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Friday, February 16, 2001 | 11:28 p.m.
"'I started throwing big parties at my flat in Paris for 100, 150 people. Each time I threw a party, I slept with somebody new; a person of high quality, too.' - from "boom boom boom" by alex williams for nerve.com Wednesday, January 31, 2001 | 11:44 a.m.
"yea, i noticed that about you. eveline is really quiet, and keeps to herself, and sometimes she squeaks." Wednesday, January 17, 2001 | 10:52 a.m.
Here are my favorite excerpts from my JP research:
"Being considered and treated apart by colonialist racism, the colonized ends up accepting this Manichaean division of the colony and, by extension, of the whole word. Being definitely excluded from half the world, why should he not suspect it of confirming his condemnation? Why should he not judge it and condemn it in his turn? The racism of the colonized [as opposed to the racism of the colonizer] is then neither biological nor metaphysical, but social and historical. It is not based on a belief in the inferiority of the detested group but on the conviction, and in large measure on the observation, that this group is truly an aggressor and dangerous. Furtheremore, while modern European racism hates and scorns more than it fears, that of the colonized fears and also continues to admire. In brief, it is not aggressive but defensive racism."
- The Colonizer and the Colonized, Albert Memmi
"'Look, a Negro!' It was an external stimulus that flicked over me as I passed by. I made a tight smile.
- Black Skin, White Masks, Frantz Fanon
Tuesday, January 16, 2001 | 12:57 p.m.
current permutation of thesis: "Hate and the Colonized's Revenge Or Love and Black Self-Loathing? Seducing the Figure of the White Woman in Derek Walcott's 'Goats and Monkeys' and William Shakespeare's Othello"
11 pages so far. mad emailing. speed all gone. 1 1/2 hours worth of napping. countless food breaks. 3 hours left.
aiiiieeeeeeeee!!!! Tuesday, January 16, 2001 | 04:13 a.m.
plunging into the utter pits of despair (otherwise known as "descent into HELLLLLLLL part III)
started writing at last, 2 hrs ago. thesis du jour: "The Black Conflict of Love and Hate: Killing the Figure of the White Woman in Derek Walcott’s 'Goats and Monkeys' and William Shakespeare’s Othello"
maya i know you're reading this. thanks for the pity.
as i sidenote i'd like to say that iago is sooo obviously a latent homosexual. Monday, January 15, 2001 | 08:48 p.m.
descent into HELLLLLLLL part II:
fucking STILL haven't fucking started writing the fucking JP. but 7 pages of notes. and i get to use the phrase "the beast with two backs"! (thank you, othello) 19 hours til the death knell sounds.
unlike his jovial pal mr. amphetamine, coffee is *not* my friend. hooray, increasingly strong awareness of my bowels. Monday, January 15, 2001 | 02:21 p.m.
running log of my descent into, as maya put it, JP HELLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!:
26 hours til dean's date final hour. started writing? nope.
amphetamines are my friend.
computer crashing when 5 page document of 10pt typed notes has not been saved yet = bad.
deciding your thesis is sexual revenge as a motivation in a poem and then coming across the line "blah blah blah was not...revenge..." in that poem really sucks.
choosing to write on a poem about Othello when you've never read Othello is rather unwise.
deciding night before dean's date you maybe ought to read Othello after all is exceedingly stressful.
the various permutations of my ever-changing thesis:
aaaand...it's current incarnation!...
- "The Rape Fantasy and Race in Derek Walcott's Goats and Monkeys. And Relating Random Other Poems. And Stuff About Othello." Friday, January 12, 2001 | 07:59 p.m. 'Each day in the Mirror I watch death at work' (Cocteau) Friday, January 12, 2001 | 07:50 p.m. this is an awesome image. Wednesday, January 10, 2001 | 09:53 p.m. my favorite short story is "I-80 Nebraska, M. 490-M.205" by john sayles. it's about truckers. and ends with something like, "and the sky rained down a hail of beef." my other favorite story is "his son in his arms, in light, aloft" by harold brodkey. they're both in the 1976 o henry awards. so you should steal that anthology from your local library & read them. obviously i'm not working on my shakespeare paper right now. nor my (unstarted) jp. goddamn. Tuesday, January 9, 2001 | 07:46 p.m. oh my god i'm never going to get this fucking paper written. fucking shakespeare's fucking henry v. Tuesday, January 9, 2001 | 12:15 a.m. "An old story goes that Cimabue was struck with admiration when he saw the sheperd boy, Giotto, sketching sheep. But, according to the true biographies, it is never the sheep that inspire a Giotto with the love of painting: but, rather, his first sight of the paintings of such a man as Cimabue. What makes the artist is the circumstance that in his youth he was more deeply moved by the sight of works of art than by that of the things which they portray" - Malraux, Psychology of Art (also the epitaph to section one of Derek Walcott's Another Life (the topic of my junior paper! (something by Walcott, that is, not that particular poem, since I haven't decided which poem to write about & JPs are due in 7 days & so far my only work on it consists of having gotten ice cream all over my book)) Saturday, January 6, 2001 | 09:34 p.m. just when you thought your own life was really lame, things like this come along Sunday, December 24, 2000 | 07:17 p.m.
the emergency room nurse-guy: what are you majoring in?
my podiatrist: so what's your major?
his receptionist: what you majoring in? |
