Saturday, April 5
in between the shows: i read 224 pages of foucault (all except the last 12), attended a most productive discussion of same (which made me glad for intervening and sorry for missed potential of past meetings), rerevised and submitted my paper ("the discipline is punnish" - if there's a time it's okay to make puns that bad, it's in the title of a paper about puns), and continued to not have my id.
other week highlights: the panel on social sciences integration, which demonstrated that swat professors can say wonderfully cogent and insightful things and oddly pigheaded and narrowminded things in about the same proportions as swat students (high). the student video fest, especially duolan's múmmy-mailbox wonderland, haendler's meaning-of-s'more parody i guess and smalls/skonnect's irony-destroying (and discreetly time-limit-disregarding) "police car movie." storysharing philorelg in the president's sun. and the promos kept piling up (waist-deep now.)
today, whenever it decides to start, will be about jazz and gender. i'm trying to think of a lewis-carroll-themed outfit that will be appropriately skimpy. good thing it will feel warmer tonight than it does now (i hear at home they're having an ice storm, shades of 1991.)
what belongs on the love life of the octopad: selected yo la tengo 1995-2003? you tell me.
little eyes will open but they don't see very far
you can only hurt the ones you love
that might be true, but better said:
you only hurt the ones that love you
(what an ungodly mashup that would be)
other week highlights: the panel on social sciences integration, which demonstrated that swat professors can say wonderfully cogent and insightful things and oddly pigheaded and narrowminded things in about the same proportions as swat students (high). the student video fest, especially duolan's múmmy-mailbox wonderland, haendler's meaning-of-s'more parody i guess and smalls/skonnect's irony-destroying (and discreetly time-limit-disregarding) "police car movie." storysharing philorelg in the president's sun. and the promos kept piling up (waist-deep now.)
today, whenever it decides to start, will be about jazz and gender. i'm trying to think of a lewis-carroll-themed outfit that will be appropriately skimpy. good thing it will feel warmer tonight than it does now (i hear at home they're having an ice storm, shades of 1991.)
what belongs on the love life of the octopad: selected yo la tengo 1995-2003? you tell me.
little eyes will open but they don't see very far
you can only hurt the ones you love
that might be true, but better said:
you only hurt the ones that love you
(what an ungodly mashup that would be)
