August 08, 2009

Mud Mask Night at Chez Kate

So, I. Live. An. Exciting. Night. I live an exciting life in which I come home from work on a Saturday night, make a lovely dinner full of veg from the CSA. I popped in a DVD from Netflix; I have the first disc of the second season of the The Gilmore Girls. And, well, I don't want to ruin the show for you, but I'm a little surprised that its taking me ten years to watch the show. In the second season Mama Gilmore Girl is engaged. She tells her Mother that this has happened and the Mother is cold (because she already found out because Mama Gilmore's friends are planning a surprise wedding shower). Mama Gilmore freaks out and says, "Who reacts like *that* when their only child says they're getting married?" And, I flashed back to a friend of mine's wedding eight years ago now and how his parent's had said, "Please don't invite our family." when their only son said that he was committing himself to his partner of four years.

So, the answer to the question "Who reacts like that?" is uncomfortable parents of gay kids and religious kids who are marrying outside of their families...and, people. I don't want to get preachy, but I'm watching this show and I'm thinking that it probably happens more often than you'd think.

In other news, The mud mask that I am using is a new mud mask. I ran out of the old mask and I thought it was time for a change. So, I'm currently waiting for this bad boy to dry. Its ionized. Apparently, dirt and crap in your skin is positively charged and this mask is negatively charged to pull the crap out of your skin. You can see the dirt that has been pulled out and trapped in the clay. It is so gross. It is also incredibly fascinating.

May 04, 2009

Blue October's Foiled for the Last Time

So, this morning I was writing and listening to Blue October (don't judge me. No one has taste during Finals week.) And, this song called "Calling You" came on.

Now, I got into Blue October in a fit of all things Twilight last year (there are many reasons why I wasn't sleeping so well last April; this is my excuse. Stephenie Meyer put a lot of Blue October and Muse on her "Twilight playlists". Follow the twilight link above; they're probably still up.) They're from Houston, Tx, apparently. Its sort of dirty hippie music. But, not like Phish. Dirty hippie, drunk college kid, if Dave Matthews only ever wrote love songs music. The sort of shit you'd expect Edward to sing/write for Bella the rest of incredibly boring and super-creepyweird, immortally long lives. The sort of music that's filled with hope and naivety, and descriptions of proto-codependent behavior.

And, you're asking me, "Kate? Why would you listen to that? Or, you know, read Twilight?" I don't know. I'm just like that. Sometimes, I want things I don't really like. For example, when I eat cheesecake. I'm not a fan, but every now and then, I think, "Ya, I'll have a piece of that."

I was listening to "Calling You". And its just...God. Its just so creepy. I know its meant to be sweet and romantic and...its...oh. Creepy.

You can find the lyrics here.

I'm sure that its sweet to be told that someone is going to tell you that they love you another thousand times. I'm sure its nice to have someone calling to just see if you're okay and asking you if you love them...and...

Look, scratch the surface of this cynic and I really want to believe in love and puppies and people keeping promises and taking care of each other. Mostly, though, I don't think those things actually correlate all that often with creepy codependent behavior like asking someone if they love you repeatedly (even if you do just love the way it sounds.)

And, seriously? The Chorus? I'm just calling you to see/if you're sleeping, are you dreaming/if you're dreaming, are you dreaming of me. I'm imagining that conversation would go like this:

Caller: Hi! Just calling to see how you are!
Callee: Its 3 o'clock in the morning.
Caller: Were you sleeping?
Callee: Yes.
Caller: Were you dreaming?
Callee: Yup.
Caller: Of me? *sounds hopeful*.
Callee: I'm hanging up now.

(Unless of course the callee is me, and its actually 3 AM. Just to let you know, if you call me then and you're not on fire, dead or in jail, the string of words that will come out of my mouth directed at you will make a sailor blush. It will also probably make you cry.)

Obviously, I'm not the demographic a song like this (or really, a book like Twilight). Still, I don't think this is what you should shoot for. I don't think people should glorify relationships like Bella and Edward have. He's controlling and creepy and she's selfish and constantly in need of "looking after (in his mind and then in her mind because she practically ends up with Stockholm Syndrome)" because her boyfriend is frequently putting her in situations that are dangerous for her. Why is that okay? Your boyfriend puts you in danger and you cleave to him because only he can save you? I don't know a lot about healthy, but I'm pretty sure that doesn't count.

