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2005-11-26 - 1:17 p.m. I had made this commitment to myself to update this blog at least once every week. So much for that shit. I have this annoying habit of starting an entry and not finishing it -- worrying about adding links, waiting until I take enough photos, whatever. And it's made all the worse this time by how much I hate my last entry. So here's something new for a change, kiddies. SO! News news news. Pleased as MothaFuckin Punch I am an Officially Published Poet. I want to count my friends zines, in which case I was published a while ago, so let me rephrase: I've now been officially published by a Reputable Literary Journal! Ha! "Coffee With Foucault" and "Winter Salad" will be appearing in the Winter 2006 edition of Other Voices Magazine, and I can get extra copies for only five bucks (Cdn!), so lemme know if you want one. And I finally finished reading Volume 2 of Foucault's History of Sexuality. One more volume, then I can move onto Discipline and Punish. Why does this excite me so? In other arenas, Levi has been officially crowned (?) Muay Thai/Kickboxing Champion again. Fucking took him long enough. Three years with no reason to brag about one of my best friends -- good thing he's back up there. And my Favourite Gay Boyfriend has given his notice for the end of March at his law firm. Which means that India is anxiously awaiting his arrival.
Coolest fucking radio stations ever.
There's a party in my mailbox... I got home last night from my Statistics class to find gracious outpourings of beauty and generosity awaiting me in my mailbox. The funniest part is that I know there is still more on its way, and I'm already humbled and amazed with what I've received. My camera is acting up, so for the moment you'll have to deal with just descriptions: Wonderful M'issa sent me TWO (notonebuttwo) awesome b.day cards, two booksMemories of my Melancholy Whores and The Roots of Desire,* and a gorgeous red shirt from everyone's favourite clothing store nokomis. *both of which I've already finished My fabulous roommate (aka Luka's Person), who is away for a librarian's conference this weekend, left me a card in the mailbox promising a package from Amazon.* *which turned out to be Stitch N Bitch Nation! And beautiful C-light phoned a little shop we'd been to in Castro district SF and had them deliver a sterling silver pendant -- it's a flower-stylized vulva with a tiny little pearl for the clitoris. I've already made the necklace to wear it on and it's coming out with me tonight to LunaFest. He's got more stuff on its way in the mail, including two pictures from Burning Man that I've been really longing to see again... * The pictures still aren't in the mail *giggle* *poke*, but he sent me a copy of Shoreline's new zine, some wicked articles cut out of the paper, and a copy of of this ridiculously useful and awesome book and was already taunting me with my xmas present last night. Fuck, I love surprises. And him. I promise, pictures of EVERYTHING once my silly camera decides it wants to make sense again. * *this, of course, will never happen. But thanks for keeping up the facade with me. Suvi has promised a maybe-trip down to Fresno to visit tomorrow, although CR is reluctant and I can understand why (Fresno = Ghetto compared to Palo Alto!), but she phoned to say Happy Early Birthday, which made me giggle. An interesting little quote from some school readings: "It is clear that even if children with different attachment histories have the same objective experiences, they may experience them quite differently. In effect, children who are primed to experience pain and displeasure as a result of their rearing, and who selectively remember experiences that are negative relative to those that are more positive, would be likely to behave in ways that are consistent with such expectations. The reverse would be true of children whose experiences prime them to selectively remember experiences that are positive." Okay, so that's what you were all missing. I had a wicked lovely Thanksgiving break in Oakland and SF, saw Suvi and a few fellow HeeBees and hung out in the park with Ponyboy. Last weekend was also the first of 3 training weekends for the Compassionate Listening Project's Advanced Training. The weekend was incredibly difficult, for a zillion reasons that I won't get into. And now I'm stuck with homework all weekend -- a Crim paper that's a week late and a couple other assignments. And obviously I'm hard at work on them, which is why I was able to bring you this update! love, --mopheaded is feeding almonds to small animals
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