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***********Oct 29th 2002********* see the front page for the first bloggy thingie... and then look HERE for more later. I have a LOT to say....

*********October 30th, 2002************* Wellll... aren't we feeling a little overwhelmed lately! I find I'm spending an inordinate amt of time either ignoring work or working at work that don't mean much for my work. Uhhhh....

The kids and I are off to see Jeff Perry talk about whatever (hopefully TOYL) tomorrow-- we'll see if I have enuf personality to actually get any of them to show UP to the damn place. I think I've had a fan breakthru and no longer feel the need to own some Nash Bridges prop becuz he was on the show. I do wish I could kinda swim aorund in his performance as Joe, really wish it was on video, but I guess the true beauty of a play is once it's over, you never get that moment in time again. I should just accept its clarity, its very moment-in-timeness. But don't we always wanna live those perfect moments again? Poor memory-- we abuse it so much, asking it to recreate what never can be shown again. Ah well.

So academic! Well, right now I'm too tired to be angry, and if I play enuf Grateful Dead, I find I get to a semi-happy, mostly clueless space in my head. I don't mind living in my head, it's got more room than my apartment. Of course, it can tend to get crowded if I don't, ahem, air it out. Ha.

In the larger world-- well, you know. Sucks to be third world! And hell, now it sucks to be the UN-- how can we as a stupid bigass ununited country push so many people around? When did we become the biggest bully? Besides, we know what happened to the British and Roman empires. I give us another 100 years or so. By then, *I'll* be dead!

**************October 31st, Samhain, 2002************** well, sucks to have halloween and no one to hang with. SUUUUUCKS.

But, today six of my students and I went to go hear Jeff Perry talk at DePaul U theatre bldg, which was filled with semi-pretentious characters. My kids were prepped for Time of Your Life questions, and most of the questions asked about Steppenwolf. He was funny and engaging, and obviously bright. But, alas, no depth of discussion on TOYL. I asked him a questions-- Joe as Buddha, and he fielded it, but in a theater manner "well, I said I'll try it." Well, he said a little more, but that was the gist of it.

My poor kids were lost because he didn't talk about the play (no questions besides mine on it!), but I enjoyed myself. He was engaging and kind, and very smart and funny. After, I got an autograph and my kids and I got pizza. Besides, he quoted to me from the preface to the play and it was beautiful-- "In the time of your life, live--so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it." That was beautiful.

But-- man, no halloween celebrations! Sucks.>
One day I'll be okay in the suburbs, but till then... and besides, it took two hours to get back from downtown!!


***************Nov 5, 2002****************** Okay, so I took a few days off... but they were useful days. Saw the last performance of three I saw of TOYL, and it was good but not as good as the second one I saw. Still and all... man. Powerful stuff!

Also saw Bowling for Columbine by Michael Moore, which fueled my natural outrage but also left me kind of depressed about the general state of our world. As usual.... Still and all, I wish I could take all my students to see it. It was great!

But, today we talked about Letter from Birmingham Jail and how it worked, and what it's like to deal with unjust laws, and what we'd do... it was good. I enjoyed it, anyway. Today's election day all over, and I wonder if they're gonna go to the polls and vote one way or another for their future. We shall see. I like this class, the 101s, and I think they'll mostly be good students. Again, we shall see.

After an attempted delivery yesterday, I picked up a little poster tube from steppenwolf theatre, with my signed Jeff Perry TOYL poster. He put "Sam-- in the time of your live-- LIVE. (heart), Jeff Perry". COOL! And the thing was sent Oct 31st from downtown, took a while, but it was a poster tube inside a big ol monster tape-secured poster tube. They're just really sweet folks over there, "all the way down the line", to quote from Saroyan's play. That they took the time... and that Jeff actually put his name as the return address, man I guess maybe if we expected people we admire like actors to act civilly, they would. All the people at Steppenwolf were very helpful and are very nice. Good experience, all around.

Nuff gushing. Off to eat, off to vote, off to agitate like a washing machine....

******************Nov 12, 2002******************* Busy busy busy. Trying to work on my own stuff, like that's gonna happen. Weirdness in the world too- the UN says it's okay to bomb Iraq? Or something? And tornadoes in TN and AL just killing the hell outta people? What up with that? My general poverty continues too, which is not so cool. Good thing the kits have food!

Talked about George Wallace and segregation today in class- very confused kids. I don't think they've ever thought about privilege and racism much in their short lives. One older student though is pretty into it, since she grew up in TN during integration there. Interesting conversations.

No poetry today-- don't have it in me. Go look at someone else's shit for that!

