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The Crying of Lot 49

October 8th, 2006 (01:53 pm)

Things I may want to consider later:

--impossible names, meaningless names, names are too obvious, could mean something but they really don't (much the way Oedipa feels that there is a larger message but she can't quite understand)
--entropy and information theory (book is a closed system and more and more disordered as it goes on)
--the Sixties: social unrest, LSD, Cold War, JFK, civil rights (fragmented society)
--literary analysis (Wharfinger play)
--"Shall I project a world?" solipsism, relativist philosophies
--letters, mail, communication
--paranoia, detachment
--mental illness, schizophrenia
--anarchy and/or revolution
--"danger of excluded middles" (The Tristero either is or it isn't. Could it both be and not be? Other possibilities? It was and now it's not?)

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Update, Part II

July 12th, 2006 (11:52 pm)

So now my couch was purchase (and successfully picked up) by a "small production company in Detroit" because they need for filming on Friday.

I'm totally thinking porn.

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July 10th, 2006 (12:07 am)

Update: Stupid couch-buying redneck guy never showed! I guess our neighborhood was too unsafe.

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eBay

July 9th, 2006 (03:41 pm)

As has been the case with many internet-related things, I am late to the eBay party. However, I just want to say that once you realize that there's plenty of people out there who want to buy your dumb crap, you suddenly want to sell ALL your dumb crap, a piece at a time. I even found an awesome widget that shows me the current selling price of all my junk, so I can check it obsessively.

We're trying to sell our old couch, and some country bumpkin is supposed to come by today to look at it and perhaps take it away. He kept sending me these bizarre emails last night asking me things like the racial makeup of my neighborhood, so he could determine if it would be safe to bring his daughter. wtf, dude? I wanted to write back: "Please stop being an offensive asshole and just buy my damn couch."

Can anyone out there explain the importance of tags to me? One day, all the cool websites started having them, but I don't really understand what they're for.

I'm going to a fish fry tonight. My brother-in-law is cooking, though, so it will be better than most.

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Tremors

June 24th, 2006 (08:45 am)

I am operating on 2.5 hours sleep and an extremely large cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee, hence the aforementioned tremors. The p-sone doesn't help matters.

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The Travails of CCP

June 24th, 2006 (01:10 am)
tired

current mood: but not sleepy

So I unwittingly set myself up for a Hell Week of sorts. I scheduled an immersion class in business ethics to coincide with the next to last week of my summer statistics class. The immersion class meets for two consecutive weekends and the intervening Wednesday, 9 to 5 on all five days. My stats class meets on Tuesdays and Thursdays and can go as late as 9:45 PM. And it often does, due to the overwhelming doltishness of my classmates. And, of course, I work full-time for The Man.

The first weekend of class was good. My professor is a charming, albeit Republican, retired attorney. He's fond of muttering to himself in German during his lectures and telling us bizarre personal facts. But he's also mildly insane, since he has assigned 6 short papers to be written in the course of a week, along with two in-class exams, and a partridge in a pear tree. I somehow managed to meet all the deadlines for the first half of the class. On Wednesday, I was sitting in class, trying to figure out how I was going to meet the second batch of deadlines, when I started to feel...itchy.

I didn't really think anything of it, and I went home. After dinner, though, I kept asking Todd if I was turning red because I felt so hot. And then I was itchy some more. And then I realized I was breaking out into hives all over my body. I asked Todd to go to the store and buy me some Benadryl, but it didn't really work very well. I went to bed, and the next morning, the hives were still there in full force. So I called off work (and, by the way, I had this really Spartan opinion that I should try not to take any time off work during this whole Hell Week, beyond what was necessary for physically attending the class [i.e., the one Wednesday]) and called my doctor's office. Of course, my doctor was off having a baby, so I asked for Todd's doctor, who was all booked up. They promised to call me back with a time when he could squeeze me in. In the interim, my eyelids started to swell up, which, let me tell you, is just plain freaky.

So the doctor was able to take me yesterday afternoon. He basically came in, looked at my eyelids and other spots, said I was going to get a shot (of what? I don't know) and that I would get some pills (of what? I only found out when I picked them up at a pharmacy). The whole episode could be stress-induced (stop that, body!) or an allergic reaction to a medication I recently started. So I remained swollen-feeling for the rest of the day and sill had to go to statistics because it was the last class before the exam. And today I stayed home again and started prednisone, which has to be the most unfun drug I've ever taken. I can't sleep, my legs hurt, and it's almost 2 AM. And I have to get up in 4.5 to 5 hours to go to my class. Two days in a row. And then work and on and on...

Sigh.

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May 23rd, 2006 (05:34 pm)

Better today. Thanks for the nice comments, everybody!

I'm going to have some snacks and try to read a chapter of Oh the Clory of It All before my class starts. I want more of the meat of this book and not so much name-dropping.

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Two-Six

May 22nd, 2006 (10:30 pm)
blah

current mood: blah

Not a great birthday. I was just in a shitty mood all day and couldn't shake it. I don't have any real duties at work either, so I had nothing to do all day except dwell on it. I ate leftovers for dinner, which is just plain depressing on your birthday. Then I read a magazine I don't even like that much and did homework. I guess one consolation is that I've had worse. All my past and present selves can commiserate. (Although, I must say, this sounds suspiciously similar to one or more birthdays I had in my adolescence--I'm regressing!)

I am, however, very pleased with my birthday surprise from Todd of a garbage disposal. No longer will I have to pick things like soggy cereal pieces out of my sink drain! Who knew I could ever be so pleased with the installation of a home appliance?

This day is almost over, and I am glad for that, too.

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May 12th, 2006 (11:09 pm)

Why, oh why, am I still up? I need to take a shower and go to bed. We're getting picked up before 5 AM to go the airport. We're going to VA for the weekend. It sounded like good idea at the time, but right now, I'm all jittery and none too sure of anything. It'll be fun to see my dad, and apparently, we've been signed up for poker night, which should be interesting...sitting in a smoky garage till all hours with all sorts of good ol' country folk. And all my dad wants to talk about is this kooky investment scheme he learned about on AM radio; it's like he's selling Amway. Here's hoping this weekend is as relaxing as spending the weekend fulfilling all your parents' secret hopes and dreams can be. All right, bedtime.

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Turkey versus Eagle, MacCauley is my beagle!

April 9th, 2006 (11:05 pm)
happy

current mood: happy

This weekend, I:
--fetched some music I failed to copy from the old desktop
--got all my songs on my iBook
--ripped about 30 or 40 CDs I had borrowed and some new stuff I bought
--updated my iPod and my new nano (it's so tiny!)
--shelled out about $60 for new ink cartridges so I could print out our 2005 tax returns (note that this required color ink cartridges, even though my tax return is clearly a black and white affair because my printer is a sucky piece of crap--and this kind of thing is precisely the reason why I haven't used it since August)
--reinstalled Windows on the old desktop (this took an insanely long time, mostly because Windows Update seems to take about 5 or 6 passes to truly get all the updates)
--came to the conclusion that I vastly prefer my Mac

So all of this computing left very little time for anything else, but that's okay because Todd got the Guitar Hero game (the one that comes with a miniature guitar for a controller) for the PS2 and he's been hogging the tv ever since.

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