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Hi folks.  Yes, I know I've been gone for a while.  Some of you have seen a couple of filtered posts, but a lot of you haven't heard from me since late September.  So... sorry.  I'll do my best to catch you up.

A lot of the reason I've been so reclusive is that I've been seeing somebody new.  His name's Jarod; he's a lighting designer in the Theatre department.  Elisa introduced us.  I've been enjoying myself immensely, often weirdly smiley for no particular reason, that sort of thing.  More on him as things develop, I'm sure.  We went to see this completely awesome play on Wednesday night.  It was the preview performance of the world premiere of Young Jean Lee's newest play, "The Shipment."  In the talkback afterward, she told us that she decides her next project based on the play that she would least like to write, and an African-American identity play seemed totally impossible and crazy for a Korean-American playwright.  So she wrote it.  And it's stunning.  You've still got a chance to see it; there are nightly performances through Sunday.  Tickets, here, are 10$-16$, and are totally worth it.

In other news, teaching is going well.  I'm enjoying my poetry workshop students, and I'm hoping that they're enjoying being in the class.  There are some really amazing poems coming up in there, and I'm honored to be able to work with all of them.  It's... well, it's nice to know I enjoy it.  I was worried that I wouldn't, and then I'd just be totally at sea.  I mean, I've been positing this idea of being a poetry teacher for a long time, of working with other poets to advance their skills and mine, and... what if I had hated it?  THEN where would I be?  So thank Christ for that.

Went to Florida for Kelly & Dan's wedding, stayed with Amanda's parents.  It was great fun; very relaxing.  Amanda's mom should be pleased to know that we were treated very hospitably :)  And I was so happy to be there for K & D.  And, you know, to hang around in the beautiful sunshine of Florida.  Woot.

Anyway.  Uh... fall is good.  I'm looking forward to the colder weather.  And hopefully the winter chill will force me to hunker down and write.  Must move fingers to keep them warm, and all that :) 


Jun. 26th, 2008 12:30 am
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What's up, midnight twister warning!  Annoying.  And Phoebs clawed the shit out of my shoulder while I was wrestling with her.  Rapture

Of course... there may not have even been any vortical action.  I mean, not that I'm quibbling -- it was a BITCH of a storm cell -- but it's sort of amusing.
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I also like that the low tonight is the same as the high tomorrow.  Good times.
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Look!  It is salvation!  It is the land of milk, honey, and 70-degree highs!

Apr 22: High of 72, partly cloudy

Of course, by the time next Sunday rolls around the forecast will have been changed to something less exciting (like "High of 72... and T-showers"), but still.  72.  Rock on.
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Hello people.  I'm sure Christy will be posting about this soon, but she's got her plate full at the moment, so I'll go ahead and get this out there:

There will not be a Renaissance Faire in Bloomington this weekend.  As Christy said in an email to performers, 'rain or shine' was never meant to encompass 40 degrees with a chance of snow.  The faire will hopefully be pushed back to the last Saturday of this month, April 28, although that still has to be ironed out.  More information to come as, you know, it exists.
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Seriously?  I just can't seem to update.  It doesn't help that my laptop and the wireless at the Cup O' Joe right across the friggin' street don't get along; I do a lot of updating from coffee shops.  So in lieu of a real entry, here's an email I just wrote to one of the Frenchies back in BR.  Let it serve as a very brief State of the Mike.


OSU and I are settling in with each other well. The creative writing program is full of really great, sociable people,all very friendly and supportive (in terms of writing and all that), so that's been good.  The parties were coming fast and furious right at the first, so it was sort of high-octane socialization by fire :)  Also getting back in touch with people I know up here, which is great.  I miss all of y'all down there, but I've also missed these people up here for two years now; friends are family.  Add that to the fact that I've got a nice boy (well, not too nice, heh), and I'm in a pretty good place.  Faut que jtrouve qqun qujpeux parler frcs avec, pourtant, parce que la langue me mord les méninges.

Oh, the weather.  The highs have only gone up to the low 80s once since I've been here, and we've been hovering mostly in the low to mid 60s for the past week or so.  This morning I was rushing off to campus before the sun was even up, and my hands were getting a little stiff from the cold.  So exciting!  Plus the grocery stores have not only Leinie's (which, by the way: OMG THE BERRY WEIS IS LIKE DELICIOUS ALCOHOLIC CANDY), they also commonly have some sort of Abita, which is fantastic.  Strangely, the Amber... I haven't found it yet.

I totally feel you on the early morning stuff.  Through a series of logical and yet slightly regrettable turns of fate, I have class at 9:30 MTWR.  Not so bad at your 7:40 teaching schedule, but still quite a shock compared to "I'm in the French Department, we don't have grad classes before, like, 3pm."  And this morning I had to be on campus at 7:30 to lead a discussion section with some freshmen about the Common Book they read.  Enjoyable, but I overslept and had only 50 minutes to dress, bathe, catch the bus, etc.  Arg.

Hope your nap was good.  I'm off to bed soon... getting near midnight, thus getting near my bedtime (*rolls eyes*).  Say hi to everybody for me!

