I’ve been thinking a lot about friendship lately. Never mind that it’s been a VERY long time since I’ve posted anything here. But, that’s not important. I’ve had shit to do. Don’t we all? (more…)
June 21, 2009
April 18, 2009
Graduating
So, it’s been a really long time since I’ve written here, and it’s mostly because I’ve been finishing up my thesis. But, we’ve also had some awesome developments on the home front. My friend Alicia and her 8-year-old son moved in with us, and that’s been incredible. It includes a glittery easter bunny footprint on our kitchen floor which we have yet to clean up. Plus, kid energy in the house. That’s the best part.
For any parents who read this, the easter bunny now has an e-mail address. It’s glitteryhop@gmail.com if you ever need it. I check it and send out little notes to the 8-year-old in our house, and I’d be happy to pretend for any other kids. You just can’t let the magic burn out, you know.
On another note, I finished the thesis, and I’m working on turning it into something publishable.
Now, though, i’m going shopping for professional, professorial type clothing. I even got new hair. It’s all natural-like. Til later…
TPQ
February 23, 2009
it’s been a while…
It’s been a while since I’ve written here, mostly because I’ve been thesising. Data coding is fun stuff – for real, y’all. Or am I joking? I don’t even know anymore.
The kitten is in a tear-up-mommy’s-work phase, which has made everything really fun. Luckily, there are only teeth marks and claw marks in data I have already coded.
Mom has had the flu for a week now. Type A according to her doc. She’s almost over it, though. I think he scared the shit out of her when he told her it killed a shitload of people in the early 1900s. Yeah… that’s what you tell an anxiety-riddled woman. Go doc!
My little brother came up with a new boy the other weekend. There’s a really funny story attached. He was texting me to ask if he could come up and he said “I’ve been seeing this new guy but he’s not out so we want to get away from Hickory for a while.”
We proceeded to figure out where I would leave a housekey for him and all that jazz so he could come up while we weren’t going to be home. We wouldn’t be home until a few hours after he got here. I go to bed.
10 minutes after I get in the bed (Lin is still swishing in the bathroom), I get a text that says “He’s 13.”
I text back: “what?”
He says: “on my myspace buddy profile if you want to check him out.”
I say: “You mean 18?”
He says: “No, no 13″
I launch into a two-text-length tirade about child molestation and how he can’t bring a 13 year old kid here because that’s seriously wrong. My bro is 24… you see why I’m upset, right?
He texts back: “No, he’s 19. He’s #13 on my buddy list.”
Laughter ensues…
February 4, 2009
Snow
It almost never snows in Asheville. But, this is the fifth time we’ve seen snow since before Halloween! Lin and I knew it was coming because the hard mast was enormous in proportion this fall… acorns galore! Either way, I’ve enjoyed watching Amos and AJ walk around snorting it on the back deck, and I laughed really hard when TARDIS stepped out on the back porch (where she’s not supposed to be) and cried because her feet were cold. Cats are adorable when they’re confused.
February 3, 2009
on the Household Division of Labor
I’ve been thinking about this a little bit because Lin and I have straight couple friends who are married, and lesbian couple friends who have been together a long time, but have a very hetero-gendered (homonormative) relationship. In all of these households, the woman or the “femme” woman does all of the housework – the cleaning, the cooking, etc. Lin and I don’t identify as butch/femme. However, if one of us were to wear a dress, it would be me. If one of us were to dress in flannel and hiking boots, it most certainly would be Lin. Barring costume parties, of course. In fact, she was wearing plaid flannel and doc martens the other day – and I couldn’t help but laugh at it. She did, too, so I suppose it was okay. (more…)
February 2, 2009
declining morality
So, I’ve mentioned before that I’m teaching online this semester. It’s not so bad. I still miss my WTF face, though. I had a student today complain because I added a tiny assignment to the syllabus. All I ask is that in a “writing intensive” class, they prepare an outline for their papers and send them to me. It’s part of the writing process that they need to learn. Plus, it’ll help me help them narrow the focus of their topics so they’re actually sociological. Here’s what I mean about them not getting sociology: (more…)
January 30, 2009
shopping while butch
After reading one of TPQ’s posts a few weeks ago where there was talk of black pants shopping I realized I didn’t own a pair of plain black dress pants either and decided to do something about it. So my partner and i went shopping. This was especially hard for my partner, who hates to shop for clothes. She has this great system though, which involves her mother buying her a full wardrobe every christmas and me buying her random things i see that i think will look really hot on her. This system severely reduces the need for her to shop, which is good, because shopping for clothes (or even the proposal) makes her pout like a six year old.
January 29, 2009
Stupid things to imagine
After Dick Armey’s comment on Hardball last night, I’ve been imagining him and Larry Craig in a bathroom stall together. Here’s the dialogue:
Craig: “I love my wife.”
Armey: “I’m glad you’re not my wife.”
Yeah… laughter ensues.
January 27, 2009
just randomness
I’ve spent a lot of time working on my thesis, and since I now have to wear a band-aid on one finger to keep the callus from blistering over, I have decided to create the verb “thesising.” I think it fits. Anything that scars should be a verb.
I have been telling my wife “I loves you,” and just a bit ago I realized that it is equivalent to referring to myself in the third person.
The new kitten is tearing up the house (except, I think it is more appropriately tearing down the house).
I have negative 86 dollars in my bank account and 5 cigarettes.
The kitten thinks the fireplace sprays water at her because we used the amos-inator (the water bottle we got to teach the dog boundaries) to keep her from climbing up the chimney today. The fire wasn’t on. (more…)