*****************November 19, 2002****************** Dateline Suburbs from Hell, my office. It seems to me this quarter ahould be over! I feel I'm banging my head against the wall in most of my classes, trying to get them to care about writing and for themost part they don't Few of them care until it's too late, alas... On the other hand, and there always is another hand, I'm enjoying a couple of students' abilities and commitment. I imagine it's the first quarter blues I'm feeling. And then stupid and pointless "dialogues" about grammar teaching wherein questions do not get answered. The presenter was fuckin' brilliant at avoidance! Almost stunning in the ability to dodge. Felt like I was watching a tennis match with no one hitting the ball back over the net. It was frankly embarrassing. Ah well. They did give us snackies.

I'm still overwhelmed by the amount of infighting and backbiting in passive-aggressive ways that seems to go on. There's so much for us all to do I don't see where anyone has the energy! But I come from a more carefully guarded communication group... we don't reveal much lest we get whapped with it later. C'est la fill-in-the-cliche here!

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Okay it's a new year babies!!

************Jan 9 2003*********** DATELINE:mi oficina

Yeah yeah, I was gone a while... I went home to San Antonio and hung with the fam-- some weirdness between two of my brothers' families, including a threatened restraining order against the WHOLE family.. Idiot boy Rick and his wife. Sigh. Ah well.

I think I enjoyed the break. I finished the quarter ragged, but ducked out quickly and was in Iowa City for a week hangin' with buds. I loved it. Had the wassail thing, exchanged gifts, etc etc.

But I'm back, and happier in school. I'm teaching lit now (1 out of four classes) and loving it all. They're bright and engaged. The other 102 courses I think will be fine. We shall see. But I'm happier and keeping very busy. I may be getting hold of myself here at this job. Now if I could just finish organizing the apartment.... but the cats dig having the occasional box to rummage it. Casy's tail grows to a thing of magnificence and awe... it's QUITE the duster-butt!

This radical is not ranting and raging much now... but give me time. We may be at war, fear grows, and we often feel so helpless. I just wish I could convince some people we are NOT helpless.

***************Jan 13, 2003-- David' bday!*************

So today's semi-disappointment concerns my kiddos' lack of awareness. We did creation narratives and damned if any of them had a whole lot of insight. Most of them ARE incredibly young. I suppose it'll happen. But still-- I'm always stunned by lack of self-awareness. Not that I'm enlightened, but at least I know I don't know.

On the other hand, I'm keeping my head down and not agitating too many people. Lately I feel as if the ass. dean has been talking down to me a little, but-- well, probably her. I can't care too much, particularly if I'm doing my job.

And I seem to be doing it well. Good evaluations, good feedback-- the job is smoothing out. Not that I'm not a tokenish figure, but-- I don't CARE. I'm doing the work, ya know?

Pretty soon I'll be organizing my half of an int'l scholar seminar, COD trying to globalize the curriculum. We'll see. I like being in on the ground floor. Could be useful and fun. we'll see if anything changes!

*********YES!******** WE DO UPDATE!:)

***************Mar 31, 2003.************* New quarter of teaching, 101 classes and one Independent Study of american lit 20th-21st cent. Of course, we are at "war" (declared yet?) with Iraq... and it's freaky and weird and all of that. I'm not despairing yet, but there's so much info and no one seems to know how to present it. There's anger and hate and a LOT of confusion... that's what I really hate. Of course, can we as a rule be trusted to edit for ourselves plain info? I try to help my students do that, but... I'm one person.

On the other hand, I had a week break, spent it in IA and MN (yay) and got some perspective. Winter quarter was very hard. And a little weird. I'm still pissing people off thru no fault of my own. What up with that? Not my fault. I try to be nice. I am, mostly. Wouldn't change a thing I taught, so if someone wants to call me a racist, it's their gig, not mine. Mark Twain wrote it, I just present it...

See what I mean about ignorance and fear? I'm nothing to fear, unless someone doesn't want their kiddos being trained in critical thinking...:0) Sigh.

********************April 28, 2003*****************

Well, the "war" is over... I don't even want to think where we will hit next. It's been a haul. Scary and weird at times.

Work goes. I think it goes well. Once again, evals said I did very very well. In any event, I'm plugging away. Will take summer off and damn well deserve it!

I think I may be calming. Had to go hom eto TX for family.. ma wasn't well. I didn't handle all of that visit well, but I may be learning. And learning what toavoid.

Off to do something involving not doing laundry--

*******************May 23- Mom's bday*************

I have had way too much bad feelings lately about this place. I don't like the nastiness here. It's borderline evil. And certainly too stupid for words.

Part of me is really wondering whether I can live here. I knwo it's almost over, but I mean for real- I wouldn't live around neonazis either. It's not that bad, but I feel it's breaking me up. Somehow. Pressure from all the fuck over. ONline, offline, work.. only the cats arent' stressing me. :D Good for that!

Fuck. I dunno. I really don't. MAybe I should start looking around for another job, Texas, somewhere. I'd love to go back home.

