tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31917822009-05-20T22:22:26.075-04:00lala landours is not a caravan of despairuranianoreply@blogger.comBlogger356125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-1153645193411564002006-07-23T04:59:00.000-04:002006-07-23T04:59:53.413-04:00test testuranianoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-1079457968832877132004-03-16T12:26:00.000-05:002006-07-23T05:17:05.776-04:00One day I'm going to take everything ugly and funny and beautiful and real in my life and put it out there, and it's going to blow the fuck up. I have to believe that, even if I feel paralyzed by my own inertia right now, I have been calmer and more creative, having actual ideas and executing them with varying degrees of success. I can feel myself beginning to pan out, take the final shots for uranianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-1079378121254098322004-03-15T14:15:00.000-05:002004-03-15T14:18:32.340-05:00I have missed writing. I have missed having a space to share with others, with my own mind. Lately I have been writing short stories. Here are the two I'm working on right now:
Slumber Party.
P. is invited to Shelby’s slumber party through a folded note in science class. Shelby is the popular girl, the queen bee. The first party falls through and at the second, Shelby takes a picture of uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-1079377617969976762004-03-15T14:06:00.000-05:002004-03-15T14:10:09.170-05:00On the best days we are conspiratorial nymphomaniacs. On the worst he is the privileged stranger, the one who can disappear, the one who tells me he loves me only to tell me he's not in love with me.
There are no more best days anymore with some people. I can feel the edge in him, the fact that he feels driven not only to someone else, but anyone else, anyone but me. It is hard.
I need uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-1079377322761516162004-03-15T14:02:00.000-05:002004-03-15T14:05:14.013-05:00i want this to work. sdlasdalsdkalsdkal;sdkasdasduranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-840751262002-11-05T14:58:00.000-05:002003-10-09T02:28:09.930-04:00test.uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-838327052002-10-31T12:28:00.000-05:002002-11-03T20:33:17.000-05:00hello everybody! happy hallowe'en!
it is mad crazy hot in my office. i have a stomachache that feels suspiciously like cramps, but i am also vaguely nauseous, so i am, as always, wildly and irrationally afraid that i am knocked up. i am drinking a can of coca-cola and downloading pharmaceutical compound patents from our friendly united states government.
did i mention it is hot? my office uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-830750042002-10-16T14:58:00.000-04:002002-10-16T15:02:06.000-04:00Presidents and royalty gathered Wednesday to help Egypt inaugurate the Bibliotheca Alexandrina, a modern version of the famous ancient library known for a freedom of thought and expression lacking in today's Middle East.
The $230 million project -- which drew financial and logistical support from around the world -- aspires to reflect the spirit of the ancient Bibliotheca, founded around 295 B.Curanianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-830288052002-10-15T16:05:00.000-04:002002-10-15T16:05:20.436-04:00Das Experiment
Yes, I know I am totally co-opting -- okay, out-and-out stealing Dave Eggers' idea here. The thing is, I don't care. All of a sudden I am writing like it is nothing, and I don't care if it sucks or divulges information that makes me uncomfortable. So here is what I have written in the last hour. Note: I am not nineteen and six months anymore. I am almost twenty-five.
------uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-828797852002-10-12T05:36:00.000-04:002002-10-12T05:36:03.150-04:00At first glance, the resulting accounts seem -- in spite of the frequent recurrence of common themes -- so divergent in basic functions and goals that the question arises whether any central core of shared meaning is represented by the pair of terms at all. On closer examination, however, we find a series of basic problems which recur in different contexts, and a series of core meanings which uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-828796402002-10-12T05:25:00.000-04:002002-10-15T15:52:13.000-04:00Tonight I saw two of the trippiest movies I've ever seen. Ever. Waking Life and Donnie Darko.
It's funny how watching these two movies together was such a synthesized experience. metaphysics, time travel, the ex boyfriend, art, writing, fear vs. laziness, fear vs. love, et al.
Basically, all I am going to say is rent them. Now.
uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-828789222002-10-12T04:37:00.000-04:002002-10-12T04:37:44.473-04:00All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-828035032002-10-10T15:00:00.000-04:002002-10-10T15:00:08.730-04:00I like to talk with Genius
even though he isn’t listening
When he claims to speak sophistry I smile
because he doesn’t know the meaning
You like to walk with Beauty
though her words couldn’t mean any less
“disingenous” has dual meanings now:
“naïve” and “ruthlessness”
We are aesthetics and mechanics
We are order and dischord
You say I’m one, and
I think you’re the other
And I think that we’uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-826513902002-10-07T16:02:00.000-04:002002-10-10T14:58:32.000-04:00Reposted avec additions
I started my new job today. Did I mention I have a new job? Hmm. There seems to be a lot I haven't mentioned.