May 03, 2009


You don't ask the right question, every answer feels wrong. --"Hell Yeah" by Ani DiFranco

Let's think of ideas as dominoes. You have a bunch of them. They're not particularly related, or at least, they are not related in a way that is immediately apparent. But, they are all interesting, so you set them up one by one. Once they are all set up, you hit the right one and everything falls into place. You follow each domino in the chain and the picture that you were setting up begins to emerge. And, its pretty wild. Pretty amazing. You think, "Why didn't I see it before?"

I just had that moment. You ask the right question, you get the right answer. I can still only see part of the picture, but the part that I can see is worth looking at. (Its also worth investing in some more dominoes.)

February 15, 2009


I took yesterday as a day of quiet contemplation. Love is something you should think about, and "love" in the form of Cupid and candy hearts and roses is pushed this time of year.

I contemplated by starting at the beginning. Who is Valentine? So, the story goes that in the Third Century in Rome, the Emperor Claudius was having trouble getting men to volunteer to join his army. Shockingly enough, no one wanted to leave their family to go and fight in the Emperor's stupid, stupid war. Claudius hatched a lightning bolt of a plan, if men weren't married, they wouldn't have families to leave. That would make people want to join up, right?

Some people that the plan was stupid. Some people, like the priest Valentine (or Valentinus, if you want to go for the Authentic, Roman feel), thought that the notion was so ridiculous that it needed to be flouted. Who was Claudius to tell the young lovers of Rome that, no matter how they felt about each other, it wasn't legal for them to get married. So, he married them secretly. And, of course he got caught. If I remember my Saint's lives correctly, he was clubbed, stoned and then beheaded for defying Emperor Claudius.

This got me thinking about the nature of Valentine's Day, with its conversation hearts and sappy cards and big boxes of chocolates (an aside on this: Godiva often runs spectacularly contests with their big heart-shaped boxes. A few years ago it was a ring from Harry Winston. They'd be on sale today, so if you eat chocolate and are out and about, you should have a look.) and I think the way we celebrate it misses the point. Valentine went against the law in order to marry people who would not otherwise have been allowed to be joined, making the statement that love trumps government.

After my day of quiet contemplation, I've come to the conclusion that Valentine's Day should be a day of protest any place a state makes unfair laws about who is allowed to marry. Love is sacred and it should be beyond the power of any governing body to regulate it.

In addition to this, I feel it is a little myopic to simply celebrate romantic love. Love, in all its forms, should be celebrated by everyone who sees it, by everyone who finds it, everyday.

(And, yes, I am aware that "love" and "marriage" are not the same thing.)

October 16, 2008

In Which I Exhort you to click for the cause!

Remember when I used to do those fun Welsh updates? Ah, those were the good ole days when I only had to worry about which form of the preposition went with which pronoun or which mutation I should be using.

Now, things are much, much more complicated. I have five pages to read on Belgian Dutch vowels before I can return to my before-bed world of Robin McKinley's Sunshine. (Book group has apparently failed to wheedle a selection out of Jess, so until such time as I am informed of a new book, I am having to make do with borrowings from the E...because heaven forbid I go near the The booklist.. )

Just five pages on vowels...and I love sounds. Sounds are so fun and categorical and interesting if not necessarily easy to describe. Five pages and what am I doing? I'm trying to talk myself out of spending sixty bucks on The Breast Cancer Site. Are you familiar with this site? You should be. It is awesome. The breast cancer site has a button that you can click every day. It logs IPs. And, for every click they get, their sponsors donate money to help women who need mammograms get them. And, then they have a store that where they sell many wonderful things (like recycled silk yarn and banana fiber yarn) and the bracelet I'm currently trying to talk myself out of. It is for a good cause. But, its money I should be saving for things like food and rent. But, its a good cause. You see my dilemma.

They are part of a network of sites, including The Literacy Site whose orange bracelet I have long worn. (Open Books, Open Minds, yo.) I recommend that you should check it out.

January 20, 2008

Used Textbooks.

