Friday, October 17, 2008
Irish currency.
So, my one medieval theology professor likes John Scotus Eriugena a lot and mentioned the other day in a lecture that his picture used to appear on the Irish five-pound note:
Curious about this, I decided to write my old Irish roommate and the friend of my old Irish roommate to see if they remembered this shit and what they thought of it.
The friend of my old Irish roommate replied first:
haha, yes - don't think i still have any though. Only have one pound notes...
After that, my old Irish roommate replied:
Aye, I do remember it. Sure, twas only 7 ear ago I last saw un, begorrah.
Thx, [my old Irish roomate's name, complete with accent marking on the "o"]
I think I liked the second reply better.
Curious about this, I decided to write my old Irish roommate and the friend of my old Irish roommate to see if they remembered this shit and what they thought of it.
The friend of my old Irish roommate replied first:
haha, yes - don't think i still have any though. Only have one pound notes...
After that, my old Irish roommate replied:
Aye, I do remember it. Sure, twas only 7 ear ago I last saw un, begorrah.
Thx, [my old Irish roomate's name, complete with accent marking on the "o"]
I think I liked the second reply better.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Silverfish / Sex.
So like twice in the past two weeks I've noticed a silverfish just sitting on the wall near my stand-up IKEA floor-lamp with the chrome base and tasteful crepe paper that diffuses a soft light throughout the room, so I've whacked both of them with my sandal.
Last night after the debate, though, I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom when all of a sudden I look up near the shower and on the plaster above the shower there's a huge silverfish, so I climb up on the edge of the tub to whack it, and all of a sudden I notice another, slightly smaller one higher up on the wall beside the tub, so I had to whack that one too. I wonder if there's a ton of them in my bathroom; I had found one in the tub a couple times over the past few months, if I remember correctly.
The debate last night was fun. I watched it at my one German friend's house along with my one Dutch friend. My one German friend made lentil soup and a plum tart and a big pitcher of white Russians, and she had set out olives and different cheeses with a baguette, too. I brought over a vegetable salad of cucumber, tomato, and red onion, covered with oil and vinegar and salt and fresh ground pepper.
The debate was good, but my one German friend was frustrated since she kept looking online to show us some video excerpts from Larry Flynt's new "Nailin' Palin" video that a German newspaper had linked to online, but she couldn't find them. She said she particularly appreciated the threesome with Condoleeza Rice.
Anyhow, the conversation somehow turned to sex like it always does at some point or another if you hang out with her often enough... The last time we hung out, I had talked about how this one French grad student who we both know from everything I've gathered first met his boyfriend at a club and got sucked off in the alley, and they've been together like two years now.
"Oh," she was like, "The French are very reserved, but this must be how they do that. Paris has all those windy streets, you know."
What she was saying, though, was that this other German girl in her department was tired of effete academic men and started sleeping with her Turkish dance partner, but though she liked him since he was very masculine, it was a rocky relationship since he tried to be in control but she would always argue with him about politics.
Anyhow, one day they got into it about the Armenian genocide, and at the height of the argument she slapped him hard, then slapped him again while he looked on stunned, then she stormed out the door since the relationship for her was over.
Next thing you know, though, like two days later he calls up and apologized and said that he was shocked that she slapped him, and that it brought back all these old memories of how his father used to beat him, but, now the situation is different, and he was surprised, since he likes it.
So, they got back together and she beats him up now, but she's very dissatisfied because she has this really masculine man, but he turned out to be submissive, but it's not like she's getting sex anywhere else, so she's kind of locked into the relationship for right now.
The guy also runs a limo rental business and always picks her up in a different limo, which she's kind of embarrassed about. My one German friend is shocked not by that, but by the fact that they've been together a while and still haven't had sex in the limo yet.
Last night after the debate, though, I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom when all of a sudden I look up near the shower and on the plaster above the shower there's a huge silverfish, so I climb up on the edge of the tub to whack it, and all of a sudden I notice another, slightly smaller one higher up on the wall beside the tub, so I had to whack that one too. I wonder if there's a ton of them in my bathroom; I had found one in the tub a couple times over the past few months, if I remember correctly.
The debate last night was fun. I watched it at my one German friend's house along with my one Dutch friend. My one German friend made lentil soup and a plum tart and a big pitcher of white Russians, and she had set out olives and different cheeses with a baguette, too. I brought over a vegetable salad of cucumber, tomato, and red onion, covered with oil and vinegar and salt and fresh ground pepper.