Well.
I have been tutoring between 10-15 hours a week for the last month. The cool thing about it is, I make twice as much per hour tutoring as I ever have before in any job. Sometimes I get to critique and edit essays. College essays. High school uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-823827262002-10-01T17:18:00.000-04:002002-10-01T17:18:32.483-04:00hell freezes over, and a poet makes the news
i'm not a huge fan of amiri baraka (aka leroi jones). but asking him to resign his position as poet laureate is ridiculous, even over a horribly wrong fact. i think that baraka is misguided and misinformed in his belief that israelis were somehow forewarned of the events of 9/11 and stayed home for that reason, but still. a lot of his poetry is uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-823825552002-10-01T17:14:00.000-04:002002-10-01T17:14:38.260-04:00yet another reason to teach in a low-income districturanianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-823823932002-10-01T17:11:00.000-04:002002-10-01T17:11:24.663-04:00it's a gas gas gas
today marks the second time in as many months that i have been blatantly hit on by a gas station attendant.
the first time i was slightly giddy and it was four o' clock in the morning. the attendant was a pakistani guy with glittery hazel eyes and a handsome face. i only occasionally go to his gas station -- usually at an insanely late hour -- and he always bats his uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-819819162002-09-23T01:58:00.000-04:002002-09-23T02:02:12.000-04:00hollywood is making a movie based on the tale most near and dear to my heart.
yeah, it's called troy.
and get this. brad pitt is playing achilles. okay. maybe i can live with that. maybe. seriously, god? i know i don't believe in you per se, but i'm still going to thank you for not allowing russell crowe to be cast in this film.
the only thing worse than more overwrought uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-819805422002-09-23T01:11:00.000-04:002002-09-23T01:17:59.000-04:00i am bored with my site and i don't know how to fix it. actually, i am too lazy to even think about changing it. so there. i've admitted it. i'm lazy. and i hate looking at this. anyone wanna redesign my site for me? ha ha.
i have been tutoring a lot lately. i have a. to thank for this, as he put in the good word and that's basically why i was hired. the money is excellent, the hours uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-818106572002-09-19T02:25:00.000-04:002002-09-19T02:27:07.000-04:00nothing is sacred.
and i'm okay with that.
i ran over a little kid's shoe today.
only after did i think about the tiny severed foot
maybe still left inside.
it's okay you're so smug,
it doesn't apply to me until i let it.
(although that hasn't stopped you from trying.)
maybe i have let it apply to me a little bit
which is a lot more than it should have.
you aren't cast as the martyr, darling.uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-816900082002-09-16T17:21:00.000-04:002002-09-16T17:21:37.426-04:00at toys 'r' us, i browsed the lincoln logs, legos, barbie dolls, and, by the register, those magnets with names on them. there were three spellings of brittany (brittany, britney, brittney) and four of megan (megan, meghin, meghan, meagan) but not one of mine (there was mary and maria, but it's not the same).
i have taken to reading shakespeare's sonnets again:
In loving thee thou know'st I amuranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-815694552002-09-13T17:08:00.000-04:002002-09-16T13:19:31.000-04:00i'm not going to lie and pretend i have a good reason for not writing here lately. to be honest, i just don't think of this as a Safe Space anymore and i am sick of self-censorship. i have been focusing my energies on other things, things that have nothing to do with people other than myself and yes, i have been spending a lot of time overdiagnosing myself with various psychological disorders uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-813743252002-09-09T18:01:00.000-04:002002-09-09T18:57:27.000-04:00The Valley Girl version of “like” is classified by linguists as a “discourse particle,” along with “um,” “well,” “oh” and the like.
Unlike mere fillers, however, “like” has the ability to change the meaning of a sentence, according to Siegel’s research, which builds on the findings of at least two other studies of the word.
For example, “like” can be a hedge, when the speaker is uranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-813484652002-09-09T04:41:00.000-04:002002-09-09T16:24:22.000-04:00Virtutem Forma Decorat
saw an interesting documentary on one of leonardo da vinci's paintings tonight. his first formal portrait, of the florentine lady ginevra di benci. at the time of her sitting, ginevra was a renaissance maiden in the upper part of her teens, freshly married to a man twice her age, luigi niccolini. niccolini did not come from a family as educated or wealthy as that of hisuranianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191782.post-808146302002-08-28T03:15:00.000-04:002002-08-28T03:15:52.053-04:00Pourquoi? / Why?
Even as he obsessively asks himself why he is not loved, the amorous subject lives in the belief that the loved object does love him but does not tell him so.
and
Jalousie / Jealousy
When jealous I suffer four times over: because I am jealous, because I blame myself for being so, because I fear that my jealousy will wound the other, because I allow myself to be the subject uranianoreply@blogger.com0