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[Oct. 14th, 2008|08:01 pm] |
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So I have decided to post after a very long time--and I am doing it while slightly drunk! Go Me!
Issue #1: The Boy
I have been flirting with a very cute, british boy whom I work with at the Kennedy Center. It is a mutual flirtation, very fun and very sexy. I am a strange dichotomy: I am very sexual but incredibly shy i.e Snarry talk big but gets laid little. The boy only has sex in serious relationships (fine) and is not really in the dating scene right now (not fine), so...stay tuned.
Issue #2: School
I passed my french exam!! Woo!!!! So now I move on to comps. For those who do not know, comps are written exams which can cover any topic that you should have studied during your graduate career. You answer 2 questions, write 15-20 pages each, for 3 weeks in a row. School is complicated by the boy because writing comps would be much easier if I were getting the sex.
Issue #3: Politics
Ok, I am all for Obama, love him, love his wife, hell, I even like his kids. I am perplexed by the response of various "lefties" or "progressives" on LJ who hate Obama and say he is no different if not worse than McCain. Ummm...what? No really, what? Yes, Sarah Palin has a vagina--that doesn't make her a feminist. Anyone that wants to take away choice, while talking about the difficult decision she had to make when pregnant with her youngest son, is not a feminist. Anyone who tolerates gay people is not a feminist. Anyone who revels in their own stupidity is not a feminist. Feminsim is the belief that women are equal to men and should be treated as such--THE END. I do not hold popular feminist ideologies with other feminists on LJ (Snarkers know who I am talking about). I am pro-choice, pro-porn, pro-gay, pro-decriminalized prostitution, and pro-sex. My feminist icons are Gayle Rubin, Pat Califia, Scarlet Harlot, and Linda Williams. I am over-educated--that doesn't mean that I am a bad feminist who doesn't get it, it means that I study theory as well as practice.
But back to politics: I am pretty lefty. Hell, the democrats are too socially conservative for me, but what can one do besides await the revolution? I regret my very first vote, 2000, because I voted for Bush. I didn't educate myself enough, I didn't like Gore, and I fell for the compassionate line. I rectified that vote in 2004 even though John Kerry is a human Ent and his wife made statements that were naive to be kind and racist to be blunt. I vote democrat because I love my country. I vote because a soldier's place is at home unless the call to war is a call to end human misery. I vote because I want someone to acknowledge that my body is my body--and it is mine to destroy or revere. I vote because I see the continued hatred and bigotry that has been an unfortunate aspect of the American experience pushed onto the LGBT community. I vote because I believe in education. I vote because I believe that in order to raise yourself up in society, you sometimes need a friendly hand.
And because I believe in all these things I vote Obama/Biden.
Plus Obama's hot. (what?) |
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| Everyone should visit |
[Jul. 29th, 2007|09:15 pm] |
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I have returned from my trip to the ATHE (Association for Theatre in Higher Education) conference which was held in New Orleans. This was my first trip to the city and I honestly had no clue what to expect. I made the conscious choice to stay in a boutique (locally owned) hotel rather than the chain hotel that housed the conference; this was partially due to my desire to help local business owners and the N.O economy as well as my own limited funds. My verdict upon returning home was that everyone needs to visit this city--not just to support our neighbors who have been through so much but because it is a city unlike any other in the U.S.
The taxi ride into the city was interesting, you can see the poverty that affects the non-tourist areas of New Orleans and I was surprised by the dearth of trailers next to houses. I am from the south so I understand the love of campers but that so many houses had these trailers right next to their homes spoke of more than just a love of camping. One of the first landmarks you see heading into N.O proper is the Superdome and it is strange that a chill still runs down my spine thinking of that place. I remember sitting in my sister's living room watching the horror that occured outside that "shelter" and feeling numb. I am not patriotic to any rah-rah extent but the idea that that scene could happen in America, in America! still shocks me.