The debate was good, but my one German friend was frustrated since she kept looking online to show us some video excerpts from Larry Flynt's new "Nailin' Palin" video that a German newspaper had linked to online, but she couldn't find them. She said she particularly appreciated the threesome with Condoleeza Rice.
Anyhow, the conversation somehow turned to sex like it always does at some point or another if you hang out with her often enough... The last time we hung out, I had talked about how this one French grad student who we both know from everything I've gathered first met his boyfriend at a club and got sucked off in the alley, and they've been together like two years now.
"Oh," she was like, "The French are very reserved, but this must be how they do that. Paris has all those windy streets, you know."
What she was saying, though, was that this other German girl in her department was tired of effete academic men and started sleeping with her Turkish dance partner, but though she liked him since he was very masculine, it was a rocky relationship since he tried to be in control but she would always argue with him about politics.
Anyhow, one day they got into it about the Armenian genocide, and at the height of the argument she slapped him hard, then slapped him again while he looked on stunned, then she stormed out the door since the relationship for her was over.
Next thing you know, though, like two days later he calls up and apologized and said that he was shocked that she slapped him, and that it brought back all these old memories of how his father used to beat him, but, now the situation is different, and he was surprised, since he likes it.
So, they got back together and she beats him up now, but she's very dissatisfied because she has this really masculine man, but he turned out to be submissive, but it's not like she's getting sex anywhere else, so she's kind of locked into the relationship for right now.
The guy also runs a limo rental business and always picks her up in a different limo, which she's kind of embarrassed about. My one German friend is shocked not by that, but by the fact that they've been together a while and still haven't had sex in the limo yet.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Psychoanalysis.
So, there's this one kind of smiley professor woman who advises the ministerial students, and she is always very upbeat and looks on the positive side of things, and yesterday when this guy was talking about Pentecostal churches in Africa, she chipped in that she was a psychotherapist, and she had this one Nigerian nun sent to her by her superior for personal issues, and she had the hardest time talking with her about herself because the nun kept being like, "Myself, what do you mean? I am a member of the church," and she wouldn't allow herself any identity outside of her official church identity, and her previous family identity, somewhat.
But, one day the nun came in and was like, "I had this dream," and she was all prepared to figure out what it meant for her. After that, the one smiley professor woman began to think that all the dreams and visions and spirits that many African Christians have in their daily lives is a way for them to talk about themselves as individuals in cultures that a lot of times don't allow for that.
But, one day the nun came in and was like, "I had this dream," and she was all prepared to figure out what it meant for her. After that, the one smiley professor woman began to think that all the dreams and visions and spirits that many African Christians have in their daily lives is a way for them to talk about themselves as individuals in cultures that a lot of times don't allow for that.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Like six things.
1) I ran into an undergrad I know last night. He said he's seen "Batman: The Dark Knight" like twice, and both times he's noticed different things. The first time he saw it he was on something, and he noticed that whenever the Joker was in a scene, the incidental music had a buzzsaw playing underneath it softly, to the point where the listener would be discomforted even though they wouldn't realize that it was there.
2) To show you how much Starbucks has changed our culture - this morning when I passed by a slightly older, on-the-fat-side black lady in a sweatshirt and jogging pants begging on a corner across the street from a Starbucks - she was on something; she looked spaced out and was rubbing her back against the street lamp post - she every once in a while would say to no one in particular, "Anybody got any money for a cappucino?"
3) I got my haircut today. Tennille and I were talking and she said that if Obama's kids had gotten pregnant like Bristol Palin, something would have been made of it in the media. She also said that the Palin family weirds her out, and that she can't believe Sarah Palin is carting that baby out everywhere so late at night.
4) As I found out like two weekends ago, my one neighbor who I go down to Indiana to volunteer with for Obama is in love with raw cut-up beets, which was news to me even though I already knew she was a vegan. So, when I was at the grocery store this past Saturday, I got an extra beet for her and cut it up and put it in a little sandwich baggie and left it by her door with a little index card note that said, "Good luck with the marathon on Sunday - I hope you 'beet' your best time!", since she had to skip volunteering since her and her dad were running the marathon and since her parents were in town because of that she couldn't find the time to slip away and go volunteer.
