Cranky, Tired Rabbits
god, someone has to buy me this CHOOSE THE LEFT ring:
(for the unwashed: the CTR ring is a mormon fashion accoutrement for young and old that is supposed to serve as a reminder to CHOOSE THE RIGHT. i had one, oh so long ago, almost every mormon kid did. my sister (28) wears one now, cos she's one of those "edgy" young adult mormons - she feels very "punk rock" wearing it.)
this site is also fkn amazing - it includes a long list of Mormon CTR Acronyms and Ex-Mormon CTR Acronyms, some of which i include here:
Caffeinate Thy Rectum
Called To Reproduce
Can't Tell Really
Can't Tell Right
Can't Think Rationally
Can't Think Right
Carrots, Tomatoes and Radishes
Castrate The Rebellious
Cease to Reason
Cerebral Testimonial RigorMortis
Chant Temple Rituals (Oh god hear the words of my mouth!)
Cheating Through Revelation
Choose the Reich
Choose The Revenue
Chronic Theological Revisionists
Clean The Rifle
Clenched Tight Rectum
Climb The Ramiumptum
Closed To Reason
Clueless Temple Rats
Continuing Total Revisionism
Control That Penis
Control That Pussy
Control That Rabble
Control Through Religion
Convert Ten Retards
Corporate Thinking Robot
Corporation of Tight-assed Robbers
Cougars, Terrible Rebounders
Cranky, Tired Rabbits
Crap To Remember
Cucumber Temple Raffle
Cult that Represses
Called To Rage
Called To Rebel
Cause They (are mostly) Republicans
Cause They're Rotten
Cause to Regurgitate
Cease to Remember
Cheap Tin Ring
Chew The Rice
Children for Theocratic Revolution
Choke the Righteous
Choke The Rod
Choose the Rectum
Choose the Rod
Choose To Rave
Choose to Rebel
Chose to Resign
Choose to Rock
Choose To Run
Close the Rebelling
Close to Rebelling
Close to Rioting
Close the Refrigerator
Come to Reception ( but you're not invited to the temple wedding )
Conformity Through Repetition
Confound The Righteous
Cram the Rectum
Crumple That Recommend
Curry Too Rich
Curse This Religion
Cut the Rubbish
also: i had the most amazing day yesterday, which began with a lovely example of what sort of perfesser i would like to be, given by the lovely Jody Greene. i wrote this to her right after. i could not stop blissing out alllll day. [FYI we were talking about authorial intention and ethics, by way of Wimsatt & Beardsley, ED Hirsch, and Gayatri Spivak.]
Dear Jody,
So God just dumped a bunch of gold bricks on my head - about 10 minutes before the end of lecture, I GOT what you were doing today, got it in my gut, and my goddamned heart chakra is pumping out green light like there's every tomorrow. You took that whole room to the place of ethics and a bodily understanding of power without ever shaking your finger or saying the word "power." I, however, had ANTS IN MY PANTS, and while everyone was reeling off the beginnings of possible ways to read, I kept writing POWER in big block letters. I even wrote it on a separate sheet and held it up to you for a couple of microseconds. Thankfully my better self got a hold on my hands and my ears, and when F. [a student] gave you that lovely, trembling soft pitch, I. Well, I got it. And I was very close to crying it was so wonderful. I just sat and listened to the thrum and rumble of all those kids in their attention and straining, and it was so lovely.
Thank you so much.
and last night i had a raucous, intense, and incredibly human time with my students in section. i love watching that incipience emerge in them - a delicate and perservering commitment to think differently. and working with them on their writing is a riot - they're so smart and so obtuse at the same time. now there's a running joke about being granted special dispensation to use semicolons. i said something like, "you can only use a semicolon if you're tenured, and then only after you've gotten through your five-year tenure review successfully." they all fkn laughed, as i did.
and finally: i cannot get enough of REM right now. i'm going to listen to them all day.
(for the unwashed: the CTR ring is a mormon fashion accoutrement for young and old that is supposed to serve as a reminder to CHOOSE THE RIGHT. i had one, oh so long ago, almost every mormon kid did. my sister (28) wears one now, cos she's one of those "edgy" young adult mormons - she feels very "punk rock" wearing it.)
this site is also fkn amazing - it includes a long list of Mormon CTR Acronyms and Ex-Mormon CTR Acronyms, some of which i include here:
Caffeinate Thy Rectum
Called To Reproduce
Can't Tell Really
Can't Tell Right
Can't Think Rationally
Can't Think Right
Carrots, Tomatoes and Radishes
Castrate The Rebellious
Cease to Reason
Cerebral Testimonial RigorMortis
Chant Temple Rituals (Oh god hear the words of my mouth!)
Cheating Through Revelation
Choose the Reich
Choose The Revenue
Chronic Theological Revisionists
Clean The Rifle
Clenched Tight Rectum
Climb The Ramiumptum
Closed To Reason
Clueless Temple Rats
Continuing Total Revisionism
Control That Penis
Control That Pussy
Control That Rabble
Control Through Religion
Convert Ten Retards
Corporate Thinking Robot
Corporation of Tight-assed Robbers
Cougars, Terrible Rebounders
Cranky, Tired Rabbits
Crap To Remember
Cucumber Temple Raffle
Cult that Represses
Called To Rage
Called To Rebel
Cause They (are mostly) Republicans
Cause They're Rotten
Cause to Regurgitate
Cease to Remember
Cheap Tin Ring
Chew The Rice
Children for Theocratic Revolution
Choke the Righteous
Choke The Rod
Choose the Rectum
Choose the Rod
Choose To Rave
Choose to Rebel
Chose to Resign
Choose to Rock
Choose To Run
Close the Rebelling
Close to Rebelling
Close to Rioting
Close the Refrigerator
Come to Reception ( but you're not invited to the temple wedding )
Conformity Through Repetition
Confound The Righteous
Cram the Rectum
Crumple That Recommend
Curry Too Rich
Curse This Religion
Cut the Rubbish
also: i had the most amazing day yesterday, which began with a lovely example of what sort of perfesser i would like to be, given by the lovely Jody Greene. i wrote this to her right after. i could not stop blissing out alllll day. [FYI we were talking about authorial intention and ethics, by way of Wimsatt & Beardsley, ED Hirsch, and Gayatri Spivak.]
Dear Jody,
So God just dumped a bunch of gold bricks on my head - about 10 minutes before the end of lecture, I GOT what you were doing today, got it in my gut, and my goddamned heart chakra is pumping out green light like there's every tomorrow. You took that whole room to the place of ethics and a bodily understanding of power without ever shaking your finger or saying the word "power." I, however, had ANTS IN MY PANTS, and while everyone was reeling off the beginnings of possible ways to read, I kept writing POWER in big block letters. I even wrote it on a separate sheet and held it up to you for a couple of microseconds. Thankfully my better self got a hold on my hands and my ears, and when F. [a student] gave you that lovely, trembling soft pitch, I. Well, I got it. And I was very close to crying it was so wonderful. I just sat and listened to the thrum and rumble of all those kids in their attention and straining, and it was so lovely.
Thank you so much.
and last night i had a raucous, intense, and incredibly human time with my students in section. i love watching that incipience emerge in them - a delicate and perservering commitment to think differently. and working with them on their writing is a riot - they're so smart and so obtuse at the same time. now there's a running joke about being granted special dispensation to use semicolons. i said something like, "you can only use a semicolon if you're tenured, and then only after you've gotten through your five-year tenure review successfully." they all fkn laughed, as i did.
and finally: i cannot get enough of REM right now. i'm going to listen to them all day.