I have slowly been making me way through a number of courses that I've found via iTunes. There are a number of Universities out there that have lectures up online and available for anyone to download. I've been taking the opportunity, since I've not been in school, to fill in gaps in my knowledge. I like learning things, so this is mostly fun, but sometimes its frustrating. It turns frustrating when you need to turn to texts in order to illuminate what a lecturer has said (or, in order to go deeper on a topic.) It becomes frustrating because there are a great many books out there that are not available in your average public library nor are still in print. This means going through alternate channels in order to procure these tomes so that you can read the relevant chapter or two (and then, more than likely put them back on the website from which they have come in order to make back what you just spent on them.)

It makes learning a little like a treasure hunt.

Sometimes, this is a funny process. It is hilarious the number of people who have books listed as being in "good" or "fair" condition that have higher asking prices than the people who say they have the book in near perfect or unused condition. However, it is less than hilarious when you see something listed for cheap and in "unused" condition, go to click on it and find that someone has, just then, beaten you to it.

December 14, 2007

The Salvation Army

If you are out walking around and you see someone wearing a big, wooly sweater with a reindeer on it, I think it would be fair to wish them a Merry Christmas. Or, if you are at a coffee shop and someone is wearing a Santa hat, you can wish them to a Merry Christmas. But, in general I'm not down with wishing random people I don't know a happy holiday that they may or may not be celebrating.

I think its presumptuous. But, that's just me.

Today, I had some spare time and I went to the yarn shop and Hobby Lobby and outside Hobby Lobby there was a Salvation Army bellringer. A Bellringer that wished me Happy Holidays. Now, given my previous rant about how presumptuous it is to wish people who aren't wearing santa hats or unfortunate wooly jumpers notwithstanding, its the Salvation Army. The Salvation Army, who were founded by a methodist minister and his wife in 1865. Good, god-fearing, temperant people who started an organization to reach out to the people living in poverty in London's East End. The Salvation Army, in my book, gets a free ride. They're allowed to tell people Merry Christmas, because they're not out bell-ringing for the holidays. They didn't ring for Ramadam. They're not ringing for Chanukah or Kwanzaa. They're out their ringing because its Christmas and because its good to remember to be kind to one's fellow man at least once a year. I love the bellringers. Its such silly thing to be happy about, hearing that bell. It just makes me think that people are alright, knowing that when its freezing cold outside there are people willing to volunteer to raise money ringing a bell in order to help others out.

December 07, 2007

Nothing is ever what it seems

You know, they tell you to get things done early, not so that things are done and that they are out of the way and you can enjoy life. But rather because there are a thousand little things that crop up that you aren't aware are important that have to be done.

The little things will get you every time. The little things like remembering the exact date and time of something that seemed innocuous and unimportant but that turns out to be vital if you need to retrieve a random bit of documentation.

I am slowly checking little things off of my list of little things How is that possible? Ah, the wonders of relative time.) And, as it turns out, whilst you are checking little things off of your list, you find that other things are being added to it.

For example, if what you need is to send a GRE score someplace, you have to remember things like when you took the test.

Or, if you need to have a transcript someplace and it turns out to be quicker to do it online, you have to call and get your University account reinstated so that you may sign online and make the request. The good news is, I suppose, that things should be done by Monday. That means I have to work extra hard between now and then, though.

November 02, 2007


There is a bus void by where I work. The buses sometimes go one way and sometimes go the other and if you are not careful and paying attention you can find yourself waiting extra long for a bus. Like today for example, I saw the bus as it was driving down the road and I knew I wasn't going to be able to catch it at the first stop. There was a chance that if I turned around I could catch it at the second stop (if it actually stopped at the second stop) or I could keep going and definitely catch it at the third stop. The thing is, before 8 pm its a different third stop for the bus marked 9A than it is for the bus marked 9. I went to the wrong stop.

This meant I had to wait an extra twenty minutes. Today this wasn't so bad. My friend's aunt works downstairs and she got off work today at the same time (and is in a play this weekend) so I got to talk to her all the way into town about stuff and things (like the play). She's invited me to join the group. They're doing a pantomime in February. Panto is a particularly British thing and its loads of fun to watch and would probably be loads of fun to put on.

I don't mind the bus. There is the occasional smelly old man and sometimes you get a seat mate that wants to have a chat but mostly its pleasant. You get on the bus and don't have to worry about traffic. You get to just ride and hang out and wait for your stop. What I mind about the bus is the waiting. I'm finding more and more that I really am an impatient person. While I may not mind waiting five minutes, anything over ten annoys me. But, there is nothing worse than actually missing the bus. Especially when you round the corner from one street to the next and can see it pulling away in the distance. Perhaps in time I will get better at the subtle art of catching the bus and not having to wait for hours. But I have a feeling that with the bus void at work that it will be awhile before I become a master.