My hotel was near the French Quarter in the Central Business District, an area which suffered minimal damage (mostly wind and some water damage), and I was struck by how empty the city felt. Late July is not tourist season, its hot and humid and rains at the drop of a hat, but this is still a big city. It lacked the bustle you expect to feel and even though the area suffered little physical damage from the hurricane the area feels haunted by those who once were there.
The reason everyone should go to New Orleans is because the city is sexy and friendly and you can literally feel how happy the locals are to see people visiting, particularly people who have never been. The media continues to talk about the lack of rebuilding and the problesm in the city but this does the residents a disservice. Go! The sooner people come to New Orleans, enjoy the food, learn about voodoo, see the sites, drink a hurricane, walk up and down Bourbon, the sooner that life in the Big Easy can truly return to normal.
I did not go to the 9th ward, although there was a tour available. Part of me wished that I went so I can speak honestly about the crime our government is committing by not getting these homes and businesses back, but the other part is glad that my memories of the city are of the fun and joy of the Quarter. I listened as a woman from the conference talked about seeing the 9th ward and her words were enough. To anyone who thinks that everything is getting better but things take time--Bullshit. There are still uprooted trees, condemned houses, overturned cars throughout the area. Tell me of another natural disaster in the U.S where that level of devestation continues almost 2 years later!
New Orleans is still an angry city and I think it will be angry for a long time. New Orleans is a city in mourning and it is a city that is inhabited by ghosts, the ghosts of Katrina are still close to the living, so keep that in mind as you wander her streets. New Orleans is a sexy city, the men will compliment you as you sashay down the street but here it does not spring from any male entitlement, but a city that is feminine and ripe and lusty, just smile and ask "where y'at baby?" New Orleans is an American city, with both the good and bad that this statement entails. It has seen the best of our country embodied in the men and women who came from slavery and created some of the best food, music, and art in the world. It has seen the worst in the faces of those who stood outside the Superdome and pleaded for food, water, and help. And it has become one of the best with how a people who had every reason to become bitter welcome you with open arms and a friendly drawl.
Go to New Orleans because once you do you know what it means to miss New Orleans. |
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| Happy News |
[Jan. 16th, 2007|11:12 pm] |
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I have a car. I finally have a car. I almost killed several car salesmen and a few general managers, but I now have a car.
I love her.
She is a 2006 Ford Focus ZX4, she is a subtle metallic green, and has only 15,000 miles on her. I started out looking for an SUV, and almost bought an Escape (fucking Baltimore scumsuckers), but I am in a sedan in the end. It sits higher than my Civic did, and the safety features are a little better.
My question at the end of this farce called "Used Car Shopping with Budget and Research" (look for it in 2008!) is: do car salesmen sell their soul when they take the job? I worked retail, never sales, but how do they sleep at night? I dealt with managers who knew less about the car than me (ME!!), men who don't understand the No in No Financing, and Fucking Baltimore Scumsuckers who lured me to the ghetto (literally) with false advertising and the excuse: "everyone else does it."
In other news: I am now into House fanfiction, particularly Chase centered fic. I also have several of Jesse Spencer's movie coming soon via Netflix. This is how I am: I become actor obsessed for a while, watch all of his (sometimes her) films, and then wait for the next flavor. I do not throw over my old fandoms, I still ship Brian/Justin and that pairing becomes more schmoopy every day in fiction, but I add to my lusts. House Fiction is very hit and miss, like every fandom, but for a writer to capture the voices takes talent. Although the same could be said of Harry Potter. There has been many a fic that I have clicked out of just by seeing the words: Severus Snape Leather Pants. Just No...No. Snape is not Rochester but neither is he Sid Vicious.
When I think of my fic habits I must confess to being an angst whore. I like my characters in emotional turmoil, I want the sex to be hot and real, I want drama and passion and endings that have hope but not bells. I am also very picky about het-fics...it takes a lot for me to read one. This is strange because I define myself as straight. I love men, the more men the better. I don't read femmeslash, unless it is snuck into a m/m(m) fic. Maybe I don't read het-fic because if hetero-sex was my interest I would have no excuse to not be looking for Mr. Right. I don't want Mr. Right though, I just don't have the energy or interest, I would like Mr. Right Now but sadly pulling boys for meaningless "wham-bam-put your shirt on and get out" sex is not as easy as the media makes it appear.
