It is very late, though not in Bordeaux

In Bordeaux it is a decent hour.

Tonight, to reward myself for surviving what I like to call horrible midterm innermost circle of hell, I took a bath. But then I noticed something in a clear shampoo bottle. A fly. And then I noticed more flies in the bottom of the bottle. I felt I was playing the Almighty role for a bit, creating life from shampoo....no more "animal" testing, we're on insects now! But then I remembered the times like after that punk hurricane Frances effed up the power, and the windows were open, there were fruit flies everywhere, and icky sticky things, and I was grossed out. Bummer, I liked that shampoo.
Today these things occured:

I finally met with my English teacher to discuss an essay contest in the Spring. We palyed Jew Geography when she recommended some feminist criticism and the author was The Beacon's old editor's mother. But we also discussed the new author we've been reading for the Victorian lit class. Amy Levy; very Victorian Sylvia Plath, no discrete evidence of her being a lesbian, she was a very prolific young lady who decided to stick her head in the gas stove two months before turning 28. Plus, Jewish Mothers. Oscar Wilde liked her a bunch (I suppose that says something about Pride week over the last couple centuries.) But I digress. It was an intellectual day.

I was thinking about a friend I missed today at work, talking aloud that "Bart Simpson" should come to Gainesville. And then I changed at work, and when I went back to put my stuff away, there Bart stood. Clairvoyance is the chit. We hung out, and then he locked his keys in his car. Not so much fun, because then it rained. But he got a free slice of pizza out of it.

The weather has shifted in G-Vegas. Instead of it being all nice and chilly cloudy in the morning, it is now bright blue skies that are overcast, and warm and it's hot until 3 am. Ug. Still, it's pleasant to see.

What else? Oh Halloween is coming up. I had been thinking of mermaid, but I moved away from that a bit.

I haven't received my absentee ballot yet. This is bad. I have to get on that one with a quickness.

See. this is why I don't post. Do you see how not hip my life is?

Gainesville. Please be cool again.

Tonight, after bathing, I decided this is perhaps one reason why I so desparately want to go to France.
But than again, it is three ay em, so I'm totally dreaming.

'Night y'all.

Whims

Ok. In honor of Superman dying:

What's the opposite of Christopher Reeve?




Christopher Walken.





also, new favorite website:

www.jibjab.com

I like "This Land" the best.

And don't forget to remember to vote.

F-yoo-Shaa.

I have fuchsia in my hair.

Seriously. Fuchsia.

Don't ask me why.


On being asked, whence is the flower.
... Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for Being....

(Emerson, The Rhodora)

You know, I wish they would bottle the conditioner that comes in the dye box. That stuff is super.

Just another dull day in Gainesville...Carry on.