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Curiously, most of my friends seem to be unfamiliar with Cream. Friends who consider themselves to know, well, something about music anyway

Unfamiliar with Cream! CREAM!

Hence, I have uploaded "White Room," which includes the best use of the wah-wah in the known universe. Listen. Then go buy "Disraeli Gears" or "Wheels of Fire" and marvel at the awesome.

by being Vice President this time around, this news made me an Obama fan for life (not that I wasn't already).

I'm beginning to realize that in fact, copyleft/Creative Commons is the issue that I'm most interested in right now. I mean, I'm interested in a lot of issues, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that I would sacrifice pretty much anything for freedom of speech. And to me, breaking the corrupted and ancient copyright system that currently holds sway is key to freedom of speech.

in a book by a Reedie (Howard Rheingold) I came across this quote about an early online community:

"That was in the fall of 1985. By the fall of 1986, the WELL was a part of my life I wasn't willing to do without. My wife was concerned, then jealous, then angry. The night we had the climactic argument, she said, referring to the small, peculiar, liberal arts college where we first met: `This is just like Reed. A bunch of intelligent misfits have found each other, and now your'e having a high old time.' The shock of recognition that came with that statement seemed to resolve the matter between us" (Virtual Communities 96) and Rheingold thereafter took no more guff.

I'm deeply amused, because I had the same experience, only backwards: virtual communities were my Reed before I went to Reed, my place to find other like-minded, intelligent, odd people.

Does anyone have any idea why pretty much every professor seems to be under the misapprehension that I am a senior?

It's very weird, but Jay Dickson just asked me if I had finished my defense yet, to which I stared blankly (and somewhat fearfully) at him. Did I write a thesis and I just don't remember it? But no, in fact I did not. And he's not the first one.

Curiouser and curiouser. It's not as if I took a year off, or anything, either. In fact, I'm a year younger than my class: I ought to be a sophomore!

I think I've decided that I want to bring the highlights unto my unwitting friendslist.

Don't thank me. No, really don't thank me. You won't be soon.

I have this secret love for really cheesy Harlequins -- really cheesy Harlequins that often are also kind of squicky in an old-fashioned way -- and I figure that I laugh at myself enough for reading them, right? Might as well laugh at them. This summer I will have a lot of time and secondhand books are cheap enough/resellable.

Originally my plan was to find the silliest title I could and review that. But I couldn't bring myself to read anything called The Italian Boss's Secretary Mistress. Not even for the sake of humor.

Anyway. We'll see how this goes. It should be amusing, if I ever actually getting around to writing the highlight/reviews.

(thank you smart bitches for making me think of the possibility of writing about my reading shame. you will always be the mistresses of romance novel reviews, but...)

Today in class, we learned about Roman attitudes towards queefing around the time of Domitian!

Martial, Epigrams, VII.18
Cum ibi sit facies, de qua nec femina possit
dicere, cum corpus nulla litura notet,
cur te tam rarus cupiat repetatque fututor,
miraris? Vitium est non leve, Galla, tibi:
accessi quotiens ad opus mitisque movemur
inguinibus, cunnus non tacet, ipsa taces.
Di facerent, ut tu loquereris et ille taceret:
offendor cunni garrulitate tui.
Pedere te mallem: namque hoc nec inutile dicit
symmachus et risum res movet ista simul:
quis ridere potest fatui poppysmata cunni?
Cum sonat hic, cui non mentula mensque cadit?
Dic aliquid saltem clamosoque obstrepe cunno,
et si adeo muta es, disce vel inde loqui.

Hooray!

Interestingly, we talked about how in the old editions this poem and others similar would be translated out of Latin -- into Italian, not English. Too dirty for English, I guess.

For the record, from the hum play, by J.Christ (and not the God one), to the tune of "I'm a lumberjack":

I'm the emperor, and I'm not gay
I sleep all night and I work all day

I govern Rome, I eat my lunch, I'm gonna be deified
I go to the Coliseum to watch barbarians die

I govern Rome, I skip and jump, I stab my enemies
I made my horse a consul, and I may have fucked my mom!
(What, haven't you?)

some seniors are wearing their laurels, some seniors are on too many stimulants, and some seniors are having crying jags.

Stacia posted a great video about Renn Fayre. I add some -- nay, a veritable plethora of Reediana -- for your procrastinatory pleasure:

This article has an interesting topic: lunchtimes, dinner times, et cetera. How/when did people eat?

Interestingly, as a college student, I find myself eating a plethora of meals. I'll wake up and eat breakfast -- something light before school, taken at eight or nine in the morning -- then lunch at noon, which is about the same size or perhaps a little heavier. Around four o'clock I need to take coffee and a snack, which takes the place of a Victorian afternoon tea; I've certainly had my eating habits altered, in this way, by the fact that I live in Portland with such a big coffee culture. Then dinner comes around seven, the largest meal of the day. On Fridays and Saturdays, when I regularly stay up until two o'clock or later, I'll eat another snack before bed, which sounds a whole lot like the supper meal that once was the norm at six o'clock.

I think that part of the problem with obesity might come with the fact that people are eating all these meals -- five in a day! -- but not adjusting their size. The only full meal I usually eat is dinner -- by "full" I of course mean involving a salad, a main course, and a side dish. Everything else is much smaller: breakfast some yogurt and granola, lunch a bagel with cream cheese and cucumbers, coffee taken with a cookie or some fruit, and supper involving whatever is around (usually bread and cheese and fruit). Only dinner is at all complex. But if I were to follow cookbooks and pay attention to what television tells me is the "norm," I would be eating hugely.

Just some thoughts. What are your eating habits? Am I normal in this plethora of meals?

but really?

you can't get good coffee in california. at least, not in walnut creek. weakest. americano. ever.