Slinking in the summer daze, half asleep, half away. K. Those of you who have expressed interest in getting TTE then mysteriously drifted loose, you know who you are, and so do I, and I even know where some of you live. If money’s a problem, let it be known that I also accept donations…
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I see the folks at Alxnet, the service that provides the site’s messageboard and guestbook, thought it’d be funny to make their once modest self-promotion plug a highly annoying floating banner. Damnation. This upsets me greatly. Maybe I’ll do something about it. Laterish. Here’s a little comic relief—yeah, I’ve a sick ‘n’ cynical sense of humor,…
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Hey. There’s not a whole lotta news with this update. Yeah. I’m fully immersed in end-of-semester stress—I have a final on a Saturday afternoon (whhhhhhyyyyyy!!!!) and need to finish (…and start…) a project by Thursday on literacy and gender construction; I’m gonna mutilate Barbies with what else?—the English language. Should be messy good fun, if…
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I had a helluva good music appreciation week. I saw Sasha and Digweed, VNV Nation, and Christopher Lawrence (this last one for free!). The highlight?—getting lost downtown and asking several very concerned individuals at Sex World for directions to the goth-industrial lair Ground Zero, where halfway through the song Fearless, Ronan Harris (VNV Nation) started…
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How ’bout this weather and my increasing fascination with humanity? awed by the jazz-blasting bus driver dressed to the nines and microfilm from ’62 when MLK Jr. was still alive and temperatures in the warm enough to ditch the flannel johns warm with the knowing that I’d wear my shorts were they not still show-dirty…
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I’d like to thank the individuals who have recently signed my guestbook, and I encourage everyone to take advantage of this opportunity to say hi and to confirm that the slowly climbing hit counter below is not the result of a stalker changing his or her IP address to boost my ego while surreptitiously plotting…
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Ka-BOOM. I’ve been driving my family insane and grossly neglecting academia. I have one day to read about 500 pages ranging from Dickens’ Hard Times to essays on “deep comic theory” and the hybrid identites of Pakistani Muslim women (um… those being separate topics). It’s weird—my hyper-stressed, übercathected person should be freaking out at this…