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Well kids, here I am..back int he office, near end of 2nd year at ol' XXX, new digs--Oak Park, loving it-- older, wiser...and probably better off.

Did I say above the war in Iraq was over? Silly me to believe that...we're stil lin it, things are sticky messy nasty, and I'm tired of it. Politics rearing ugly head, Kerry presumptive Demo nominee (how we miss you Mr Dean!), and both men with nastyu haircuts and too much money and bad connections to evil secret richpeople societies. Michael Moore made a new film, Fahrenheit 9/11, which is being tooled over by Disney, who owns Miramax, and they say they don't wanna release it. Oh please. I'm so tired of Dems taking the high road, being smacked, Repubs being ridiculous, then when they get smacked squealing of partisan politics. Is there any other kind? Certainly not that has been wrough recently. I hate hypocrisy of all kinds. Left, Right, Center...don't matter.

Have looked into emigrating to Australia if the elections pull that "proud to be a mediocre student" man back into the white house. I mean for real. FOR REAL. I'm imagining if he hadn't been who he was he'da flunked outta Yale... and been booted out of UTX as well. C student. BLEH. Fricking BLEH man...

Let's see...on other tip... cats are fine. we have painted, maroon and grey, the new apt, love its hardwood floors and funkiness tho BOY the maintenance can be hard to make shift butt!

Oh yeah. I finally defended my dissertation April 28, 2004, and graduated May 14, 2004, in the compant of two other friends and a couple hundred grad students. Yes..i AM Doctor Lopez...

As you were...
**************JUNE 6, 2004***************DDay, Normandy, etc etc. Marge n Dan's Anniv. Chris n Russ' Anniv.

So all kinda chaos erupts on this day...

I spent last week in Miami at a conference on race n ethnicity in higher ed. Mostly I felt out of place. I'm working on the places and groups I feel comfy with, and well...things are still fluid. It's amazing how i feel more comfy in the LGBT yadayada community, you know? Though I insist and tell Joe all the time i'm a one-fag hag.

So, I still got a tan. I'm still apparently shy and projecting a "dont get near me" look. Must be effective!

In national news, Reagan is dead. Ding dong... heh. Kidding. Or not. Heh.

Last week of classes is coming up and HELL, this quarter needs to end!! Craziness. Almost everyone I've talked to this quarter just is having a hard time, and I doubt everyone is faking it. We did however just hire a new ass. dean (heh) who actually has EXPERIENCE. Be still my heart.

I do try to keep school/work much more separate from my home life lately. The grind of diss/ teacahing/ etc was brutal, and I needa break and to go onward. I admit I'm nervous about losing the last connection to the other freaks in grad good friends. I know we'll keep in touch, but there's always a lingering cold fear of not. Isn't that always the way?

All right. Nuff.

**************JUNE 15, 2004, MY OFFICE******** 530pm, way too damn late...grrr

So, here we are about to start summer school. YAY, whoopee...yip yip. Imagine a yappy chihuahua here.

I'm not all that enthused because I really want to SLEEP. I DO. It all seems a bit pointless, even if I am gonna teach Modern American Lit, which shit, i have a DEGREE in. Speaking of which, I received my diploma from the U of Iowa. WOOHOO! Hopefully that also means my very last financial aid loan from Iowa has come in..and that the refund is also coming my way! Heh heh....can someone say "Ikea visit"??

In other things- I am now registered for the 8th (I think) Bi Con in Minneapolis. Lotsa Bis, no carbs...heh. I'm actually kind of happy to be going. I'm really a bit sick of the noninclusiveness of too many gays. I'm so over em. And this includes friends who "know better". Bastids.

Well, my students were bastids anyhow...some of em. Plagiarizers ahoy. Like seven. Once again, one I found on last day of grading, today. Motherfuckin' sigh. WHY is it so hard for them? And so endemic? *rant rant moan bitch mutter sigh fuck fuck fuck*

Besides that, I still like teaching here. Was just a hard quarter, with the diss and all. I think it'll get better. And I had gaytime at Iowa City Pride this weekend... nice cute lesbians, a few gay men, a shitload of sun and a second degree sunburn! Yeah! I so needed it. And i ate a lot, too.

I think if I simply find time to putter about in the apt....clean up,. paint, make new bookshelves, cast out the demons that dwell within the deepest recesses of...Oh. Sorry. As you were. *Yog Sothoth! Yog Sothoth! Cthulu F'thagn!*

I do need downtime, cat time, me time. And Ikea shelving time, too. And now I have a HEAP of fabulous fem cds from being in Iowa. Laurie even made me a copy of The Roches two cds. Heh. They do rock, but in a very odd way.... Have to hear to believe.

