:: Monday, March 15, 2004 ::

Here I sit researching Robert Mapplethorpe in Main library and realizing, yet again, how much more productive I can be when I study away from home. I'm also wondering how it took me three fucking years of University to realize the amazing wonderfulness of free student desktop computer access complete with a mildly distracting internect connection and conveniently without MSN.

Here's a sample of my essay's subject matter:

"Man in Polyester Suit [...] shows the torso of a man wearing a three-piece suit. When the photograph is displayed on a wall at the customary height, the penis extends from the open fly at eye level. The presentation mode is that of a clothing advertisement, which makes the appearance of the penis even more unsettling. The photograph catches the viewer in a binary pull: The action cannot be perceived unless the eye constantly darts in opposite directions as in a tennis match, or, in this instance, between the mundane polyester suit and what outrageously protrudes from its trousers. Lurking within the conception of such photographs is a cunning and urbane humorist, always ready to surprise and outwit the viewer."

I would like to note that this essay marks the third time in the past four months that I have been required to write about penises/"fellatio" in an academic manner. I would also like to note how amusing I find this. Go go gadget immaturity.

Today I'm...

Feeling: Kinda blah. I had an amazing amazing run at the gym yesterday but now I'm tired and achy. I'm proud of myself for starting this paper already, but I'm still a little bit frightened by the amount of work I have to do in the next three days. Otherwise my mood seems to be turning with the weather, cloudy with a chance of showers. On the positive side, the boy sitting at the computer across from me keeps checking me out. Hehe... how distracting.

Reading: Naked by David Sedaris. If any of you haven't yet read anything by David Sedaris, you might as well go shoot yourself. Or, you know... read something. Me Talk Pretty One Day is by far one of the funniest things I've ever read. This one is shaping up nicely - I tried to suppress my laughter in the Arts 200 lounge this afternoon with little success, garnering quite a number of weird looks.

Wishing: For summertime, for the erasure of debts, for a decent job in May, for the comfort of old friends, for a warm body, for a little more common sense.

Loving: Pretty much everyone/thing, regardless.


~song~ the clackity-clack of about thirty IBM keyboards, and the occasional midi-ringtone of "we are family" (why, oh God, why?)

:: Katy 4:39 p.m. [+] :: ::