September 08, 2007

Really Simple Syndication

I have to say....there is nothing at all simple about RSS feeds. Nor, does there seem to be anything particularly simple about Yahoo's Site Builder software.

I have been monkeying around with stuff in order to get everything working so I can submit my podcast to iTunes and PodcastAlley and any other number of places because it might be nice to have a few listeners. (Then again, it might be rubbish to have listeners. However, it is nice to occasionally know that you aren't just talking to yourself.) My first problem seemed to be that Yahoo site builder wouldn't let me create anything that was an .xml file. So, I first tried to put the RSS thing up as an .html file. iTunes didn't like that, it kept telling me I had an open meta tag. I looked and could not find any such thing. So, I had to come up with a new plan.

So, I looked around in my online management tools, figuring that somewhere I would be able to upload files without the help of site builder. As it turns out, I'm right. I have a file manager that I can use to upload straight to my site. Plan B involved downloading the .xml files created through and then to upload them straight to my site. At least this way they'd look right, with all the colors correct and in the right place. That's a start, right?

I get that up and done and I go to iTunes to submit the feed to iTunes and I get past the tag business only to find that iTunes can't seem to find any episodes. So, I don't know what I'm doing wrong. But, at least the RSS thing looks right now.

So, I think maybe I've misunderstood something about RSS and that's why it doesn't work for me. Either that, or iTunes doesn't like the format that the episodes are in on the my page. To be honest, I don't really like them that way, either. That's just how they are put up by Yahoo Site Builder. So, I may have to look into changing that.

In short, I feel lied to about this whole "Really Simple Syndication" thing. There hasn't been a simple thing about it yet.

August 31, 2007

Being a Good Human Being

This morning I woke up thinking about what it means to be a good person. I know, what a weird thing to think about at 8 o'clock in the morning. But, I'm a weird girl. I was wondering, what exactly does it take to be a decent person? Is it kindness? Is it love? Is it respect or honor or empathy?

Which got me thinking, being a good person seems to be something that you do in context. In the context of being around other people. I suppose it does matter what you are like when you are on your own. You can be kind to yourself. You can love yourself. You can respect yourself and what is around you, even if those things are not other people. You can sympathize for other creatures. But, it seems to really matter in how you treat other people.

I have been listening to MIT's open courseware. Specifically, I have been listening to lectures given on psychology by a man named Jeremy Wolfe. I am only about four lectures in the series (or rather, the semester's worth of lectures) but Dr. Wolfe has pointed out that empathy is hardwired into the brain. We are empathic creatures, whether we know it or not, because as social creatures it is advantageous to for emotion to be catching. His example was wilderbeests. Now, if you are a wilderbeest and you see a cheetah, you get scared. And, if you can't see a cheetah, but you can see another scared wilderbeest, its in your best interest to get scared as well because if one of you is scared, then there is probably a threat. So, if its part of our biological programming to empathetic, is it still necessary to the definition of what a decent human being is?

Being a Good Human Being

This morning I woke up thinking about what it means to be a good person. I know, what a weird thing to think about at 8 o'clock in the morning. But, I'm a weird girl. I was wondering, what exactly does it take to be a decent person? Is it kindness? Is it love? Is it respect or honor or empathy?

Which got me thinking, being a good person seems to be something that you do in context. In the context of being around other people. I suppose it does matter what you are like when you are on your own. You can be kind to yourself. You can love yourself. You can respect yourself and what is around you, even if those things are not other people. You can sympathize for other creatures. But, it seems to really matter in how you treat other people.

I have been listening to MIT's open courseware. Specifically, I have been listening to lectures given on psychology by a man named Jeremy Wolfe. I am only about four lectures in the series (or rather, the semester's worth of lectures) but Dr. Wolfe has pointed out that empathy is hardwired into the brain. We are empathic creatures, whether we know it or not, because as social creatures it is advantageous to for emotion to be catching. His example was wilderbeests. Now, if you are a wilderbeest and you see a cheetah, you get scared. And, if you can't see a cheetah, but you can see another scared wilderbeest, its in your best interest to get scared as well because if one of you is scared, then there is probably a threat. So, if its part of our biological programming to empathetic, is it still necessary to the definition of what a decent human being is?

