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Jen has a severe case of the flu. It could be H1N1, but she hasn't been able to get to the doctor to find out because the doctor said STAY HOME, so as not to infect everyone else outside our home. Of course they checked for signs of dire straits, but her fever has gone down, which is a good sign, and she's eating and getting slightly better, but its clearly a very unpleasant bug. She's transitioned from just sleeping constantly, which was kind of scary, to being much more alert but coughing her guts out, which is just sad. I feel so bad that I can't do more to help; I've been working 12 hour days all week.
I had something similar, although not nearly as severe a few weeks ago. I had no time for doctors or resting, so I basically just walked around, being a vector.
I have a fervent hope that the end of november and december will bring health, a cease to my ludicrous schedule and more time for Jen and I to enjoy each other's company sans post nasal drip.
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Oh, the holidays! AS always it brought family together. We went to JHen's friend Jason's surprise party first. He was far later than anticipated, taking his time getting dolled up in drag. But he was the birthday lady, after all. At the party I met another chick named Rose. She was dressed like a boob, and her name wasn't really Rose, it was Rosemary and I was like, then don't masquerade as Rose! But inside, I said that on the inside. On the way out we randomly ran into Ryan, which was such a pleasant surprise. I invited him to join us at our next party, but he didn't, sadly.
Getting in a cab, I damaged my point. I was a number two pencil for halloween. Jen sharpened it for me. Jen was the Progressive chick from the commercial, and it was a fab costume, a striking likeness, and turns out, Jen looks super hot with intense eyeliner, red red lips and Bumpits in her hair.
Over to Kiersten and Sal's traditional. It was at a new location, which was decent, a fairly large space and the bartender was on the fucking ball. There were a lot of randoms in there, but whatever. Costume wise, things were looking good. Notables included Sam and Eleni as Spock and Uhura, Ritchie as Ugly Betty, Andrew and TK as dice, Sal as swine flu, and Nicole as Colonel Sanders. Colonel Sanders had some potato wedges and biscuits and chicken, which I was thrilled about because I was really hungry. Kiersten was Mikey Rourke as The Wrestler. Two Beyonces from the Single Ladies video, Kevin and Christine. They had a Single Ladies-off. Kevin took the honors, of course. Brian came as Sotomayor, and then transitioned in to Hillary Clinton later in the evening. There was a really great Shirley Temple Black. The picture I got of those two with Liz Taylor is a picture of three humanitatian bitches.
At midnight, Colonel Sanders won first prize. Completely deserved.
Soon after minight I got an elbow in the eye from someone.
Cab. Home. Shameful McDonald's moment.
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Where have I been? Doing EVERYTHING.
Alright, j/k. Doing some shit and some of that not particularly well. Mainly I was producing this benefit event for Atlantic Acting School. It was a 24 hour play event, which is a totally wild undertaking, and super fun once it gets rolling (and you're not a person who has to appear onstage). It was just a lot to take care of, logistically, and I was working hard and a lot on my own, since I was a freelancer, not a staffer. It turned out to be an awesome performance in the end though, and I think the people who participated enjoyed themselves. I didn't really see the shows, I was having a conniption about the timing of the after party, but Jen tells me the Mary Steenburgen in a naked suit tiny vagina in a box play co starring Liev Shrieber as the butler was a gem. I'll bet!
I'm also working p/t at the NYC DEP. Jen's super pumped that I'm down with city acronyms now. It's actually pretty cool over there, I think the ladies who run the joint really have their act together, which is quite impressive considering the volume and variety of material they oversee and are processing. My job is to catalog drawings of the NYC water supply system. It's crazy to look at each drawing, each piece and realize it makes up a still-working system that supplies millions of people with water to this day. Really impressive. And surprisingly interesting. I also find my work there quite relaxing. I know what I'm supposed to do, it's one basic task, I do it. I also listen to a lot of podcasts. Any recommendations?