Anyhow, when I got back to my apartment last night, there was a plate full of vegan chocolate chip cookies sitting on my doormat with a thank-you note from my neighbor. I'm not a fan of chocolate-chip cookies, but they had oatmeal in them and some cinnamon, so they were almost like oatmeal raisin cookies (which I like) but with chocolate chips and no raisins, so they were tasty. I ate a lot, threw some in my lunch, and then took the rest in to Tennille and the Japanese owner and everyone at the salon, since I don't want them to go stale on me (I don't go through that many cookies).
5) This morning I mailed my ballot again, and again I'm amazed at how together black people are when it comes to voting... The one black lady who works at the post office -- there's two of them, this one was the fatter one and her name isn't Linda, that's the other one, the other one also tends to have purple nails a lot, I can't remember the name of the one I talked to today -- basically laid out the entire system for me of how every township rents out PO boxes that are opened up once right after the polls closed by a representative from the Republicans, one from the Democrats, and one independent, and they count votes together, and so I shouldn't do registered mail, since there's no person to sign for my vote when it comes in. "And," she was like, "They're not going to count it, they're not going to count it anyways," and then she gave me her opinion on the first-time-ever citywide early voting that's happening now, even though a line was forming behind me.
I said, too, that I just was worried about my ballot getting delivered and shouldn't I go ahead and do delivery confirmation, and she was like, "No, and we can't guarantee delivery, you'd have to do Priority Mail for that, but listen to me, I'm trying to tell you that it will get there and save you some money so you don't need to do anything special to this letter."
6) I was reading Catherine Albanese's "Nature Religion in America" today about Davey Crockett, who said this about himself once after saying he was a 'screamer' and a 'horse':
I can walk like an ox, swim like an eel, yell like an Indian, fight like a devil, and spount like an earthquake, make love like a mad bull, and swallow a n*gg*r whole without choking if you butter his head and pin his ears back.
He said this on the floor of the U.S. Congress in a speech, actually... He was a U.S. Congressperson from Tennessee at that time.
2) To show you how much Starbucks has changed our culture - this morning when I passed by a slightly older, on-the-fat-side black lady in a sweatshirt and jogging pants begging on a corner across the street from a Starbucks - she was on something; she looked spaced out and was rubbing her back against the street lamp post - she every once in a while would say to no one in particular, "Anybody got any money for a cappucino?"
3) I got my haircut today. Tennille and I were talking and she said that if Obama's kids had gotten pregnant like Bristol Palin, something would have been made of it in the media. She also said that the Palin family weirds her out, and that she can't believe Sarah Palin is carting that baby out everywhere so late at night.
4) As I found out like two weekends ago, my one neighbor who I go down to Indiana to volunteer with for Obama is in love with raw cut-up beets, which was news to me even though I already knew she was a vegan. So, when I was at the grocery store this past Saturday, I got an extra beet for her and cut it up and put it in a little sandwich baggie and left it by her door with a little index card note that said, "Good luck with the marathon on Sunday - I hope you 'beet' your best time!", since she had to skip volunteering since her and her dad were running the marathon and since her parents were in town because of that she couldn't find the time to slip away and go volunteer.
Anyhow, when I got back to my apartment last night, there was a plate full of vegan chocolate chip cookies sitting on my doormat with a thank-you note from my neighbor. I'm not a fan of chocolate-chip cookies, but they had oatmeal in them and some cinnamon, so they were almost like oatmeal raisin cookies (which I like) but with chocolate chips and no raisins, so they were tasty. I ate a lot, threw some in my lunch, and then took the rest in to Tennille and the Japanese owner and everyone at the salon, since I don't want them to go stale on me (I don't go through that many cookies).
5) This morning I mailed my ballot again, and again I'm amazed at how together black people are when it comes to voting... The one black lady who works at the post office -- there's two of them, this one was the fatter one and her name isn't Linda, that's the other one, the other one also tends to have purple nails a lot, I can't remember the name of the one I talked to today -- basically laid out the entire system for me of how every township rents out PO boxes that are opened up once right after the polls closed by a representative from the Republicans, one from the Democrats, and one independent, and they count votes together, and so I shouldn't do registered mail, since there's no person to sign for my vote when it comes in. "And," she was like, "They're not going to count it, they're not going to count it anyways," and then she gave me her opinion on the first-time-ever citywide early voting that's happening now, even though a line was forming behind me.
I said, too, that I just was worried about my ballot getting delivered and shouldn't I go ahead and do delivery confirmation, and she was like, "No, and we can't guarantee delivery, you'd have to do Priority Mail for that, but listen to me, I'm trying to tell you that it will get there and save you some money so you don't need to do anything special to this letter."
