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a description of the amazing and exciting adventures i have here in baltimore--- and other lies.

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Tuesday, September 24, 2002
 
yesterday was my first class of ESOL where i got paid. my students seem very eager to learn, and that gives me great comfort. there is nothing worse than people who don't care. it seems they will be a good group. i have enjoyed teaching esol, especially at greater homewood community corporation, where they is good peeps.
on another note, i have noticed that i could potentially do alot with the webtags here. be prepared.

Monday, September 23, 2002
 
dave savolaine sent this to me. there is NOTHING right about it:punk kittens

 
Well, after an unforseen absence, we are back blogging! the last thing a lot of people saw was the stuff about 9/11, which was posted on 9/14. my blog went blooey, and i had to change templates and everything. it was a simple proceedure to do so, but i, of course, didn't get around to it today. i was not feeling well, and then i didn't go to the library for a few days, yadda yadda yadda.
the templates i had to choose from was quite the decision, too. at first, i really really wanted to get "currency", but to my dismay, it is being used by buscher in his evil domain. then i looked at the others, and found them to be alright, but nothing really caught my eye.
the old one i had, called "Khaki Tueday" was out of the picture. (so, goodbye, khaki tuesday. who could hang a name on you?) i kinda liked one, "cranberry socks", but despite the fact that it seems pleasing, there is something vaguely intimidating about it, not to mention malevolent. the one i have chosen for the new look is "chroma." how they came up with this name is beyond me, but there it is. they had others called tux which, no surprize, looks like a tuxedo, and yellow rocks, which, well doesnot look like yellow rocks but is just not right all the same.
and, i have created a new blog: trials and errors, where i will be posting new stuff by random people. read it today!

more news tomorrow. i wanted everyone to know i am still alive, though.

Tuesday, September 17, 2002
 
another treatment i thought of: dyke daddy, usa!
the story of a man who loves women, and the women who love them.

i have not fully thought out the story, but ya gotta love the bumper!

Monday, September 16, 2002
 
i went excercising the other day, and my legs still hurt. i think it is because i did not stretch out, so tomorrow i will go to enoch pratt and get some stretching books. did you know that there is an idiots guide to stretching? well guess who is going to get it. i have been going to e p. alot lately. it is amazing the contrast of a public library and an academic one. gives one who does library stuff pause, particularly about audience.
with any luck, i will have an adventure to tell about tomorrow, but my guess is that i will have a rather ordinary time of it.

Sunday, September 15, 2002
 
here are some of the books i will write. maybe not soon, but i really should plan it out, now that i come to think of it. none of these, by the way, are jokes. i actually will write them:

i, vampyre, where i discus the nature of evil and compare hanna arendt and ayn rand; be forewarned, rand comes out badly.

black irish, which will probably be a screenplay. the jist of it is that two cops are buddies, one black and one white, they have the same last name, they joke about being related. they find out they actually are, many generations back. a crisis of conscience and of personhood hits them both, and we explore issues of race and nationhood, with family.

the pithy roman, latin quotes for every day. the latin will be provided, as well as a good modern translation of it.

patristic and current theological thoughts compared, where i take the theological tenets of many christian churches and compare them with thoughts in early christianity.

occidentalism, not a parody of 'orientalism', but rather, a further piece explaining how western ideas and thoughts become so appealing in the east. is it the glamour of the new? is it a way to break from old power centers and establish a new order? is it keeping up with joneses? is it a way to maintain a solid economic base within a world that glorifies capitalism? is it really all that western anyway? this will take some real thinking, but i think i can pull it off.

an english language biography of pope urban ii.

translation of jerome's 'commentaries on isiah' into english, with notes.

gnosis and orthodoxy, which will be a commentary of the various apocryphal christian books. i want to style the commentary similar to the way the navarre bible has done for the approved texts, citing patristic authors and squaring the representations of the works to the magisterium of the church.

thats all i got so far. more as i think of them.



Saturday, September 14, 2002
 
well, we are still all alive. no big terror attacks, no surfiet of invasion. please let us start a dialogue, dear readers, as to why king george iv and v want to eradicate saddam. viki's brother john is convinced that the bushes have a vendetta against him. ( i promise, up front, that this will be no maclaughlin group where i cut you off only to call WRONG! and give some rabidly right wing "reasonette" (ie, a small reasoning, or something not quite a reason and therefore not reasonable) for the answer)
please email me your favourite theory. i will give a prize (maybe not as good as dan savage, but good still) to the best one. and, after all entries are compiled, i will reveal my brilliant thoughts on the issue.
clownx9@yahoo.com
and, i also promise to write more often, which is probably just for me rather than you.

Monday, September 09, 2002
 
from now on, i will only speak in the fourth person. this is somewhere after the third person singular begins, and before the first person plural. the pronoun is hwe or shwe, depending on one's orientation.

hwe think it will change hour thinking on things that affect hus. definitely more breathey talk, at the very least.
give it a try yourself!

Tuesday, September 03, 2002
 
this was a pretty unstressful labor day weekend, in which i watched a LOT of movies.
i also caught up with reading this one guy's blog, and the last post he had was all about him being gay.
now, not that this is anything new, or that i call him to task on it necessarily. i do have this evil thought rolling around in the back of my mind, that maybe he is not gay. i mean, if a straight man constantly was pushing the fact that he went out to sports, fucks women, goes out to bars and gets blasted, makes anti-gay statements, you would say, "hey, wait a minite, he doth protest too much!" you would also say he might be closeted.

maybe it is like that with my friend? maybe the urge to have curtains in his house, and pretty things, and to wear fashionable clothes, and be really thin, and go get a haircut every other day, and use words like "luxurious" and "fabulous" and make snappy comments,maybe the price you pay is to say you are gay and then to talk the talk, you gotta walk the walk, even if you are really straight at heart.
just a thought.

i shall start a revolution: i shall use fabulous all the time now, and i shall have brunches drink bloody marys, mimosas, tea; eat chopped fruit, cream cheese with bits of scallion in it, and olives stuffed with almonds, and spend the entire meal discussing musical theater theater in restaurants that are tony (gay word!) or trendy to the point where lines are blurred... only then shall i truly be straight!

or maybe not. i mean, i have succesfully resisted purchasing window treatments for as long as i have been here in baltimore, relying on my mom to make those things; which, according to some is really butch. or is it?

Sunday, September 01, 2002
 
Erin and I went to go see "Tadpole" on Friday, and then later on I watched "Amelie" at her house.
Both very good, if you have not yet seen them. Tadpole gave me pause, tho'. I have been reflecting on the overall argument of diane (bebe nuewirth): that women find passion sexy--- and not sexual passion, but rather that someone who is passionate about things or ideas is what is attractive. it made me think, because i have not really felt passion about anything in a while. i have manic attractions to things, and learn about a myriad of things but in my mecurial manner, i tire of the subject, or it looses its salt for me. i fear getting involved with anything now, because i don't know what will be the latest passing fad for me. magic was the last thing, before that languages,and my bagpipe also. i still do all these things, after a fashion, but not in the intense way i used to do so.
so, my new thought is to try to get passionate about something. maybe it will rise me out of my malaise. maybe i have to be like descartes, where he believed that he could believe in God, and then was able to actually believe.