Who was I kidding to think I could really spend a month in New Jersey? Next Friday, I'm scuttling back to the city like a roach to the sewers. I've secured a place on my old living room couch and I'm feeling the sanity return already ( Read more... )

A few days ago, I went and took some pictures of (mostly) abandoned buildings in Northern Liberties, one of my favorite neighborhoods (and neighborhood names!) in Philadelphia. ( Lookee here... )

Today, I went to the Mütter Museum, which I absolutely recommend to anyone visiting Philadelphia! It's a museum of medical history, and mostly consists of dead things in jars and nineteenth-century wax models of horrifying diseases. There's a wall of malformed fetuses (maybe I'm a horrible person, but it's really, really cool), a collection of ( Read more... )

Am currently in New Jersey, which is not so interesting, but since my techie geek father got a router, I can go online from my own computer, which is rather nice. And means, of course, that I can read slash with impunity while here. :-)

For the first time, I cut my own hair. It took a while to make the first cut; the scissors bent around my head awkwardly and it felt like I could barely control them. They weren't even good scissors. I've used them for fabric for too long and they stick sometimes, half-closed. I tried holding up a mirror while standing with my back to the mirror on ( Read more... )

Oh, fabulous. Tonight I finished my last final, put on my Eowyn dress, and went down to Times Square for Return of the King! Am now in Middle-Earth for the rest of the night. ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is my Modernism final, in which I will have to answer the essay question, "What is Modernism?" Cute. Though the question does lend itself to creative exploitation. At this point, my sanity is so far gone, I'm thinking that it'll be a really good idea to write the whole essay as a dialogue between me and the zombified corpse of T.S. Eliot ( Read more... )

Is it just me, or is the Smiths song "Cemetry Gates" really a very clever joke about the death of the author? Like a comment on how the concept of "originality" is tied to the traditional role of the author as "owner" of the work and creator of a consumer product?
Shit, it really is just me, isn't it?

WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT WORKING ON MY PAPERS ( Read more... )

"The inhumanity of our ulterior, asocial, superficial world immediately finds its aesthetic form here, its ecstatic form. For the desert is simply that: an ecstatic critique of culture, an ecstatic form of disappearance ( Read more... )