On the fun tip and "Sam spent too much money but fuckit!" tip, I bought a lovely Monteverde Intima fountain pen. 75 bucks. LOVELY., check em out.I have the burnt orange one. With brown ink in it, and I have a couple pens on order. I'm such a Bi:)

My friend Spike tells me tummy issues for her are still wonky. My best friend Joe needs Sam time and money. My friend Laurie was so tired she passed out on her cat watching the Daily Show, and Robinovitch got baby's first celly. That's the friend report, so far.

You all come back now, y'hear???

*****************JUNE 22, 2004***************** TUESDAY, MY OFFICE

Ah yeah. Well, June is dawning fine, though I am becoming a hermit more and more. I'm so tired of most people and they frustrate me. I had a great time last saturday volunteering at a Human rights Campaign gala dinner in Chitown, though I ended up with really hurty feet. Damn.

However, was fun to hang with a buncha gay peeps and their admirers, flirt some, see Howard Dean speak...and I have to say, he's really very erudite and funny. He's obviously a brave man and good speaker, and I think we fucked up by letting him get steamrolled by the media.

My friend Laurie had an interesting take on why Dean went down post-Iowa--let me see if I can find it to share...DAMMIT I can't. I will ask if she has it somewhere...


Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2004 10:59:03 -0600

From: laurie

Subject: a brief analysis with a nod to ernest borman

To: sam

the dean fiasco confirmed a theory that i had been postulating about his campaign for some time, which i had come to believe closely paralleled the e.r.a. campaign, though not as drawn out. (i did some of my graduate research on this theory, so don't let me go on too long.) it basically goes like this--

the dean camp became too enthralled with their own image, too invested in who "we" are versus who "they" are, too enamored of their own success (the grassroots roots, the blogs, the meet-ups, the pep rallies, the perfect storm volunteers with the orange hats--here's a hint--when folks start dressing alike its a BIG red flag, especially when they have bad fashion sense), and failed to look around them at what "they" were really interested in, responding to, and needed to hear. the illusion of a highly motivated team with a very high level of group consciousness allowed them to believe that everyone *must* agree with them, because that is the only way possible, and subsequently to dismiss the criticisms of the campaign and the candidate as unwarranted. the more that the rest of the population picked up on that vibe, the less likely they were to buy into it.

consciousness raising is a very powerful tool, but raised too high too quickly, it goes bad (witness in some instances the greek system, the military, the dot com industry, churches and other cults, nazis, the contract with america, and, most importantly, the current american government, which we can only hope will crash and burn). "failure is impossible" is a great slogan (thank you susan b. anthony), but it doesn't necessarily serve us well when failure actually *is* possible.

that is the irony of a campaign that is really inspiring for the volunteers, like the era campaign was--great organization, great slogans, great music (if i do say so myself), color coordinated signs and outfits, and amazing rallies--like the dean campaign has been here. what works to keep the dedicated dedicated does not necessarily effectively communicate with the rest of the folks you need to persuade to expand your sphere of influence (note dean's post caucus speech). and a group consciousness raised too high too fast will inevitably fall just as far and just as fast.

and that, in a nutshell, is what should have been my dissertation.

and one footnote is that dean comes off as a little wacky to anybody outside the group (and of course that the right wing press totally hates him). did you see him singing the star spangled banner at a heckler yesterday? i'd like to think that i'm immune to right wing network spin about him, but that was just wacky. i did caucus for the guy, but there was a moment when a dean campaigner was coming after me in a last ditch effort to make sure that i went the right way (i didn't have a sticker yet) that i considered changing my mind. she was really annoying and not very convincing. and i was already a supporter. imagine if you were waffling. his team created an environment in which no one who wasn't viable at their caucus was interested in signing on with them, so the gepharts and clarks went with kerry, the kucinichs went with edwards (nobody bothered with lieberman), and undecideds mostly chose kerry.

the second footnote is that carole king did promise a show here with james taylor if kerry got nominated, and that may have persuaded a lot of folks. guess the press didn't pick up on impact of that factor.


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I do have smart friends...and I think it's a good analogy. Ah Howard, we hardly knew ye...

**************JUNE 23, 2004**************** ACTUALLY AT HOME!!

Just a brief update. I updated the thing from a friend above on Howard Dean. I watched "And the Band Played on" for dramatic renewal of purpose this pride month, and forgot how it tends to make me cry off and on. I have always, since I was a wee thing, wondered how one type of person can "hate" another for being in love with someone-- whether for orientation or race or ethnicity or religion. And surprisingly, it persists. I am willing to see everyone's "point of view" but I'll be damned if I'm willing to let any group steamroll another group which is not doing anything illegal and which deserves all the rights accorded to the straight white man. Besides, if the SWMs are becoming the minority... things they is gonna change! Yes baby.