I'm also interning at the Schomburg Center, one of the NYPL research libraries. That is more stressful. I got four boxes of stuff and I'm supposed to organize into legitimate series and write a finding aid. It's fairly overwhelming, but after like, 4 weeks, maybe I've resolved some issues. I suspect I am going at a snails pace, but this shit is hard. It's quite satisfying to think that I'm sort of getting somewhere though. And it's fucking awesome to think that MY opinion on how these materials work is what determines how they will be accessed in the future.
I'm also supposed to be working on an independent study about theater archives, but my advisor was on leave for a while. Thank god too, because I don't know when I would have gotten that shit done. He's back now though, and i'm picking up that thread this week.
I'm also, of course, still tutoring and teaching, that's my main income. BUt since I went part time there too, I'm paranoid about making enough hours, and working as much as I can so as not to be caught with zero dollars and zero cents all of a sudden.
I wish I had time to buy and read my comic books, and time to write my fanfic and time to make those alexis stewart brown sugar chocolate chip cookies that look so fucking delicious. But at the same time, I've kind of had fun holding my shit together by a fucking thread. The only real sad thing is that I haven't been able to spend much time with Jen in the past month and a half. Although we did go to NC for a wedding and I thieved from the hotel bar.
Now that the benefit gig is over, back to easy stuff. Like trying to get pregnant from frozen sperm. No sweat, right?
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We went away this weekend. Jen's cousin Brittany and her husband Chris go up to the Catskills all the time and they have been saying we should go sometime and so we finally did. Chris has been going up there forever, his family has a house in Roxmor Colony.
Roxmor has been there for over 100 years. It's still a lively, lovely vacation colony, and Labor Day weekend is the setting for all sorts of refereshingly earnest festivities. I had to work on Saturday morning, so we missed some sort of craft show and sale, but we arrived just as the horseshoe tournament was wrapping up.
Things were immediately, exceedingly chill. We put our bags down in "the little house", an adorable and surprisingly well appointed cabin behind the Connors' lovely big house with the awesome screened in porch. We watched some horseshoes and had some beers. After that we went back to the house and had some more beers. Dinner was grilled outside, eaten inside, and then we got ready to go down to the council.
Right. The council.
So the kids at Roxmor are on teams. And the teams compete. There's some sort of garbage picking up competition, which apparently isn't as much fun as it used to be when you could just burn all the garbage your team found instead of having to separate out the recycling and drag it all to the appropriate facility. And then at council, there's a variety of competitive games, and earning of stripes and at the end the team with the most stripes wins.
So we go up the dark gravel road in the pitch black and there are a bunch of kids (ages 5ish-15ish) sitting around a big campfire, with their team colors on and a bunch of adults and young adults sitting and standing around as spectators, and everyone, of all ages is totally engaged.
Apparently the events there aren't as thrilling as they used to be either. One legged chicken fighting was banned because someone fell in the fire. But American Gladiator style jousting with padded sticks was still on the menu. And thumb wrestling. And talkfest.
Talkfest is a great competitive event, one I'm sure I could win, should anyone ever be foolish enough to challenge me. After a kid gets the chief's attention and he calls on her, and she issues a challenge, and the two kids go up and face each other in front of three randomly chosen judges. Then you have to talk as loud as you can as long as you can into each other's face. Girls were way better than boys at that game.
After council wrapped up we went up to the inn. More beers were drunk and we got down to business, practicing for the Sunday night square dancing.
Square dancing deserves its own entry. Which will follow tomorrow.
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I'm obsessed with Anne of Green Gables right now. I am tearing through the books, I refuse to read anything else. They are so wonderful and friendly and relaxing. By relaxing I don't mean boring or even keeled - they're filled with emotion - I was crying like a baby reading Anne's House of Dreams on the subway. But the emotion is warm and human, in the course of reasonable life events.
One of the awesomest things about the books is that they are obsessed with romantic friendship. Girls and women are forever vowing to love each other forever and stroking each other's hair. Even Anne's marriage to Gilbert is very focused on them being friends who have love, rather than lovers. And Anne never says the passionate stuff she says to her girlfriends to Gilbert.
