ultrasound offices

i went to get a bunch of ultrasounds today (lots more yummy cysts – oh what fun! they still don’t know what is wrong…) so i’m sitting in the waiting room, with my cold and my bloated wisdom teeth removed face, looking like that’s the last place i want to be, surrounded by cherub-like pregnant women in khakis, exuberant about the idea that they will get to see their babies. and of course they’re glaring at me so all i want to scream is “don’t worry – i’m not pregnant and probably never will be” as i glare back.

ultrasound rooms are odd because everyone has this expectation about why you are there and they make all of these judgments if they think you are unfit to be there for that purpose. hrmfpt. next time i must wear my leather jacket or adorn a sign “my unborn will beat up your unborn”

the pu**y monologues

you know something has reached mainstream when various publications can poke fun of it without referencing it directly… as time goes on, i see more and more stuff related to the vagina monologues and that just makes me happy. so, today’s version was a nerve commentary on the pu**y monologues.

in other vagina news, i got the most fabulous email from a transwoman who wrote to say how amazing it was for her to be in TVM because it was her first experience at female bonding, and really understanding who she was. her note sooo brought me to tears. yesterday was her surgery so i keep hoping that all went well.

in related-parts news, i just read a great little poem in response to John Ashcroft’s decision to purchase $8,000 drapes to cover the bare-breasted statue behind his podium in the hall of justice.

groaning…

getting one’s wisdom teeth removed takes a lot more than i would have thought. sadly, i continue to be completely delerious. perkaset included, i’ve been very ill, nautious and dizzy. it’s a terrible terrible feeling. plus i look like a chipmunk, can’t think or see straight and am otherwise dreading the days. at least i’ve seen 1/2 of 4 mostly-terrible movies….. original sin (mm… angelina), live nude girls, virtual sexuality, waiting for guffman– and 1/2 of one really good one – american beauty (’cause dan had never seen it and bless him, he came and dealt with my drugged self)

hoping to recover soon… don’t like this one bit.

a personality test for my procrastination

:: how jedi are you? ::

you know you’re at the wrong institution when…

but it’s MIT! why aren’t you proud?

time and time again, i’m reminded that people think the world of the ridiculous institution at which i am currently residing. no one seems to get why i refuse to attend graduation or why i’m embarrassed by our stupidity and our cultural imperialism.

more and more, i realize how much my undergraduate institution was just outright me.

dynamic fabric

aside from my initial wearables and geeky reaction, i have to admit that i would not be so very surprised to see dynamically colored optical fabric as a up-and-coming raver fashion. and i’m quite curious how related this type of stuff is to rehmi and maggie’s work

random money

as we’ve mentioned before, i’m addicted to surveys. outright addicted. but even with said addiction, i get overjoyed when every month or so, i get a check from one of the survey companies because i’ve sold my opinion to them to fulfill my survey addiction and get a few dollars. anyhow, everyone who hears about my addictions asks where they can sign up… so now i have a link (that also makes me a teensy bit of money if you sign up). enjoy!

endometriosis

::gulp:: well, it seems as though i might have endometriosis. i can’t really think about that right now (damn bloody law paper is very overdue) but it would make a lot of the really annoying pain, crampiness, problems with painful arousal make a lot more sense. the question is where to go from here. i think that first, i need to graduate. then i need to get myself to a calmer state fast. then think.

flirting

Flirting is most definitely one of my favorite pasttimes, and now there’s a guide to it. I long for the friends that i can flirt with, with no expectation or assumptions. I miss the games that we would play, teasing one another until it hurt. It’s actually one of the reasons that i adore my gayboy friends – flirtation without assumption. Mmm… summer flirtation.

But flirtation is like all social interaction – it’s a learned ability and not everyone gets it… likewise, not everyone gets the nuanced styles of flirtation, when they are meant to be fun and when they are meant to be serious. I wish more people could read between the lines, but then again, that’s something we Americans don’t do so very well…

job offer

ooh oooh ooh ooh. so i am going to work for V-Day in the fall!! 20 hours a week for what amounts to a barely livable full-time salary!! i think my title will be “online organizer” or something to that effect… basically doing what i did this year and then some… this means that i will be able to get by, travel some, see my family and friends. yippeee!!!

danah boyd | apophenia

making connections where none previously existed