I just honestly don't feel like I can read it anymore. Every time I try to tweak, I feel the incipient loom of a Derrida-induced migraine. HATE.

ah, Monday morning quotes at the Writing Center ( Read more... )

Saw the final show at the Continental last night. To quote CJ Ramone: "NYU fucking sucks ( Read more... )

I'm trying to print out Lenin's IMPERIALISM, THE HIGHEST STAGE OF CAPITALISM for class, and every time I try to print out Chapter 6, "Division of the World Among the Great Powers," the computer crashes. I find this simultaneously hilarious and annoying. Damn capitalist computer system ( Read more... )

He's such a little imperialist bitch, and yet, I can't stay away.

I love this:

We were dreamers, dreaming greatly, in this man-stifled town
We yearned beyond the sky-line where the strange roads go down.
Came the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Power with the Need
Till the Soul that is not man's soul was lent us to lead.

Came the Whisper, ( Read more... )

or 2:05 PM. Close enough *g*

A little weekend meme gacked from linaerys, who does this every Friday; I think it's just awesome, and may try to start it myself.

Reading: Right this very moment, proficiency exams at work (GROAN). But actually, The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco ... I think I may be doing this meme PURELY because I wanted to rave about ( Read more... )

I desperately want to be done and go home for the day, but it's pouring and my very motherly boss won't let me leave the office because she's worried I'll get wet. I'm all, "Pshaw, it's no monsoon!" And yet, here I sit ( Read more... )

My wonderful roommates are back from California! Thank God. Here in random list form is a recap of my very lovely weekend:

What comes after postmodernism? Magic.

Teen Witch is best if analyzed through a Lacanian lens.

The Brooklyn Cyclones play some of the worst baseball I have EVER EVER SEEN. This is awesome. Also, I now have little ice ( Read more... )

I am having, like, the greatest week ever. Bizarrely enough. And it only promises to get better, what with the weekend coming up -- I'm going to see a Cyclones game, go thrift store shopping at this *amazing* thrift store in far out Brooklyn, go see Devil Wears Prada (Clothes, eeee!), go shopping in Jersey (I am SUCH A CORPORATE WHORE), and then ( Read more... )

I am trying to figure out a schematic for describing people based on where they study in Bobst. So far, all I've got is that the people who sit two rooms off the TV lounge area in the first level of the basement are creepy. It is *dark* in there. And scary. Frankly, there is no excuse to be in the basement levels EVER, unless you are like me ( Read more... )