Monthly Archives: November 2003

Hyper-ballad

Bjork

We live on a mountain

Right at the top

There’s a beautiful view

From the top of the mountain

Every morning I walk towards the edge

And throw little things off

Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery

Or whatever I find lying around

It’s become a habit

A way to start the day

I go through all this

Before you wake up

So I can feel happier

To be safe up here with you

I go through all this

Before you wake up

So I can feel happier

To be safe up here with you

It’s real early morning

No-one is awake

I’m back at my cliff

Still throwing things off

I listen to the sounds they make

On their way down

I follow with my eyes ’til they crash

Imagine what my body would sound like

Slamming against those rocks

When it lands

Will my eyes

Be closed or open?

I go through all this

Before you wake up

So I can feel happier

To be safe up here with you

I go through all this

Before you wake up

So I can feel happier

To be safe up here with you

Safe up (here with you) …

Last night was so much fun. While I didn’t have on the sexy stilletos Carrie wears, my boots worked fine enough. I did try on L’s super-high heels (ironically I typed “hells” just now), and toddled around her apartment for a few minutes. I would have not survived the night if I had worn ‘em.

We ended up going to the Spadina Freehouse. It’s a fun, lil happening place. For a while there, it didn’t even feel like Saskatoon. Of course, being the sexy grrrls we were, we had to fight off all the guys. We mostly sat around and sampled martinis and said revealing things about ourselves. A good night.

Today I plan on drinking water non-stop and maybe tackling some of these essays I’m supposed to have marked before the 14th.

EDIT: I’ve added some more pictures of our night to my fotopage.

For a little while tonight, I was able to sit by myself in the living room and just watch my Christmas tree.

No distracting television shows, no roommates, no noise besides the occasional car passing in the street below.

Yes, it’s not even December yet and I have a Christmas tree set up in the middle of my living room. I may have been a little over-eager to set it up, but now that it’s done I’m really thankful. It’s peaceful having it around, and even though it’s in the slow throes of dying, it’s still green enough to fool me into thinking that the entire world isn’t covered in white about now.

Not much going on in the real world. Tomorrow looks to be filled with marking papers and spending time with girlfriends. We’re going out on the town, Sex in the City style, sampling as many martinis as possible. Since we’ll be guyless, hopefully that will keep us warm!

Top 10 Dangers of Living in the Blog Space

1. You think everyone cares about your opinions: They don’t. They care about mine.

2. You stop having normal experiences: Every event you participate following your initial blog post will be constantly interrupted as you simultaneously live the adventure and write the corresponding blog post in your head.

3. You will care what other people think: Even if you really don’t. “Stats” will become an important part of your blogging life (also self-esteem),even though you detest math. You’ll be glad your web-stalker is gone but regret losing the hits. When stats go down, you will start padding your posts with words like “naked”, “nudity”, and “clown porn”.

4. You will become more news savvy: You’ll start reading several news sources to inspire more posts. Unfortunately, you will focus on items that are weird, quirky, or bizarre, thereby eliminating your ability to discuss these items with non-bloggers in real-life (ie around the water cooler) without coming off like the freak you really are.

5. You will feel the need to post: Even when you have nothing to say. Just in case other people are reading. Sarcasmo’s Corner, I’m a slave for you.

6. You stop hearing from non-blogging friends: You’re behind on their lives, but they feel like they haven’t missed a beat with you, because they “keep up with you through your blog.” Also, they are tired of talking to you because you constantly ask them “So, when are you going to get a blog?” (You laugh, but our local blog mafia has coerced four independent, strong-willed, intelligent, people into blogging (and we’re working on a 5th). All hail the power of peer pressure!)

7. Your work habits change: Why talk to those irritating, clueless, inane people in your office, when you can sneak a quick peek at your favorite blogs for clever quips, interesting insight, and comment-based conversations?

8. You will stop having normal conversations with family and friends: Real life conversations will go like this. “Oh, hey, I saw So-And-So in concert and the weirdest thing happened…” Friend, “Yeah, I know, I read about it on your blog.” Silence. Friend, “Did I tell you that I’m…” You, “Blog.” Friend, “Yeah.”

9, You expect your friends to be witty and clever. Always.: I am lucky to surrounded by bright, witty people with bright witty blogs. I don’t know how the rest of the world survives without these for distraction. I suppose they must come here.

10. You demand that your witty and clever friends be blogging. Constantly: Why aren’t you all busy shirking your jobs and entertaining me? I need INTELLECTUAL STIMULATION. Or, barring that, something really silly and inane to peruse. Seriously. I’m bored to tears, here people. For the love of Pete, POST SOMETHING. NOW.

(via Jordon)

“The world is not what I think, but what I live through. I am open to the world, I have no doubt that I am in communication with it, but I do not possess it; it is inexhaustible.”

– Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Perception

And now, a warm fuzzy moment of teaching –

Tonight I got the following email from a student I taught last year:

Hey Becky,

This is *** *****, I hope this e-mail account is still active. How are you? how did your term papers turn out? I was wondering if I could come and see you some time next week, perhaps on Monday or Wednesday after your English 110 class (you are still in Arts 201 1:30 to 2:30 aren’t you?), I wanted to ask you some questions about taking an English major. I can come see you tommorrow (Friday) to if that would be better. If you get this e-mail tonight please e-mail me back at ****, and let me know if I can come talk to you some time. See ya later.

Yet another convert to the wonderful world of the humanities. Maybe I can steer him to Rhetoric… hmmm. [insert Mr. Burns-like rubbing of the hands together here]

I’ll be home for Thanksgiving, if only in my dreams.