Archive for January, 2009



January 31, 2009

So, The Pursuit of Harpyness is up, and is drawing quite a bit of attention; it’s gotten more hits/comments/kerfuffle in less than 2 days than anything else I’ve ever written, ever, I imagine.  (Not that my stuff is specifically what’s driving traffic, but you get the point.)

The good news is that it has me writing, however unsatisfactory that writing may be to me.  Some is better than none, right?

The bad news is that it is taking time from my writing here (which might be just as well, as this has–particularly recently–been mostly whining), as more importantly, from whatever mental/emotional energy I might turn towards writing the diss.

Which, if I’m going to pick up again (still TBD), I’ve realized I’ll have to abandon the mess that is Zombie Chapter 4 and start afresh with New Chapter 2:  on “history” and nostalgia.  Which means I will have spent months with pretty much nothing to show (to my committee or myself) for it.  No completion, no satis-fak-shon.  And I need some goddamn satis-fak-shon. 

So, what to do?  Thoughts?


Now, with more Feminism!

January 28, 2009

Some smart lady-friends and I have started a group blog.  While I can only take credit or blame for my own work, I do think the thing as a whole is worth checking out.

What else are you going to do, work?


Behind the Curtain

January 27, 2009

I decided to put up better, more realistic pictures of RB and me on the “Cast” page.  As you can imagine, we have a lot of snuggly nights at home together.


Living The Dream

January 25, 2009

RB and I have lovely friends.

Among these lovely friends are people who have recently upgraded some of their belongings, and were needing to get rid of the “old stuff” (which wasn’t terribly old).

Wroth to the rescue!  Yesterday, we scored a 30″ TV (not HD or digital or newfangled in any particular way) and a sah-weet couch w/ a fold-out bed. RB was more jazzed about the enormo TV than I, but whatever, I just don’t really care about that stuff.

Our now-old TV was smaller, and  due to its rather advanced electronic age of at least 15 years (RB bought in in HS, with money from his fastfood job), it was developing weird color bands:  a green stripe down the left side, and a magenta glow in the lower-left corner.  The now-displaced couch was a fairly fugly futon that was given to us by a vacating neighbor a couple years ago, and did yeoman’s work for any number of visiting friends and relatives.  Both were serviceable, if not ideal, and we were waiting until something went totally kablooey before we would replace it.

But then we didn’t, thanks to aforementioned lovely friends.  

And now we’ve got even better equipment for being indolent mofos.  Couch & TV:  that great American duo.  Add Wroth and Robot Boy:  a serviceable, if not ideal American duo, and we’re all feelin’ mighty fine.

That isn’t the couch.  Or Orange Cat (although he is totally digging the new couch, too).


No Game Today.

January 22, 2009

Today is the 36th Anniversary of the judgment on Roe v. Wade.  Hence, it is also Blog for Choice Day.

I’ve done this two years in a row, and wanted to do it today, but I had a therapy session-thing, and it was horrible, and I’m  miserable and exhausted.  I direct you to this post, by The Other Dawn, which I think is quite lovely.

The only other thing I can think of is the scene in The Incredibles where Elastigirl/Helen is flying into hostile territory, and Syndrome sends out missiles to blow up her plane.  Not understanding the situation, she radios the island to get them to call off the attack, while also demanding that her daughter Violet throw up a force-field bubble thing around the plane.  The line that always makes me smirk inappropriately is:  “Violet, do it NOW! Abort, abort, abort! ”

No good?  Okay, how ’bout this from the Prez:

Statement of President Obama on the 36th Anniversary of Roe v. Wade

“On the 36th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, we are reminded that this decision not only protects women’s health and reproductive freedom, but stands for a broader principle: that government should not intrude on our most private family matters. I remain committed to protecting a woman’s right to choose.

While this is a sensitive and often divisive issue, no matter what our views, we are united in our determination to prevent unintended pregnancies, reduce the need for abortion, and support women and families in the choices they make. To accomplish these goals, we must work to find common ground to expand access to affordable contraception, accurate health information, and preventative services.

On this anniversary, we must also recommit ourselves more broadly to ensuring that our daughters have the same rights and opportunities as our sons: the chance to attain a world-class education; to have fulfilling careers in any industry; to be treated fairly and paid equally for their work; and to have no limits on their dreams. That is what I want for women everywhere.”

Yeah, that’s better.


Signs from the Cosmos?

January 21, 2009

In the last few days, I’ve happened across two articles that have just about put the final nail in the coffin of my academic aspirations.  You might have read Stanley Fish’s NYT editorial “The Last Professor” already, but there was a short but nauseating article published in yesterday’s Villiage Voice by Stacy Cowley that you probably didn’t catch.

If I weren’t already doubting my chances, my choices, my self, these might bruise me a little.  As it is:  why haven’t I quit yet?


The Power of Negative Thinking!

January 20, 2009

It can break up a friendship.

I’ve read that we most hate those traits in others that we see in ourselves.  Well, I know someone–someone I used to consider a friend–who is making me crazy with his crap attitude.

He fancies himself a Serious Intellectual and a Sensible Person, as well as a Tough Guy, in some respects, but he’s really a seriously privileged,  but bitter, joyless misogynist and (gulp!) libertarian.  While I am neither a misogynist nor a libertarian, and I’m certainly not a Serious Intellectual (or even a serious intellectual), but I am usually bitter and more recently, pretty joyless, too.

I need to work on this.  I don’t want to be like That Guy.

So thanks, That Guy, for the warning.


Therapy on Thursday.  Would it be bitter and joyless to de-friend him on FB?  I’m fuckin’ sick of his dour, smug, absolutist comments.