6) I was reading Catherine Albanese's "Nature Religion in America" today about Davey Crockett, who said this about himself once after saying he was a 'screamer' and a 'horse':
I can walk like an ox, swim like an eel, yell like an Indian, fight like a devil, and spount like an earthquake, make love like a mad bull, and swallow a n*gg*r whole without choking if you butter his head and pin his ears back.
He said this on the floor of the U.S. Congress in a speech, actually... He was a U.S. Congressperson from Tennessee at that time.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Store / Bus / Store.
So, when I was in this store on Saturday getting a tie to match some new shit I got -- everything this season is purple, so I'm getting shit while I can, since deep purple is my color, in moderation -- and I was having a hard time picking something out, so I accosted two well-built, well-dressed middle-aged women in tight stylish tops and shorter navy blue skirts and beige nylons and sensible shoes, with a slightly foreign look (them, not the shoes, the shoes were more international-looking), and they ended up being two German sisters who were both stewardesses on Lufthansa and though one was based in Dusseldorf and the other in Frankfurt, they had rendesvouzed for shopping, and happened to be shopping at the very store I was where and when I accosted them.
Anyhow, after like ten minutes of them showing me ties and I found a good one picked out by the sister from Dusseldorf, they then showed me some Ed Harley shirts that the first sister was picking out for this six-two German guy she seemed to have something going with (she just said "a good friend", and she gestured his height to me, since she only knew it in metres), and I helped them decide between three shirts, one with a spray-painted tiger head that looked like graffiti, a second with a skull and daggers on a black background, and a third with the torsoes of busty cartoon women with big flowers behind their ears above a heart thing and some slogan about L.A.
"I'd pick that one," I was like, gesturing to the last one, "It has the whole Mexican border whore thing going on," and that sealed the deal for them and they ended up getting it.
On the bus home, this two-hundred pound black lady in front of me on the bus was reading some romance novel called "Night Song" that had a black couple on the cover, clutching. I read over her shoulder a bit, and one character was named Delbert and another Clay, and they and some woman Cara was talking about something that had happened back in some small town in Mississippi that one of them came from that was just coming to light now.
Stopping in the small produce store that some stoner college grads just opened up in my building after this, some middle-aged well-dressed slim black lady in there was picking up a pomegranate and was like, "This here's my debate fruit," and the second time she repeated that to me and the stoner college grad cashier, I asked why, and she said she loves pomegranates but never has time to eat them, it takes so long to pick them apart, but an hour-a-half presidential debate makes her sit down with nothing else to do but eat a pomegranate, and it takes her just about all hour-and-a-half to eat it all, so she enjoys it while not being too distracted from the debate, so she's looking forward to this Wednesday, since it's the last presidential debate night and she'll have her debate fruit with her.
Anyhow, after like ten minutes of them showing me ties and I found a good one picked out by the sister from Dusseldorf, they then showed me some Ed Harley shirts that the first sister was picking out for this six-two German guy she seemed to have something going with (she just said "a good friend", and she gestured his height to me, since she only knew it in metres), and I helped them decide between three shirts, one with a spray-painted tiger head that looked like graffiti, a second with a skull and daggers on a black background, and a third with the torsoes of busty cartoon women with big flowers behind their ears above a heart thing and some slogan about L.A.
"I'd pick that one," I was like, gesturing to the last one, "It has the whole Mexican border whore thing going on," and that sealed the deal for them and they ended up getting it.
On the bus home, this two-hundred pound black lady in front of me on the bus was reading some romance novel called "Night Song" that had a black couple on the cover, clutching. I read over her shoulder a bit, and one character was named Delbert and another Clay, and they and some woman Cara was talking about something that had happened back in some small town in Mississippi that one of them came from that was just coming to light now.
Stopping in the small produce store that some stoner college grads just opened up in my building after this, some middle-aged well-dressed slim black lady in there was picking up a pomegranate and was like, "This here's my debate fruit," and the second time she repeated that to me and the stoner college grad cashier, I asked why, and she said she loves pomegranates but never has time to eat them, it takes so long to pick them apart, but an hour-a-half presidential debate makes her sit down with nothing else to do but eat a pomegranate, and it takes her just about all hour-and-a-half to eat it all, so she enjoys it while not being too distracted from the debate, so she's looking forward to this Wednesday, since it's the last presidential debate night and she'll have her debate fruit with her.
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