Sunday, May 25, 2008


The following is a sample, and I'd call it a fairly representative one, of a single sentence from an article I have to read this week as homework for my film class.

"Endlessly interactive, his films can only be understood in terms of their adaptation of the generic conventions of the documentary to the tradition of black gay and lesbian self-representation of which they are a part."

Oh my god. It's like one of those Russian dolls, except with prepositions.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

CSI is wrong.

They just determined that their victim can't be older than 18 based on the fact that her wisdom teeth haven't started to come in yet, because, according to the show, "everybody has 'em" and they always start to come in at 18. I know multiple people whose wisdom teeth came in before 18. On the other hand, some people (like myself) do not have wisdom teeth; some people simply do not get them.

People are surprised when I tell them I don't like this show. Since I like SVU, they think I should like CSI. I don't understand this.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

rhyming and cannibalism in protest songs

So, I know it's cheating to rhyme a word with itself. That doesn't work. But what about rhyming a word with another word that is a derivative of the original word? The example I'm thinking of is in Barry McGuire's (well, P.F. Sloan's) "Eve of Destruction," in which there are a couple of lines in the third verse that go thus: "and marches alone can't bring integration, / when human respect is disintegratin'." Now, this example isn't an exact rhyme to begin with, the first word having the noun ending -tion and the second having the gerund ending -ing. It's just the way he sings it (leaving off the final 'g', for one thing) that makes it sound like a rhyme. But assuming one were to use this pair of words in a different context with the same ending—could one rhyme "integration" with "disintegration"? I feel like the answer would be no, but I honestly don't know.

On a completely different note, that bit near the end where he says, "Hate your next door neighbor / but don't forget to say grace,"—when I was little, I always heard "eat" instead of "hate." I didn't actually know it was "hate" until I looked up the lyrics online. Yeah, I was a weird kid. But I like my version better.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008


How the hell do you say the word "oeuvre"? I've read it a hundred times, but I've never heard anyone actually say it. The audio help on doesn't really help much; I need to hear it in context.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Do I have to explain what's wrong with this?

Seriously. I mean, apart from the disgusting appropriation of what was once an arguably decent song (and the completely non-sequitur G'n'R insert—wtf mate?), this is a performance on the Today show. At like, ten in the morning. Look at all those kids in the audience—and then you've got Fergie, groping herself onstage, practically humping the guitarist's leg, and crawling around panting. I—it—just, why?

Saturday, May 17, 2008


I went on a bike ride yesterday. According to Google Maps, I went about nine miles. It was lovely. Next time, perhaps I shall go ten.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

omg hicks!

Srsly kids, is there any reason to maintain hope for humanity?

On a slightly brighter note, at least John McCain apparently has realized that global warming is bad and has a plan for fighting it, albeit a decidedly stupid one.

inadvertent eavesdropping

I often wonder if the people who seem to be arguing every other night on the sidewalk outside Exec Tompkins (is it just one couple, or are there many? I don't know.) realize that I can hear everything they're saying. I mean, it makes it pretty easy when they yell, but I can hear when they're just talking, too. My window's right there. And it's not like I'm being creepy and trying to listen—the light's on, so if they thought about it, they'd have to realize there's probably someone in here. And yet I can hear them, even over the noise of my fan and the trains and my roommate's gentle snores.

I really wish they'd shut up.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

minor successes

I have little of interest to report; however, I must gloat a bit, because I got back both my midterms yesterday, and I got an 'A' on one and 100% on the other—w00t w00t!

I am tentatively hopeful for the rest of the term.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

entirely inappropriate

...and yet so amusing.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I porn-surfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious porn-site of "hot chicks galore",
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour,
"Tis not possible," I muttered, "give me back my free hardcore!"
Quoth the server, "404."