Friday, October 20, 2006

Yesterday was Thursday . . .

And a friend and I drove up to Stanford to hear Fran Dolan give a lecture on the discourse of marriage -- based upon Pre-Modern figures of "the rod" and "the breeches -- and the fiction of equality that is sustained only by the obscured presence of the servant or slave upon whom domestic violence is displaced. It was a really nice lecture, and she was so animated and funny that I didn't mind missing most of the ball game. I really need to go out and see more lectures outside my own areas of interest. Broaden your mind, kids. So important. (silence)

Anyway -- that ball game! what a fucking game! I was petrified the last half inning. But it all turned out okay. The Cardinals are moving on to the World Series. Don't fret about things that will end up turning out okay, kids. So important.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Monday, October 02, 2006

weekend update

I spent the weekend doing nothing much in particular.
I started it off with a yen to spend. So I bought an overpriced sweatshirt: great color, great cut makes it worth it in my book. And then I splurged at the Gap, despite my avowed disinterest in their products. Jeans, two shirts.
We ended the weekend with an afternoon flic: The Science of Sleep. It was what you'd expect, crafty and frenchy without the interference of a coherent plot. Or rather, the lack of plot acted somewhat interfering-ly on my total enjoyment. But we left the film with the satisfying post-film sensation, other wordly, out of sorts. It was cold and rainy all day -- which paralleled the cold, raininess of the Paris backdrop of the movie. Unfortunately we weren't really in Paris, but in fact in Santa Cruz. Disappointing.
But it does encourage me to start thinking ahead -- next stop, Paris. (I am an unabashed francophile: no. 1 on my own personal list of platforms.)
One more item on my money spent sheet: we bought some cds -- the first i've bought in what seems decades. a duo called "camera obscura" of post-belle and sebast. glory. i like it, but it doesn't fully satisfy. it's too cutesy to fully accomplish anything.