the musical episodes of Xena: Warrior Princess today. It was the single gayest thing I've ever seen. I'm gayer than I've ever been before for having seen it. The truly scary part of all of this was that the venue through which I watched it was Aiden's Tenth Anniversary Edition fake-leather-bound Xena DVD. I hid in my parents' basement with the volume low, changing the channel every time I thought she was going to do the battle cry or I heard someone coming down the stairs because they'd know, over ten years ago. I've been this gay for more than ten years. Do you even understand the kind of stamina that requires?
I've started with my classes, the last two I'll have to take as an undergraduate. Both of them look to be better than I thought they'd be. The education course is about classroom technology. I am more shocked than I can say to discover that the professor appears to be intelligent, and that the course will require more effort than I had thought it would, but that it will actually teach me something, and something useful at that. This is only the second course I have taken as an education major that could claim such a thing. I am also even more impressed with advanced Shakespeare than I thought I'd be. The professor is an older woman, and she is brilliant, obviously. The neat part is that we will only be reading four plays. I've not had the opportunity to spend so much time on any given work in all of my time as an English major, as I recall. The promise of depth is exciting. Also, we watched a bit of Kenneth Branagh's Much Ado About Nothing, and the entire class, including the professor, laughed every time Keanu Reeves was on screen, even moreso if he was on a horse. I shall enjoy this.
The shape of my life changes this week: I'll be working four days a week and going to school for two, with one full day to myself, most likely Wednesdays or Saturdays.
My dark secret is that I am one of those children who actually does zir homework, and does it fairly well. I do not want to allow it to eat my life this semester, as I am wont to do. I do not want work to devour me, either. Half of my team is leaving, including one of the best fishmongers with whom I ever expect to work. I appreciate the added responsibility, as the sort of work I have been doing lately is more challenging and more interesting, and as it will come with a raise. And I do like to work. However, I am too much of a socialist to think that I should have to work all of the time, even if I do enjoy it. I adore both work and school, but I need and demand time for existing and living.
(None of this would be such a problem, by the by, if I weren't required to work four days of the week in order to get health insurance. In other words, please note that the lack of universal healthcare in America will be preventing at least one queer from having free time and idle hands. Bush wins again.)
I watched one of (there is more than one!) the musical episodes of Xena: Warrior Princess today. It was the single gayest thing I've ever seen. I'm gayer than I've ever been before for having seen it. The truly scary part of all of this was that the venue through which I watched it was Aiden's Tenth Anniversary Edition fake-leather-bound Xena DVD. I hid in my parents' basement with the volume low, changing the channel every time I thought she was going to do the battle cry or I heard someone coming down the stairs because they'd know, over ten years ago. I've been this gay for more than ten years. Do you even understand the kind of stamina that requires?
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I only learned about the Decemberists this week. This leads me to believe that you knew about them, but didn't check, just to make sure, that I wasn't living a miserable existence without them. Because I was. Is there anything else you've been keeping from me?
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It's true. I knew of them long before you did. I..I'm sorry. It was selfihs and I was wrong.
I offer you The Frames in penance. They are Irish, and mopey. However, if you tease them for crying in the pub, they will break achair over your fucking head.
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Very well. I accept the gift and the apology. Don't let it happen again.
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I'll hug all the darkest nooks and creepiest crannies just for you.
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Thank you much.
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#1. The stuffed animal given to me by my "Megan" has a hole on the paw, tearing from the seams. I am being careful not to sleep or play with them (animal and human) too much, to keep the aggravation at a minimum.
#2. I, too, am in my final semester as an undergraduate and am only attending two classes! We shall find out how they, Philosophy and Mathematics, go tomorrow. I will be hunting for a job that doesn't swallow my freetime whole the way previous ones have.
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Because, as doppelgängers, were we to meet, one of us would be forced to kill the other. I'm sure that this will pass soon enough, and we can go back to being in the same city once again.
(Until then, if you ever use AIM, my screen name is cain son of eve.)
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"People are objects and concepts."
tsk. how could you say such a thing?
incidentally, i've heard rumors that neil gaimen will be making an appearance at temple on the evening of the 26th. you interested?
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That will be Friday? Oh, bugger! I think that I am closing that night. If you can tell me when he'll be there I might be able to switch my shift, although the earliest I'd get out would be seven o'clock. However, Saturday I have off from work, and would be available for sushi if that will be happening and if you wouldn't mind my coming.
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26th is thursday, i believe at 8pm.
we'd love you to join us for fish. :) assuming that i'm not in pittsburgh, that is. if i *am* in pittsburgh, then i'm pretty sure linda would still love you to join her for fish...