August 05, 2007


There is a big, long rant that should be here, but I don't feel like retyping it. Its a beautiful day out, I'm going to go sit in the garden, listen to my learn Mandarin Chinese podcasts and contemplate the future.

June 20, 2007

Quote of the Day: Alain de Botton

I passionately believe that's it's not just what you say that counts, it's also how you say it - that the success of your argument critically depends on your manner of presenting it.

May 30, 2007

Surf Clouds

Sometimes, Cardiff has the sort of clouds that you expect to see in snaps taken at sunset by tourists visiting the beach. They have this salty, swept in from sea look that is harsh yet soft, backlit by the setting sun. Its one of the things I like about here; different enough from the methane sunsets of Iowa to be remarkable.

I was thinking today, while walking back from an interview at a coffee shop that a good cup of coffee from the same place you always get it is a little like making the bed in the morning. There are these steps and procedures that you have to go through if you are making it, and you might think, "Why bother?" Why mess around with hospital corners and making sure everything gets tucked in? Why bother count the seconds it takes to brew a shot? You have other things to do; the world is a busy and chaotic place.

Well, I reason that you bother because then, every time you see your bed its a reminder that there are things that you have control over. That maybe the universe isn't such a chaotic place; there is some sort of order. And you aren't bringing anything left over from yesterday, like twisted and mangled sheets because you kept tossing and turning before you fell asleep into the next day. Getting the same cup of coffee from the same place is a little like that. Its a reminder that there is order in the vast universe. A universe that may possibly be friendly because the barista that you see every Thursday and Saturday and some Mondays and Tuesdays has bothered to learn your name and not just your drink. Maybe I'm being optimistic and maybe its just subconcious, but I think these reminders of order are important to us. And even if they are the tiniest of things, they still do us good.

May 28, 2007


Languages may be a skill set that you can be taught in a classroom. They may have phonological systems and phonetic sets and grammar. They may contain a series of tenses that have endings that you have to memorize.

But, that's not what they are.

I took myself for a walk this afternoon, and while I did it I was thinking about languages. About how they are joint efforts. They are community experiences. They are tools that we use to express our thoughts and feelings. Things we use to ask for stuff. They are a way that we express ourselves, how we identify with others or how we alienate others. And, all this takes place in contexts created by the language and by the situations and by us as individuals. We create communities. I was thinking about being little and how then communitites were provided for you. There were the kids in the neighborhood and school. There was church and choir and bible study and Girl Scouts and dance class. I think its amazing (considering how many people don't like church or school) that when we grow up we make an effort to create communities of our own. How cool is that? Sometimes, we even create communities so that we can speak something that we're not even sure how to speak.

I think the interview went well. I sat down and the Professor said that it was going to get hot in the room and I said, "Guess I'm literally in the hot seat then." and everyone laughed and we talked for about half an hour about all kinds of things. Of course, since then, I've had a lot of time to think about how I could have answered things better but I'm trying not to dwell on it and make myself more nervous. I really hope I get this; I think it would be incredibly rewarding to have an opportunity to study how people build and work together on things.

March 27, 2007


I want to wake up in the morning and feel good about myself. I want to begin my day with peace and joy. I want to be happy. I want to see the beauty in the world around me and rejoice that I have the opportunity to take part in the world.

I don't want to skulk back to my parent's house feeling like a failure.

I want a job and to continue studying and to have friends that I see all the time and not just occasionally. I want to feel like I can speak my mind anywhere and everywhere and not fear reprisal or that petty self-obsessed people in my vicinity will attempt to "get even" with me for simply having my own opinion and for disagreeing with them.

I am tired of asking people over and over again to call me by my name. I am tired of being told, "Well, you shouldn't have pissed me off" as if I have control over the emotional responses of the people around me.

I want to be treated with respect. I want to be loved and cared for.

I'm having some problems right now; I'm not sure how to solve them.

February 28, 2007

Finely Crafted Sentences

I am on my second cup of tea and began the afternoon with a piece of bread with some strawberry jam and a fair amount of Dorothy Parker. As a result, I've been a snide remark mood for the past couple of hours. Well, snide remark is underselling Ms. Parker's work, although it isn't underselling my mood.

