September 15, 2003: In case you'd been wondering.

August 28, 2003: I have posted this essay on Dutch Babies. It's not super-edited yet; comments would be lovely.

Some big changes:

1. Regular (daily?) activity has been moved across the street to Diaryland. I know enough html to feel cool because my site is handcoded, but not enough to automate the archive process and make this particularly easy. And the point is the writing, isn't it?

2. The Diaryland site is called The Measure. You can go over there and read about the name. You can also, please please, update your own links should you have any to this site.

3. This site will remain, but will probably not be updated very often. I don’t know what it’ll be for. I’ll mention it over at The Measure if I put something new here.

August 23, 2003

I drank too much last night, which led to me laying in bed whining this morning when L got up for the yard sales. I ended up staying in bed. I still feel robbed of sleep and hydration.

It's a sleepy little internet these days. My brother and Isaac seem to have abandoned their sites. Bettina is on vacation. However, Brent's blog continues to get better and better, probably even without the supplementary drunken emails. Liz's blog is amazing, like a little inside eye on the publishing world.

And the internet diary thing that everyone says will happen has happened. Someone I wrote about on here has sent me a message: the girl I thought was doing the Bar Girlfriend Swoop. Turns out she wasn't; she was just tired, and was even concerned afterwards that I'd think she was doing the BGS. Ack. Wish my description of her hadn't sounded so cold and bitchy...really, I instantly liked her, even if I totally misinterpreted her actions. And I wish this weren't such a triple-reflecto-meta-medium: I talk here about talking about her here, knowing she'll read this, too...oh, it makes my head hurt. But I like it, too; I wondered why the site traffic rose above 30 visitors yesterday!

I HAVE to buy some server space. There's a banner ad on the archive index page for fucking Christian T-shirts. Payday is next Friday.

August 22, 2003

Wesley Willis died. And this guy I sort of know's dog died.* That all adds up to shitty.

But my students are pleasant and some of them might even rock, and I get to work with smart colleagues, and one day very soon the evil oppressive humidity and blecch swirling around this town will be vanquished by fall. I love fall.

*Evidence that the English possessive attaches to some gnarly-ass DPs, and hence of the quirks of the morpho-syntactic interface. There.

The direct method just seemed so crass

  Me (from bathroom): I guess there are some things even you shouldn't see.
  L: What do you mean?
  Me: Like, maybe you don't need to see what just came out of my ear on this Q-tip. Even though you're my boyfriend and all.
  L: (silence)
  Me: Don't you think?
  L: Hmmm. Yeah, you're probably right.

Damn!

August 19, 2003

It's archive day here at Clever Title (which still, by the way, needs a new name). I have been busy so far this week, running around making copies and making my syllabus for the semester, even though one of the two main books is not in yet, so I'm just guessing at its content and will have to insert page numbers later. Ack. I'm considering some kind of blog or journal requirement, this being a writing class, but I'm unsure how to set boundaries for it. I don't want any of my students reading this site, but I want them to understand the importance of online rhetoric and activity.

I promise I and this site will not become boring with the start of the school year. But today I am resigned to being boring. Go here or here and be entertained. Also, the new Onion should be up by now. And never say I didn't look after you.

On second thought, I have a new theme for my course: How To Piss Off the Right.