well, i missed the quails, but i was seeing jody bleyle and katy play! neither of whom i've ever seen, but both of whose music i really really love. whereas i saw the quails not two months ago in brooklyn, and i am pretty averse to the yeah yeah yeahs. so, that's why i missed the opening bands.
ericka, i should have e-mailed you back, sorry. i did get your e-mail about the button, but i never actually got it in the mail. strange, huh? maybe it is just taking an extra, extra long time.
bonjour depuis la ville-lumiereisidoroOctober 17 2002, 09:20:33 UTC
well, anyway, i don't know if you remember, but i ordered a couple of zines from you way back, and i remember being really disappointed that you were out of queerean. anyway, thanks for the zines: they were great. i was actually planning to contact you again for a trade when i had finished my mini-comic, but the thing is, i never finished it so i guess that's that. as you can see, i've jumped on the livejournal bandwagon, so um, come see my page. it hasn't many entries as of yet, but i'm sure that will change.
btw, i was wondering what your opinion of the french professors at harvard was. i know you were reading beckett (molloy? awesome book), so i'm thinking maybe there might be a good beckett specialist there?
We were suitemates in a dorm at Harvard, and there was this HUGE grasshopper behind our bathtub. Like, its legs were maybe a yard long, though the rest of its body was normal-sized. Anyway, we were trying to catch it, because if the RA found it we would be in huge trouble -- apparently grasshopper possession was tantamount to cocaine possession. (In my dream that made perfect sense, natch.) Finally, just in the nick of time I scooped it into a teacup and got its legs to fold up inside. With some friends, we giggled in the living room as the RA inspected our bathroom. There was queer literature all over the bathroom, which we knew would shock the RA; that's why we were giggling.
dude. i have no interpretations, but that's a pretty hilarious dream. now i will be paranoid about finding insects in the shower for the next couple days. a teacup?
incidentally, i have never actually met my RA. and there is what you might call queer literature all over my bedroom. hmmm!
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ericka, i should have e-mailed you back, sorry. i did get your e-mail about the button, but i never actually got it in the mail. strange, huh? maybe it is just taking an extra, extra long time.
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btw, i was wondering what your opinion of the french professors at harvard was. i know you were reading beckett (molloy? awesome book), so i'm thinking maybe there might be a good beckett specialist there?
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We were suitemates in a dorm at Harvard, and there was this HUGE grasshopper behind our bathtub. Like, its legs were maybe a yard long, though the rest of its body was normal-sized. Anyway, we were trying to catch it, because if the RA found it we would be in huge trouble -- apparently grasshopper possession was tantamount to cocaine possession. (In my dream that made perfect sense, natch.) Finally, just in the nick of time I scooped it into a teacup and got its legs to fold up inside. With some friends, we giggled in the living room as the RA inspected our bathroom. There was queer literature all over the bathroom, which we knew would shock the RA; that's why we were giggling.
Interpretations? ;)
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incidentally, i have never actually met my RA. and there is what you might call queer literature all over my bedroom. hmmm!
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