More blog writing

I'm on a blogging frenzy . . . I can't stop! I don't even have anything to say, but I just want to write about it.
We watched a documentary about the SLA and Patty Hearst last night. Which recounted events just as fucked up as those recounted in the Jonestown and the Weathermen documentaries. I know this probably won't be a popular comment, but I wish people were just a wee bit more radicalized these days; that there was an ounce or two of the insane fury of the 60s/70s weirdos. Except for the whole Jonestown thing, that was just straight-up scary as shit.

Go to Bed Happy and the Baby with a Camera Face

Don't worry about things before you fall asleep.
Two nights ago I was worried about getting fat and then I dreamed my clothes didn't fit and my face was pudgy. Last night I worried about how few opinions I feel I have to express (which is a kind of weird thing to worry about, actually) and then I dreamed . . . something related to that concern, though I don't remember the details.

Have you seen the one where the dog turns into a lady?

Rainy Days of January

During these rainy days, Dave and I have both successfully fought our cute little colds and have emerged this Sunday afternoon in relatively fine form. I have a knot of energy in the pit of my tummy that is urging physical activity, movement of any sort, but the picture outside my window convinces me otherwise -- as does the glass of wine beside me. Perhaps tomorrow I should get up off my ass and move somehow. I can't say in which direction or in what manner I'll be moving, but move I must.

We saw "There Will be Blood" on Friday evening. It was a captivating character study, but really heavy on the Day Lewis-is-a-genius front. His genius, which along with his "looks" I can't deny, pretty much slaps you in the face without submission. It was hard to figure out what else the movie wanted to say or do besides display genius. Although, I suppose one could argue the movie was "about" the search for blood (oil, family, religion -- but not female blood, I don't think.) Anyway, it was a good movie.

Menu for the Holiday Party

which will be on Saturday:

Meatballs, which is apparently a tradition in most people's eyes. So I'm givin' it to them.
Latkes, cause this party ain't christian-specific.
Bruschetta with anchovy tapenade.
Eggplant Sandwiches. Laura said she'd make those.
Fingerprint cookies.
Dips and Cheeses
Some sort of punch.

I'm kind of looking forward to the cooking part. I've never thrown a "catered" party before, so I don't really know what to expect.

"christina is" has many things on her mind

First off: I spend way too much time on facebook. It makes me feel pathetic.

I've been thinking about Hillary Clinton in the last several hours, and how newspapers (for example, the NY Times article I just read) will publish features that claim to probe into the minds of presidential candidates. "Why won't Hillary cry?" I suppose my malformed "reading" of this would be to point to the wide spectrum of actual presidents and the variety of their emotional/professional reactions to events in life that seem to have little to do with their masculinity (read: "neutral"). And suggest that Clinton does not seem to neatly fit into either the category of "presidential" nor "feminine" and how that seems to pose a big, emotionally-affective [and epistemological] crisis for some.

Next, I think I'd like to move to "upstate" (not that far up) New York.

And finally to add that I'm working on grading papers but thinking about my skills as a cookie-baker. I'm planning a holiday party on saturday and would like to make delicious foods. I feel pretty confident about my meatball and hors d'oeuvre skills, but I am not so good at the baking thing. Too many rules.

Well, that change of theme really shut me up.

I am sitting here, listening to a Fresh Air interview that I've already heard, thinking about all the websites I could possibly visit in order to avoid having to write this paper. This stomachache-inducing paper. Which I will have to present at a conference in Alabama next week. A thought that has me paralyzed. Although it will require me to buy a "conference outfit" and since I finally got paid yesterday, the idea of new clothes is the only thing keeping me okay with the world.

In the past couple of weeks, absolutely nothing has happened. Dave is getting closer to finishing his final project. We've started watching Deadwood on DVD. I saw Darjeeling Limited, which has some people scowling. But I kind of liked it. I didn't dress up for Halloween. I've made three different kinds of soup: a weird Tuscan tomato bread soup, lentil soup, and split pea. Soup-making is a lot of fun, but requires dicing a few too many onions. Think on that.

change of theme

there is way too much talk of babies and weddings on this blog. and relocation -- although, to be honest, that is always at the forefront of my casual musings: where shall i move to next?
but enough! let me talk about other things. starting . . . now?