"Il y a moins d'inconvénients à être fou avec des fous, qu'à être sage tout seul." 
(It's less inconvenient to be crazy among the crazies, than to be wise all alone.)
Diderot, Supplément au Voyage de Bougainville, 335. 

Over the past 2 1/2 days, how many things have I checked off my to-do list? In rough chronological order:

1. Made spinach lasagna from Kobukan cookbook - YUM! First time making lasagna. Success!
2. Bought jasmine plant for living room. Jasmine plant! Not jade plant! Everyone seems to get this confused (not just you, mom!). Helped distract garden store ( Read more... )

Good night's sleep.
Fairly productive morning (relatively speaking).
A bit too much fun at Target... but it's well-deserved. I hadn't bought myself anything in ages.
Filled out hiring paperwork for summer job at Student Conservation Association.
Aikido. 
Pain (good pain).
Lots of food.
Sleep.
contented sigh.

One more class before official spring

Surrealism. The Muse. The gaze. The body. Disembodied eyes. Twins, doubles, and pets. Limbs detached and put onto the wrong place.

The Holocaust. Agamben. The unspeakable, and what happens if they speak.

Fever dreams. Houseguests, leading to high thermostats, leading to confluence of Agamben and heat resulting in dream in which a body in the basement ( Read more... )

Why is it that a cat who is smart enough to give me accusing looks when I switch off the laser pointer is not smart enough to communicate to me exactly why the bathtub is such an appealing place for a nap? 

I am taking a class right now entitled "Feminist and Queer Explorations in Troublemaking" which has the exciting prospect of a final -project- instead of a final -paper-. I am not being sarcastic! One less seminar paper to write is one more smile on my face. Many more smiles. Anyway.

So as my final project, I am going to be blogging about our ( Read more... )

There's been a thought crossing in and out of my mind recently. Maybe it's coming from this work-heavy academic life I've found myself in, but maybe it's more than that. Maybe it's a new life-stage sort of philosophy. (And maybe it's just wrong.)

Ever since I can remember, if I'm working on something I care about, I've measured my success by ( Read more... )

Scene: Sophie sitting on couch, reading.

Fluffy Black Cat: I have needs that are not being met.

As member of white bourgeois intellectual elite, Sophie continues reading.

Cat: Needs, I tell you, needs! Mew! Mew!

Because Cat has been denied a voice by the majority in power, cat finds her words fall on deaf ears.

Cat: This situation calls for more radical ( Read more... )

 ... are all very small and pleasant things ( Read more... )

I went to the MIA (Minneapolis Institute of Arts) with a friend yesterday. For those of you who don't know, this is a great museum, partially because it caters to my tastes - a good (but not overwhelming) number of paintings, an impressive collection of Asian art, and (my special favorite) a lot of reconstructed furnished rooms from different times ( Read more... )