I am writing a paper on Mead, Fanon, and Simone De Beauvoire. No one should take a class that deals with them. Fanon makes such assumptions as "the black man symbolizes the penis" and that "by fearing rape of the black man, the white woman demonstrates her sexual desire of the black man"...

such crap.

For me, livejournal is the third tier of procrastination..it comes after email and facebook ( Read more... )

eating toast with butter and sugar, english breakfast tea with sugar and cream,
I always feel skinnier in the morning
wearing long t-shirts
arms gangling out between
beige sleaves

the ring bells and i shiver freeze inside-startled. the closes library. 12:30am

"nothing's gonna change my world" Fiona sings. The black man in the electric blue uniform sweeps our crumbs into the dustbin. Sweep sweep. I can hear the sound even with my headphones on. He whistles. He has a mustache. Outside it is a dark abyss. "chaacooooodelahhh...nothing's gonna change my world ( Read more... )

"Oh look, they're being monogamous" says Hannah Moots, suppressing a slight smile as she looks at the second condom ad in Dil's ethnography on advertising in India. Dil has decided that she is going to live in Chicago next year and make puppets and movies. Now all she has to do is find a job. On Tuesday we are going to make a Loch Ness Monster ( Read more... )

I eat strangely here. Last night I ate a microwaved potato, an entire container of grape tomatoes, and apple sauce. For lunch I had doritos, sweet gerkin pickles, and a kiwi. For breakfast I had cereal and milk.

The dirt under the maple tree in my front yard looks purplish in the morning ( Read more... )

And so, I live in an apartment now. It's brick and has a large garden in the back yard, full of humungous weeds. I call it a jungle. There is also a garage in the back yard in which i found an old book of children's fiction ( Read more... )

frosted flakes keep better than pops. i realize. sitting on the brink of this wooden chair, procrastinating peeing.

"The best part of my day is taking off my socks."
"Why?"
"I remember I have toes again."