I'm spending way too much time finding skill level appropriate Latin and Greek texts for my students.
On the one hand, I justify this as saving work in the long run, and having texts on-hand in case any potential tutorees contact me out of the blue during a busy week and I don't have time to get texts together at the library before our meeting.
On the other hand, I wonder if it's dissertation procrastination.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Me and John Waters...
From "Role Models" (p. 275):
I'm a fascist about my work habits and I expect you to be too. Never have a spontaneous moment in your life again. If you're going to have a hangover, it should be scheduled on your calendar months in advance...
. . .
I'm a fascist about my work habits and I expect you to be too. Never have a spontaneous moment in your life again. If you're going to have a hangover, it should be scheduled on your calendar months in advance...
. . .
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Observations of Jesus: Straight male friends.
When I was out at a friend's 30th b-day party get-together the other weekend, I ran into Jesus and the Catalan at a bar, and we ended up talking for quite a while.
Jesus was saying that though he knows a lot of Americans, he doesn't have American friends. With women, sex gets in the way, and American men are incapable of friendship, he says.
"You can't talk with them about your problems," he was like, "Or call them up if you need a favor or someone to help you out."
(- which, reminded me of what my one friend with the cat said after she dated the Catalan; she said he was always talking about his emotions and the state of the relationship, and in that way he was kind of like a woman, although culturally it wasn't that way to him.)
"Look at them," he was like, sweeping his hand, "Those poor WASP fuckers. They cannot talk to each other. There is a reason everyone here is on Prozac. No one can depend on each other."
He also said that things were different from American gay men, from what he can see, because many can have such relationships with their (platonic) gay friends, or with women.
Jesus was saying that though he knows a lot of Americans, he doesn't have American friends. With women, sex gets in the way, and American men are incapable of friendship, he says.
"You can't talk with them about your problems," he was like, "Or call them up if you need a favor or someone to help you out."
(- which, reminded me of what my one friend with the cat said after she dated the Catalan; she said he was always talking about his emotions and the state of the relationship, and in that way he was kind of like a woman, although culturally it wasn't that way to him.)
"Look at them," he was like, sweeping his hand, "Those poor WASP fuckers. They cannot talk to each other. There is a reason everyone here is on Prozac. No one can depend on each other."
He also said that things were different from American gay men, from what he can see, because many can have such relationships with their (platonic) gay friends, or with women.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
..memories of a bar I like in retrospect...
From my never-ending bar crawl, from a while ago -
When I'm out with a friend, we pass by this foreboding jail-themed leather daddy bar, and I suggest we pop in.
The inside is painted black and dark red, and is full of hairy aging men with AIDS and dressed up in leather and police caps. But because the bar is trying to diversify its clientele, it's also full of sleek clean-shaven mid- to late-30s glossy white gay men in polo shirts, eating from the free bowls of off-brand Chex Mix on the bar, and drinking these $3 well drink specials made with horrendously cheap spirits.
And, the entire place smells like vomit, only everyone is acting like they don't notice.
I never want to go back, but I really like the place in retrospect.
When I'm out with a friend, we pass by this foreboding jail-themed leather daddy bar, and I suggest we pop in.
The inside is painted black and dark red, and is full of hairy aging men with AIDS and dressed up in leather and police caps. But because the bar is trying to diversify its clientele, it's also full of sleek clean-shaven mid- to late-30s glossy white gay men in polo shirts, eating from the free bowls of off-brand Chex Mix on the bar, and drinking these $3 well drink specials made with horrendously cheap spirits.
And, the entire place smells like vomit, only everyone is acting like they don't notice.
I never want to go back, but I really like the place in retrospect.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Living with Cash Flow.
2 tutorees pay me in cash, so it seems like I always have a $50 or $20 lying out on my coffee table to tuck in my wallet and use for groceries entertainment etc. I never go to the ATM anymore!!!
Monday, June 27, 2011
Memories of the Puerto Rican Festival.
1) Trash barrels overbrimming with styrofoam containers full of half-eaten pieces of pork and piles of rice and beans.
2) Everyone in red, white, and blue - and a lot of women in a red, white, or blue bra, with a red, white, or blue mesh shirt over the top of it.
3) Ordering plantains halved and then roasted with a piece of cheese in them.
4) Walking past a sidewalk cafe and a Puerto Rican woman calling me over to give me props for my "KISS ME, I'M PUERTO RICAN" t-shirt (with lips overlaid in the style of the Puerto Rican flag).
5) This short fat woman striding down the street in a "I'M A CRAZY PUERTO RICAN!" t-shirt.
6) Tons of police presence at parade time, but by 5pm very few police, and young guys hanging around in groups.
7) A U.S. Army enlistment entertainment booth where people were challenged to do pushups, and giving away free Army bags.
8) A booth with local Telemundo hosts signing autographs.
9) Kind of fat people walking around holding giant carved-out pineapples with pina coladas in them.
2) Everyone in red, white, and blue - and a lot of women in a red, white, or blue bra, with a red, white, or blue mesh shirt over the top of it.
3) Ordering plantains halved and then roasted with a piece of cheese in them.
4) Walking past a sidewalk cafe and a Puerto Rican woman calling me over to give me props for my "KISS ME, I'M PUERTO RICAN" t-shirt (with lips overlaid in the style of the Puerto Rican flag).
5) This short fat woman striding down the street in a "I'M A CRAZY PUERTO RICAN!" t-shirt.
6) Tons of police presence at parade time, but by 5pm very few police, and young guys hanging around in groups.
7) A U.S. Army enlistment entertainment booth where people were challenged to do pushups, and giving away free Army bags.
8) A booth with local Telemundo hosts signing autographs.
9) Kind of fat people walking around holding giant carved-out pineapples with pina coladas in them.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
I like tutoring.
I like my business tutoring Latin and Greek. It's good money, and though it always takes a bit to put lesson plans together, I learn the languages better from having to actively teach them, and I do enjoy the teaching. And I know that once I move students into reading texts, that I'll enjoy that even more! Having 3 students is great, 1-2 more and I'm golden - but now that I have 3 students (2.5 consistent ones), I can def. wait for the others to come...
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