So, I do what I can where I can, and try not to suffer from burnout. It explains why i sometimes go hopping off to Iowa City for relaxation. Even if it's for a cause I believe in, at least I feel a bit more relaxed there among activists. Those who stick their heads in the sand are gonna suffocate, after all. Grin.

Chalk this one up in the "I hate straight white able-bodied males" column. I have those moments. I am, after all, and in spite of the opinions of some, only human. A pity, really...

Sigh. I'm trying to do my best to counter a rollback of human rights and general niceness. I'm not that naive, but I'm not completely beaten into the ground. I think the revolution will come. Maybe ala Hothead Paisan (see cause Chicken Rules!), but the revolution will come... DO YOU HEAR ME BIG FUCKING BROTHER???!?!

Laaa... Have to teach in an hour. I don't really care. so there you are.:)

*****************JUNE 24, 2004*******************

Dontcha love it when other people figure out how to do things for ya, like blog html?? I do:) heh heh heh.

SO far so good with teaching in summer. I'm not as annoyed, I get paid REAL damn well... and the kiddos seem engaged. Or frightened, I really can't tell.

With luck, next week I'll be painting the apt again. I'm psyched. LOVE painting. Maybe even another IKEA run! For loganberries n "Billy" bookcases. I'm soooo excited! How trendy n Chicago am I becoming??!?

Chicago Pride Parade Sunday, coming up. Will be there with my bad bi self, marching along. Hopefully bringing along a friend as well. Considering a trip to Las Vegas with Joe, or perhaps just waiting till Aug for the Bi Con. Yeee haawww...

I can't really be more original today. I'm tired. OH! But I bought a mini-guitar for my annoy the crap out of my suitemates, no doubt!

*****************JULY 7, 2004***************

My office---- Well, it didn't take a chiro for me to know I shoulda taken some time off. It is amazing to me, each and every day, how the body can continue to function, going along, not feeling any pain until one day you try to heft a spatula and go down like a sack of bricks. I always store all of my stress in my back, in a handy little glass jar so I can keep an eye on it. I am so functional, so totally able to function when I can barely move, or barely want to. My poor chiro was like "i can't let you leave here with you all hunched over!" He's cute. Well, not THAT way. But still.

For other things... well, last week I missed a dr appt AND a class. AIG!! I've never done that, and boy was I really would be embarrassing, but frankly i don't have the time to be. I don't really like the class, or the classroom-- too small and with dopey little chemistry class tables. I used to wonder in high school if those things were perhaps indestructible. None of our experiments blowin' up gummy bears ever made a dent. Hmmm...Maybe we should build cars from that stuff.

I'm afraid I'm rather not feeling clever. I did paint some walls in my apt, so i feel better about that, but then again... I guess I need time, space, money, and a few gnomes to help me out. Feh...

*************AUGUST 30 2004***************
my office--- well, the benefits of being a teacher...are becoming slowly clear again now that i didnt kill any students during the summer session...more on that in a few minutes as i WORK, for once, fer gawds sake!!

ANNNNND the continuation of that last post above, but now it's American Labor Day, Monday Sept 6, 2004 REMEMBER THE HAYMARKET MARTYRS! lol...

But I digress. I think I was going to rant about my students in summer but you know I just don't care about them anymore right now, so it's all good. However, I will rant about the way I hate US political seasons. Even while granting that people deserve to have an opinion, I do think they should also be willing to examine them closely. Sometimes they are deeply held convictions, ans ok, yeah I guess I can give ya that. But I can't hate or love a politician simply because they are for or against me. Personally, I'm sure most of the guys up there are decent enough fellows, not hell spawn. (Reminds me. I saw Exorcist the Beginning, and it was not half bad. Very character driven.) I guess way too many years of education means ya often see things in shades of puce n pink, not black n white.

But well.. there are many good things in the world, not all happening to me. Some doof broke into my car to steal my radio. I'm sorry. That's too ghetto for me. Sheesh. It was annoying, but I suppose I learned the lesson. I also have pretty good insurance. Heh. Thank heavens only a 250.00 deductible. (That'd be about 125 sterling.) And, I'm trying to find time to update this site thingy and delete suspiciously informative information about me:) giggle....Anyway. You all have a great labor day! Work not!

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Monday, My Office--


"i also feel better after watching the debate go so well last night. it was as the theory would predict--the fear appeals aren't going to continue to work over time. persuasion research indicates that while fear appeals might be the quickest way to persuade people, their impact is not long lasting. (unless of course they engineer another bombing. or back it up with something else scary, like the nazis did. and joe mccarthy tried to do. with the patriot act falling apart in court that seems less likely that it will.) but it was good to see kerry being articulate and pointed, even if i wish he'd been saying some other stuff. i thought bush was less of a bumbler that he had to the potential to be, but that his messages are just too hollow to hold up. "times are hard, i know how to lead" just doesn't have enough going for it, no matter how firmly he manages to say it. i just hope it holds out in the next two. i have this fantasy that he falls off the wagon before the election. its homecoming, and its raining. tradition is a good thing."

ahhhh yes. The election. It comes. Then, of course, it goes, and the debate begins about the next one. It's ironic, isn't it, that we manage to live with the uncertainty, rage, and even hope? It is something to be positive about, lib or con.