I would have been content to just enjoy this and accept it as is, and not make anything to explicitly queer about it. Girls *do* love each other. But COMPLETELY by accident in the course of writing a review for an entirely different, non anne related book, I found this book called "looking for anne of green gables" which investigates L.M. Montgomery's romantic relationships with women. And then...also COMPLETELY by accident I stumbled on Anne of Green Gables slash fic. Apparently my life is structured in such a way as to just be a queerifying material magnet. Which is cool, that is the shit I'm interested in.
But i'm torn. Maybe Anne of Green Gables should just stay how it is. Maybe I don't need to queer it up. But...other people queered it up already. I do want to know what they said. And I have a feeling the fanfic might be decent. I mean, what kind of lit. nerd do you have to be to make slashy anne of green gables fic? A huge lit. nerd, that's what kind. Which means it's probably at least coherent and maybe even charming.
And that's just it. Anne and her world might be made infinitely MORE charming by being freed from the page and allowed to engage in more explicit girl on girl romance. But of course it could just be terrrrrible and ruin the whole thing.
You know I'll read it all in the end. Even if the fic dissapoints, it will help me imagine charming, romantic olde timey girl lovers and that sounds just dreamy.
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I've been quiet for a while, but now I'm having *feelings* and rather than just whine about it around the house, I thought I'd whine publicly, for all to see.
Vacation was the best vacation I've ever been on. I've been to more exciting places, more exotic places, but this time, there was just such a sense of joy and relaxation. Which indicates to me that my daily life has apparently gotten too stressed. The main factor is that on vacation I got to spend time with Jen, 24-7, while at home we're more on a 5-7 average. Which isn't nearly enough. And obviously there's work, there's shit to do, but it's really inappropriate not to be able to spend at least a full day or two a week enjoying time alone together. (which doesn't include running errands, hellishly long train rides, home repair, etc.)
There's also work stress, and the stress of some other projects I've taken on. I am interested in and excited about all the things I'm responsible for, but at the same time, I wish I had a little less on my plate. For like, 2 seconds I was happy to be home, when I was like, yeah, there are so many *opportunities* here, I can get mixed up in some world class shit! But then I was like, riiiiiight, I have to DO them. The idea of getting anything done was just a huge comedown.
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On Friday night, Jen and I got home from drinks with friends and we were just chilling before going to bed, flipping through the channels. And Jen suggested we watch "Dominican USA", a public access show. We love "Gay USA" and I guess she wanted to compare the production values, I don't know.
Anyway, we put on Dominican USA and there's some guy sitting in the back of a car service car, acting like that makes him a pimp, thanking all the fans. "You guys have kept me going, I just have to say thank you for all your support. And what better way to say it than by showin' asses?"
And then asses were shown. My, how they were shown! Pretty much the only qualification to get on this ass-stravaganza was size. Just a montage of large ass after large ass, clothed, unclothed, whatever. Many were being shaken, either by the ass owner, or by a helpful gentleman. There was also a pile of asses, all these chicks in boyshorts laying with their asses on top of each other. I felt bad for the chick at the bottom. She had three huge ass ladies squishing her. And they appeared to be at a party. What kind of party? Where?
What really astounded me was HOW MUCH someone must love asses to find this ass montage at all pleasurable, let alone an awesome thank you gift. Cause many of these asses were nasty, you could see better asses lots of places. AND it was JUST ASSES. Once in a while, some pussy would sneak in there, once in a very great while they'd splice in a boob shot. But you never saw the face and rarely even the waist of the person who's giant ass was being presented. Just disembodied asses. Asses gone wild.
I did some research on "Dominican USA" and it turns out that the whole show is ALWAYS just asses! The host goes around filming asses and just puts em up on his show. a)That's fucked up of him. and b)Public access is amazing, truly a forum for freedom of expression that more of us should take advantage of. I sincerely appreciate this. I want to say thank you to those who make it possible. But how? Oh, I know!
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