California…Knows How to Party

November 18, 2008 at 4:09 pm (anthropology)

I am leaving tomorrow for my first-ever trip to California to present a paper that is not yet written.  Whoo hoo!  Navigatrix will be accompanying me, since I cannot seem to do a national meeting without her lately.

Last time I left town I broke my foot.  And the time before that I succumbed to a grave illness.  I hope my luck changes for the better.

Anyone want to help me write this paper?  Feel free to share what you know about botanical gardens in the comments field.


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November 13, 2008 at 6:37 pm (Uncategorized)

After being poked, prodded, squished, flattened, stuck, scraped, and violated, I have been diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome.  I will take metformin for 6 weeks and then I’ll get stuck and squished again.  It sucks to have a syndrome (at least I don’t have a “condition”) but maybe now my mustache and my belly won’t be so noticeable.

Some good news: My endocrinologist said  that my bad cholesterol was the lowest she’d ever seen in a patient.   I suppose I have to thank my daily bowl of oatmeal, because, even though I don’t really trust the nurtitional info we get from the media, I don’t think it’s because of the pie, pizza, and cheeseburgers.

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I Seem Determined

November 13, 2008 at 9:55 am (Uncategorized)

…to scandalize the young man who assists me in physical therapy.   When I got home last night after PT, I discovered that my pants, though not undone like last time, were ripped in the crotch area.

Is this the universe’s way of telling me to buy new pants?

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Chuck Scarborough, Your Slip is Showing

November 7, 2008 at 11:03 am (Uncategorized)

Chuck, it’s been your job for over 30 years now to read stuff off the teleprompter accurately.  How do you still manage to mess that up?  Last night on the NBC news, in an attempt to make some racing analogy regarding the presidential election, Chuck said, “Obama drove a race CARD, while McCain had a go-kart.”  Chuck quickly corrected himself, but still, what the fuck, Chuck?

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Surprisingly Emotional

November 5, 2008 at 10:49 am (Uncategorized)

Over the past few months, I had distanced myself from the election. I knew for whom I wanted to vote, and I knew that my mind wasn’t going to change. I didn’t watch the debates or the interviews. I recognized that those were designed to convince on-the-fence voters. Nothing new would be presented to someone who was already committed to a course of action.

Also, I must confess, I avoided the debates because I am a harsh critic with a physical aversion to double-speak. At the sound of even one lieful stammer, one vacuous sound-byte, one hearty promise of the same-old, same-old, I would’ve covered my ears, screamed, and fled the room (which is hard to do in a studio apartment). It doesn’t matter who said it. I just would not have been able to stand it. And, honestly, I would’ve been terribly disappointed to hear those kinds of things uttered by my candidate of choice. (I am not saying that he did not utter these types of things. I know how political campaigns are run. I am only admitting that I would not have been able to witness such stuff. Pressing the flesh and kissing babies. Gah).

I believe my distance was also part of that thing I do when I want something that might not happen. I try to teach myself how to live without it. Not get too invested in it, because it may never materialize. I knew over the past 2 elections that what I’d seen as the obvious choice was not so obvious to the rest of the country, and it could happen again. I recall the bitterness, disappointment, and confusion I felt waking up on November 5, 2000. Even Amsterdam couldn’t completely cheer me. Perhaps I was trying to shield myself from some of that.

Nevertheless, I did vote. It will come as no surprise to regular readers that I found someone to annoy me. She annoyed everyone, and made the long wait on line more unbearable. But I remembered that some people have had to fight boody revolution for the privilege of standing on a long line in order to cast a vote. The least I could do was tolerate an obnoxious woman.

Somehow, after voting, I managed to forget about the election yesterday. I was immersed in tasks that took me away from the internet and the television, and was able to stay in a news-free bubble for most of the workday. It wasn’t until the drive home that I felt my heart do a little nervous flip (I’ve felt this before–on auditions, on first dates, at job interviews, during my comprehensive exams) at what was at stake that evening.

I still couldn’t watch the election coverage on television. I watched reruns of House instead. I needed to know what was going on, of course, but I needed to control the flow of information somewhat. So, I had the New York Times, CNN, and MSNBC open on my computer at the same time while I IMed with TragicCrusade, shopped for handbags, and played online sudoku. The NYT was strangely conservative in its predictions, and had barely attributed 100 electoral votes to Obama when, on the other extreme, MSNBC had awarded him the entire election.

But, of course, Obama won. And it made me very happy. And, as I was struck by the landmarkedness of this event, I thought about how happy my father would’ve been to see this.

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Best Homemade Costume Ever

November 3, 2008 at 10:45 am (Uncategorized)

If it didn’t interfere with my driving, I’d consider being a Bag of Groceries next year:

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