**************OCTOBER 10, 2004**************
SUNDAY...sitting on the living room futon...*****

Well, needless to say yet another debate has gone by, and well, it kinda seems things are tightening up. On the other side of the world the Aussies reelected their conservative leader, John "Thomas" Howard or whatnot (let's see how many people get the joke!). I myself am not at all certain who will win, althoguh it has become a bit fashionable I think recently among "liberals" to say with a blase attitude that "Kerry's gonna lose." The truth is, no matter which straight white rich guy wins, someone has to lose. Of course, metaphorically a bunch of us lose one way or another. I particularly am not fond of the recent attempts to make the world black and white. I believe the Axis of Evil fell a while ago there, bud...

There have been bright lights, although personally not a lot of them for me. CSI started a new season, Gary Sinise is doing fine on CSI NY, and I have cable now that I can watch Law & Order to my heart's content on. The cats are all healthy, I have food, am relatively healthy, and hey, can even afford to have DSL...for now.

Digression and annoyance: I really don't understand the blog need to be hip, cool, and oh so above it all. If yer above it all, then yer happy ass ain't out doing the good work of the world. GET OUT OF THE HOUSE FER FUCKS SAKE! Geez. Even Bill Gates has a wife, people. I got no real need to be tragically hip. I'm not that humorless...hee! And you dweeby wimpy passive aggressive fashionable glasses-wearin', latte havin', guatamalan clothes buying, new agey type bastids need to go somewhere and cry out of my sight. Really. No one feels your angst--least of all my happy ass!

Okay now. Go on. Mama got yer soy milk fer yas....

*****************OCTOBER 17 2004****************** SUNDAY MY HOME---Just got back from backwater New Jersey. Hmph. I'm not really sure what to think of it. Was pretty enough, trees were nice, but too cramped. Dunno quite why. And remind me not to road trip with people I don't know well and trust implicitly to know what they are doing. Just a note to self.

On the other hand, Billy Petersen makes me very happy still and I smile when I think of him. Sometimes I even giggle! :) It's just that i need to tell myself more often that I need to take time for myself. Yes. Make note. Preferably, make reservations!

***************OCTOBER 29, 2004**************

Well, it's been an interesting couple of weeks, and a real interesting couple days! Once more to the vet's with Tommy lee for a Casy-inflicted accidental wound. This time, Casy nailed him with a fang in TL's right rear foot. Odd situation, where a visiting cat was hissing at TL, who was hissing back, and Casy, who loves this cat, all TACKLED TL all the way down the hallway. TL of course came out the worse. Casy seemed very shaken my the whole thing...he hates it when his brother hisses n stuff, and it disturbs him a great deal. I also like to think he was just defending his "girl". To the tune of 200-plus bucks. But--that's life with two kits. I love em both... But Casy has a lot of lawns to mow to pay me back!:)

Let's see...this coming Tuesday, national elections. i have the distinct feeling we haven't learned much about elections as a whole, and here we are asking two desperately poor countries (Afghanistan and Iraq) to elect people when we don't know how. It's kinda ironic...and hypocritical. But well..what else are we gonna do? Found an interesting thing in, umm...what was it...Utne Reader? Chicago Tribune? Anyway, a poll of JK and GWB followers indicated the majority of Bushites don't actually know their man's stance on major issues, and it's kinda appalling. Most of JK's people know his stances. It's very odd, for example, for people to believe GWB will sign the Intl Test Ban Treaty, or the Landmine thing...any of those. It's a weird willful ignorance. And, moreover, it's almost a typical American ideology, the ignorance that is willful. Sometimes, it's bliss, but at times of great import, it becomes deadly.

And another thing...if someone says that namby pamby, draft dodging, rich son of a Maine lobsterfuck, who almost got taken out by a pretzel fer god's sake is a "man's man", I'm gonna smack em. SMACK em. Not any man's man I ever was raised to hold in esteem. You don't cut and run and call yerself that. So there. And i'll see ya probably after elections!

Oh...and another thing...Wee Baby Montes was born Oct 17! Go Taylor Elise!

***********JANUARY 2, 2005, MY HOME, MY FUTON********** Well, here we are again. NO new pres, alas. But it's all okay. I'm becoming a little more sanguine about it now, given I can't emigrate to Australia. Not withouth marrying someone.