John's friends seem to think its appropriate to message my MSN account and ask for him. You know, my account, my computer I'm obviously sitting here waiting for them to message in order to play secretary for my boyfriend. I'm obviously not working on my Welsh vocabulary (I will post a This Week in Welsh soon) or working on my Research Proposal or resume. Heaven forbid. Although, I really shouldn't be too hard on them. They all have issues.

I love tea. Its amazing.

I've been reading that Fracine Prose book and we moved from "Close Reading" to "Sentences", which she has been illuminating with examples of great sentences. Its been so incredible. It made reading Dorothy Parker this afternoon absolute delight. This will seem an obvious observation, but a huge difference between spoken and written language is one's ability to rethink, edit, correct and proof something once it is written down. And, this difference is what makes writing, or at least some people's writing, so good. Because they give what they have on the page so much thought and they add or subtract until each word is in its place and each sentence, each complete thought is expressed effectively, evocatively. (Not here, of course. While I admit that once something is here it is often in its second or third draft, it has most certainly not been given the time or the attention that Proust would have given to train schedules. This may be one of the drawbacks with blogs, that their content is not always given the consideration that it deserves prior to becoming part of the public discourse. However, this outside the scope of this discussion.)

January 13, 2007

Quote of the Day: Joshua Fineberg

If one believes in the intrinsic value of art, then--contrary to most contemporary ways of thinking--taste and social construction are of decidedly secondary importance.

This quote is from a piece entitled "Classical Music: Why Bother?" that I read because it was suggested to me by my friend Preston. The piece suggests that our "lack of understanding/like" for Classical Music is actually indicative of a larger problem we have with "Art" (note the Capital A). He suggests, and I agree with him, that Art exists because we get something out of it, because we take something way for the experience and that it is not necessarily there to make us feel good or so that we can draw enjoyment from it.

Preston originally gave me the article as a source of inspiration for a mix CD I was making him at the time. I asked him for a theme, and the article was his response to my request. He wanted not something that he would expect, or something that he would enjoy necessarily, but something that he would give him an experience that we would, afterwards, not want to be without. I think my mix CD fell short of this incredibly lofty aim, but I think it is a good aim and something that should be considered a lot more often, not just of our artistic work, but of work in general.

November 30, 2006

NaNoWriMo: This is it.

Well, ladies and gentlemen. This is it. This is the end of NaNoWriMo and I have a measly 3,000 words written. I did not meet the objective. I am, however, not sad by this because of the circus of paperwork my life has become what with job applications and visa applications and trying to come up with a suitable PhD topic that I won't mind spending the next (at least) three years of my life working on AND that will attract appropriate amounts of funding. That's a lot of work.

On top of this, there is the emotional work of dealing with my first Christmas away from home, which will also be John's and my First Christmas together as a couple. On top of this, the universe as seen fit for the honeymoon period of living together to be over so we've been going through bouts of being at each other's throats. Fun. But, we have, separately and collectively decided that this is going to be an amazing Christmas, no matter how we might bitch at each other or how I might be homesick. Its going to be fun and exciting (And, oh dear Powers That Be please, let it be relaxing.)

The plus side of the whole NaNoWriMo experience is that I think I will be able to roll what I have written into a piece of slash fiction that I wrote whilst I was supposed to be studying for the GREs. This added addition of 3,000 words, plus a lot of tweaking to make the new stuff and the old stuff actually make sense may mean that, when all is said and done, I have something that is readable by the general public and not just a big festival of crap.

I'm feeling very hopeful. And, hopeful feels good. I'm going to watch the end of Murder, She Wrote and have lunch now. I have been, on the sly, working on a podcast, as well as a number of reviews and another installment on my ethics odyssey, so watch this space for updates of actual interest soon.

November 06, 2006

My Brilliant Idea.

My brilliant idea of posting every day last week in order to keep up and review the Welsh I have learned crashed and burned on Tuesday. And, I paid for it this morning. There was a new teacher today filling in for our normal Monday teacher. She had a brilliantly Welsh name, Angharad.

Now, how great is that?