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Ye gods.  I am so out-of-date in the updating.  It's unforgivable, it really is.  So I guess you'll be getting random bullet points, because I know if I tried to do a full-fleshed narrative I'd be here 'til next week.  So in the order they first crop up in my brain:
List! )

And that about does it.
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I feel terribly weird.  I don't truck with apocalyptic yahoos who go around babbling about the end times, not at all.  And yet, ever since  late August I've had this odd thought process constantly running in the back of my head.  Katrina devastated NOLA, Rita hit parts of Texas that have never in recorded history experienced hurricane winds (including my hometown), incredible earthquakes in the Kashmir, the Kentucky tornadoes, and now the Iowa tornadoes. 

I know for a fact that this is mostly a matter of perspective.  No matter how big they were, I know that I feel especially close to Katrina and Rita because of where I'm living and where I've lived.  The Ky and Iowa tornadoes are really run of the mill tornado season with better aim than usual (and pinpointed aim on my friends); just ask Xenia, Ohio, which can't seem to stop getting flattened season after season.  The Kashmir thing... well, ok, that was pretty major, but disasters happen all the time, and not just in the past months. 

And yet, I can't stop thinking about it.  I can't find it in a news report, and I forgot to ask Kate, so I don't know when the tornadoes hit Iacty last night, but it strikes me as quite possible that it was as we were singing Aquinas' beautiful hymn Pange lingua while the present Body of Christ was processed through the church, or as I was kneeling in the chapel for Adoration of the same Body...  Then today I started crying a little while Molly was singing "The Old Rugged Cross" and the littlest altar server gave his candle to the girl next to him so he could take his turn to kneel and kiss the cross for Veneration, because I felt a wrenching sense of loss...

I know it's me.  I know this is hindsight reconstructing the events of the past to meet a certain expectation.  I know the loss has nothing to do with an event I didn't even know about until after mass, and everything to do with my own personal hangups and issues.  I hope that if the end days were coming we could at least muster up something better than annual weather systems, however destructive. 

I still want to curl up in a little ball and cry with my cat.


Note to self )
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It is an absolutely gorgeous day today.  The sky is completely clear and blue, the sun shines strong and bright, and the temperature is coming slightly down now from its mid-afternoon high of around 75.  I decided to take my lunch outside (leftover green onion soup, French bread, and fresh-brewed Assam iced tea), and on the basis of that experience decided to completely disregard my plans to get some hard-core work done on the thesis in the early afternoon.  It's a Friday, it's beautiful out, the jasmine is starting to bloom on the trellis, and I checked out Jeffrey Steingarten's It Must Have Been Something I Ate from the library yesterday.

Instead on working on translations, I sat in the sun and read the Steingarten.  Since it was so pleasantly hot, I changed into my lounging shorts (light nylon ones) and took off my shirt to bask.  Yes, like a lizard.  It's really quite strange, I don't think of myself as a sunbather, yet I do it more and more.  As I was doing an extensive clean of the kitchen earlier, I got to thinking about that.  I always thought of sunbathing as a rather vain activity, but I don't think of myself as a vain person; how to draw the distinction and form a rationale that prevents my brain from hemorrhaging?

I came up with a two-pronged attack.  First, I enjoy the sensation of the sun on my bare skin.  I was lucky enough to be born with pretty dark skin for a white guy, so sunburns are only an issue for me in extreme situations (river rafting for multiple days, high altitudes, etc).  Therefore I feel quite free to indulge in a hearty bath of radiation.  Furthermore, it's a question of self-image.  I see myself as a deeply tanned person.  I've actually been relatively pale for the last few years (about 2000 on, intrinsically linked to no longer directly supervising children in swimming pools every day for six to eight weeks in the summer), but when I was growing up I was dark in the summer.  DARK.  People occasionally thought I was Mexican, which is strange, since my facial features don't really reflect that, but I can't account for other people's inability to discern ethnic heritage.  So now, with my current paleness (relatively speaking), I've got a bit of a disjunct between my internal and external appearances, and it gets to me.  It's one of the reasons I cut off my long hair: my mental self-image has short hair.  I feel more comfortable in my skin when I get darker, hence closer to what I think I should look like.

Of course, I'm not going to be so obtuse as to completely deny the social conditioning factors inherent here.  As a culture, we like tanned people.  We constantly celebrate the hue of sundrenched bodies.  We think it gives people a healthy glow (although skin cancer specialists rightly hold a differing opinion).  And frankly, I'm willing to buy into the hype.  Cause you know what?  Even after just today, I feel hot.
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Teehee.  Often it's meteorological in nature, the thing that makes me laugh.  The news is on in the background, and the weather guy comes on.  I glance over at the TV where there's a full-screen graphic saying tonight's low temp forecast.  27°, it says, and clear skies.  Below that it says "Bitterly cold..."

Heh, 27 degrees equals bitterly cold.  I mean, yes, we're below the freeze mark there, so it's definitely cold, but if 27 is *bitterly* cold I give up.


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