But I guess so far things are ok. I went hom efor the first time in two years for ten days in December 04.It was really very good, though I had to let myself realize it was all good. I think I was workign myself up too much into a weirdish frenzy. So, it was all good. Gotta love therapy!

School starts again tomororw, and it looks like I might have tenure coming up. Not of course, if anyone ever discovers this here site!:) Not that it's all radical, for who really cares? Unless I name names... I think the Bi rants here are much funnier. Go check THOSE out!

*****feb 12, 2005, Saturday, dateline my bed, Casy at my side...

I mean, does anyone EVER really expect their blogs to be read? I don't really.. I think I write this to just do whatever...much more interested in other things, you know. Pretentious assholes who love to remark upon grammar, spelling, color, (colour) updates, etc, are wankers. They really are. If i don't spell check my "blog" (erf, so uneuphonic) piss off, it's a empty electric diary. I don't want anyone to be a beta reader (I can write stupid tossoff stories real easy, and I find most people find em all that and several bags of chips. It's called having read a lot). In short, I don't need yas! HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH!!!

Boy. That was fun! *Evil grin*

*************March 11, 2005.
And all I really have to say about this week is that Men killed Jesus. Even the bible tells us so. I am very tired of privileged, clueless, "well-meaning" guatemalan-jacket/skirt/wallet having white people. Okay, let's just say any guatemalan (yaddayadda) having person. I am so sick of being in a space where people are totally clueless as to their privilege in their world, how fortunate they are, and how their stupidity can actually have real ramifications. I had a horrible night mourning the world and how i thought I was realizing that the word really IS horrible and humans, esp. americans with whom I am most familiar, are shit and ugly and evil.

And then I went to bed, loved up the kits, and woke up to sun. It might still be ugly and humans evil, but we rise again to combat the evil gits. Heh!

**********March 14, 2005 dateline my office**

Now then. where was I? Oh yes. Ranting, no doubt. I wish I had something more linear to put here, to assuage many of my Western readers (you know who you two are). However, it is the last week of classes here, and I am tired. I am pretty fuckin tired out. I am sitting here in "conference hours" waiting for ANYONE to show. up. So far, since 130, 3 people. Of COURSE.

On the other hand, perhaps this is a good itme to multitask. Watching the Hours, which always knocks me out, and typing to friends in AU (hi Spike!), adding to this blog. I mean come on. What else can I do? However, it is important to note certain wonderful tactile acts may be committed again very soon. We can only HOPE.

Looks like Spike and I may have a round the world (ok, across the world, whatever) walking thingy. Later we can have a site with pics n maps n stuff. Me in Illinois USA, she in wherever the state AU. Think it might be fun. Lord knows I gotta get outside more. I await the coming of spring like some damn bunny. Off to march hare-like!!

**********March 16, 2005, my office, late afternoon

This was one of those days so far which has been, shall we say--weird. I had a one hour appt with my therapist go for two, wherein we both pondered the nature of human evil and stupidity. Something stoked me to read Hannah Arendt's "Eichmann in Jerusalem" and we were chatting about my sometimes overwhelimng feeling that I've been wrong, that humans aren't inherently good and that the world is indeed stupid and dumb. Somehow, that got onto the small tiny part of me that still believes and holds onto hope. I always say, "Hope is the thing with wings that gnaws at our soul."

But, after a fine lunch at fave thai place, I was walking back to car to go to work rather late when i passed an older man with cane, as I was reading the psotscript to Arendt's book (starting in revers, so to speak). I ended up talking to him for about fifteen, twenty minutes (85 year old Austrian who came to US in 1945, how ironic). I felt remarkably better. he even gave me his number.:)

Sorry about that! A colleague I was dubious about came in and we had a really great conversation about the nature of the work here. I think she might be an interesting person to chat with now and then. So, ultimately, I don't necessarily think people suck.

Just some of them:D

********March 17th, 2005-St Paddy's day!

Okay. last day to turn in class papers. Lots of interesting takes on the assignment. Interesting enough so i actually did doubletakes of my assignments... no, no it's obvious you can't do a paper on genital mutilation in a literature course. Okay. Got that down.

But of course the issue for me has always been plagiarizing. Academic dishonesty is rife, and I even had two people ask me to drop them from the class rather than fail them for cheating. Why would anyone even ASK? Have I missed a fundamental part of American educational ideas now? Is it now okay to cheat? According to some of my students, even parents are doing their kids' papers. Whoa!

And I am the first one to tell my students they are unfairly pressured and overworked. I admit it and grant it. However, it is not an excuse, not in my class. I tell them we will be playing at this level, here are the rules. Should you choose not to abide by them, here are the consequences. I can't play any other way! And even saying that, I will of course examine what i did, see what I missed, and once more revise teaching. It's a process.