My final thoughts for tonight: Happiness is a warm kitty. Unhappiness is a warm kitty trying to wake you up at 6am. Frustration is a slowly dying battery. |
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| The Way That Life Can Suck! |
[Dec. 29th, 2006|11:38 am] |
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I wish my return to LJ was a bit happier but c'est la vie. As some of you know I was in a car accident on 12/27. I was driving home after spending Christmas with my parents and was about 20 minutes from home when the car in front of me stopped suddenly. I was in that space where you are paying attention but your focus slips for a moment. I hit the brake but I knew that I was going to slam my poor little Civic into the pick-up truck. The impact happened, the airbugs deployed, and I can honestly say that the moment of the crash is one of the scariest things I have ever experienced. I get out of the car, and in my daze neglect to put the gear in park and instead it is reverse. My poor car then slowly slides across the road, I am trying to put the car in park with no luck, and dinks the guard rail on the other side of the road; not my finest moment.
I was hysterical, and called my mom while keening and wailing (note to self: don't do this to Mom) she called my sister, who called my brother-in-law who thankfully only worked about 20 miles away and could come pick me up. The accident was witnessed by an off-duty fireman who made sure I was ok and tried, futily, to talk me down. I learned that police are very nice to hysterical young women--I kept hearing "that's why they are called accidents" and "that's why people have insurance."
My car was towed to a body shop and I await her fate. I received a ticket, $130 and two points on my license. I am probably going to need to rent a car for a week or two, the problem is that I am terrified to drive. I keep seeing the moment of impact in my head, and then imagining it happening again, on different roads, with different cars. I also feel stupid because I caused this accident so I have no on to blame but myself. For those of you who have similar experiences: how do you deal with the fear that lingers while the soreness fades? |
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| The New Kitty Awwww |
[Aug. 22nd, 2006|08:28 pm] |
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As those of you on Snarkfest know I adopted a cat last Wednesday. She is an adorable 1 1/2 year girl named Dulcinea, or Dulcie for short. Last week was...interesting as I dealt with the joys of cat barf on a white comforter, a stubborn refusal to eat her kibble, and a dislike of her litter. She is now munching happily, using her litter box (thanks to the introduction of the nasty clay stuff) and seems to be on her way to spoiled kitty happiness. I have some photos so you can all see the little angel who will put me in an early grave :)
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| My Cat is More Popular than Me |
[Jul. 30th, 2006|09:38 pm] |
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Because Andy and Sky like my kitty, no I really mean my family's cat you pervy bastards! The only other photo I have on my compy at the moment:
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| Random Bitching and Picture Goodness |
[Jul. 30th, 2006|09:20 pm] |
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Work sucked today. It suuuuuuuuucked, and yet not as much as last night when someone, a coworker, stole $20 out of my wallet. Nice people they hire at Target huh?
But enough about retail hell. For anyone wondering what I look like, and I know y'all sit around going that "Snarry girl at Snarkfest how will I spot her on the street."
First up is me when I graduated college, 3 years ago, ugh.
And here is my kitty, the baby angel from heaven as I call her. This is the kind of stuff my family does for holiday fun:
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| Return of the Grad Student |
[Jul. 29th, 2006|02:50 pm] |
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Dun, Dun, Dun, Dun...I am back on LJ, with a new name and a spiffy new look! Not much is going on here, it is hot, and I have to work this evening. I am actually planning to update this journal this time around, shock of shocks awe of awes. Hopefully I will see my fellow snarkers over here otherwise I will feel very unloved and will be forced to contract some serious untreatable disease and inform you of my tragic death via sock-puppet. Lamb Chop regrets to inform you.... |
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