So, not that you would, but if ANYONE steals stuff from this site... don't you DARE let me find out! Buncha theiving...

*********March 29, 2005. Second day of classes

Well, here we are-- I had a great week or so of whanging about Texas, visiting national parks, walking--but also being kinda ill. It did me very good to get the hell out of IL for a while. The HUGE wide open spaces of Texas are very good for me. That, and it's my home state. So I feel muchly renewed. Less angry. Of course, tis only a matter of time before it happens again, no? Here, I'll post a pic for the curious... have fun!

*********April 9, 2005, my home....*** Well, I think the new quarter of school is going to go along quite well. I've decided sanity is better than dying on my feet in my class. Cause come on! Get real... Perhaps perspective comes via vacation. And therapy. Oh, yes..

I must have a moment of venting about fundraisers. Chicago Public Radio, to which I already belong, is at the end of their fundraising spring effort. they do it every six months. I already belong. Do I join again??

It's been truly beautiful out here. Sun, and warmth, and wind. I lay out in the sun after tooling around on BC (BiCicleta, my Dahon folding bike), and just was loving it. I'm pretty mellow for the day, and it's Saturday, and I'm feeling fine.

Last night I watched with a friend Exorcist the Beginning. You ever watch something and realize that it could have been a LOT better? I mean, you already know (whoever you may be) that I like me some Stellan Skarsgard. He's in it. And he's a really good actor. So--what gives, Renny Harlin???

This is what we call your random and quite token update. The mellowness of the day is really grooving me. And I got to speak to mah Bear, which always makes me happy. He's the panda in my soul:D But whatever--you all chill out, breathe a bit, and have a good beer!

*********April 10, 2005, Sunday******

Well, today was almost picture perfect-- a beautiful warm, breezy spring day! Probably about 70-73 degrees F, sun wonderful and warm on the skin-- tats covered by sleeves and sunblock, of course. I left the house around 11am and got back around five. A TON of walking and wandering and enjoying the hell out of the day. I even scored a cheap on sale walking journal at Barbara's Bookstore, for 3.98. Even had one of those stretchy (well, not so stretchy now!) bands to kep it shut, ala the Moleskines.

Spike and I have bought a website,, and we're gonna gradually cover our respective towns-- Spike's WoyWoy Bay in AU, and my Oak Park in Illinois. Theoretically, we'll have pics, etc. To that extent we've shared maps and been trying to mark stuff off. I think it'll be hella fun. We even created two characters, Jamie and Billy, who we'll put in stories set around Sydney, AU.

So, maybe this will immeasurably improve my demeanor. I also talked to my sister today, for no real reason except she'd seen The Hours and thought of me:) It's not as bad as it sounds. Apparently, I'm one of the very few people she seems to be able to talk depth with about some stuff-- in this case, depression and V. Woolf. I don't know much about either, but it was interesting to talk. I occasionally feel very much older than her, but I remember I have had the privilege of learning how to think and analyze, and have had the rare leisure to do so. So, I cut people slack. But I didn't always do so.

I'm not sure when we'll start posting some stuff about the walks, but I'm sure it'll start soonish. Meanwhile, I'm typing a few things here n there and need to remember to take pics! It won't come together without them. Peace out!

******April 14, 2005, my office*****

So the SHIT thing today was I woke up and by goddess i KNEW it was Friday, which is the day I don't work. I was all chatting to peeps online, saying how I was gonna go out, hit the sun...when my mouse went over to the time on the screen and Thursday popped up. I do believe I howled.

So after fretting a bit about whether I should go or not, seeing as I was already in shorts n tank, I decided I should go. I almost went in the shorts, with semi-needed brace on knee, then decided that itself would be too hot. I went in jeans. SIGH!

On the positive side, this is a very short day, made even shorter by my desire not to stay for office hours. I need to post something. I have been rather tired lately, hands weak n numb and all... so maybe there is something to going home and sitting in the sunlight. Isn't sun the cure for all?

Last night Spike and I (mostly "eye") wrote up the first of the walking fics, introducing the boys, Jamie and Billy. It was fun, and we're working thru where they live and all. Spike is more specific than I am. I don't really care, happy to edit names of places in later. I'm more into the peeps. But either way, it should be fun, I do need to remember to take pics this next walk, scheduled for Saturday with a work colleague who also lives in my town(the one I mention above).

Kinda random segue-- on Friday, tomorrow, I have an interview with someone doing a paper on Latina/o Buddhists. Should be very intriguing, since I have no idea what he'll want or ask. I'm kinda a baby Buddhist anyhow, so it's not like I am filled with most peeps can tell you!

Considering today going to a place like livejournal to continue the 2005 updates... if I do, I'll let ya, all ten of you, know:)

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