Names are interesting. They are these little verbal markers of persons and places and things. Vocal and written reminders not of what something or somebody is, but who they are. They can be a very big deal and getting someone's name wrong, transgressing that little bit by altering or forgetting or somehow misusing that marker can be incredibly unnerving and can cause a tussle.

Ever been talking to someone you used to be friends with ages ago? Ever not be able to remember their name? You knew it, in fact you used to use it all the time. Now, its just slipped right past you. How awkward is that? Now, add a significant other stopping by that you, by the rules of etiquette should introduce, and that awkwardness reaches a feverish level because you could be caught out.

Ever given someone a nickname and have them not take kindly to it? That's happened quite a bit to me since I've moved to Wales. I get called "Kath" a lot, which I don't like. I understand that it is an awful lot of work to pronounce the whole three sllyables of my name, especially when you are busy processing things at 5 sllyables a second but, don't ask me what my name is if you're immediately just going to change it.

But, even worse than that.... "Kathy". I have heard with increasing frequency, "Aww, Johnny and Kathy."

Excuse me? I don't fucking think so. "Kathy" (or "Cathy" as that is how she spells it.) is an overworked, office monkey in a trendy skirt that doesn't flatter her body type who is freaked out about food, work, clothing and men and has on way too much eye makeup. I give you this as an example. Although Cathy appears to be wearing no eye makeup she is clearly wearing some sort of matching shirt and skirt combination that divides her in the middle and makes her look like overly round. And, here, while she is not freaking out, you can tell it is anticipated because everyone is freaking out around her and running towards her aid.

I am not Cathy. Or, Kathy. Or, Kath. I am Katharine. If this is just too much effort, you may call me either Kate or Kat. (See how nice I am providing you with two options?)

November 01, 2006

America? America!

Something that has always caught me a little off-guard living in a foreign country is the number of Non-Americans that can intelligently and insightfully discuss American politics. My personal views on Politics are very often informed by my own code of ethics, and as is suggested in the post I just linked to, this tends to be informed by my knee-jerk reactions to things. For example, I think killing is wrong and so one should try everything within one's power to not go to war because wars involve lots of killing. However, not only is this a simplistic view of the world, it tends to also be a simplistic view of politics because many things are much too complicated to be solved with a black and white, right or wrong judgement.

Anyway, this is a clip of Alex Jones cut to some of the Brave Heart music. The music gets a little over-the-top, but as the poster of the video explains in the comments, he's made the clip as a tribute to both Alex Jones and to the dynamic American spirit. Having grown up with that spirit, I think this is wicked.

October 20, 2006

What is a moral anyway?

Very recently I have become very interested in ethical business practices. I can say that I have always been a bit curious about the subject of ethics in general, although I've not done much reading on it. It has occurred to me that I have a lot of gut reactions to ethical things. I can tell you that something is "right" or "wrong", "acceptable" or "unacceptable" but I'm not sure I can outline what it is that makes this so.

My friend Sarah is a philosopher. One of the many things that being friends with Sarah has done for me is remind just how important it is to be able to step up a strong argument. She has an argument for everything. You think, being a linguist would make that something that comes with the territory. Yet, somehow I've missed that. Ethics have always been just things that back up the gut-wrenching feeling you get when you come across something that is wrong. And, things that are wrong, for some reason have always just been justifications in themselves. Not surprisingly, as I've grown up and moved out into the world I have developed some feelings on things that may not be the sort of black and white transparent "wrong" that wouldn't require any sort of justification. This has become a particular interest because very recently I have found myself thinking extensively about why exactly I think that things like sweat shop labor, the death penalty and secret surveillance are wrong. And, as it turns out, my argument at first is my knee-jerk reaction, which is, "because they are." Which is nsufficient.

So, I have set myself a goal of fixing this. I would like to be able to make a coherent argument and outline how I feel about these sorts of things. I think its important to know because, at the very least, it can help me not contribute to the misery of others. This is something that I have talked about before, not contributing to the misery of others. And, given that ethics have to do with what is right and what is wrong, this is probably where I'll start. Why is it important to not contribute to the suffering of others?

Also, I am taking suggestions of readings that can help me in my quest.

September 22, 2006


I have recently learned a new word. Although it looks like two words, we're going to pretend that it is only one. We're going to think of it as a string or a compound because both of these words work together to describe one single entity out in the world. There is much evidence to suggest that the basis of language is actually phraseological and not based on single words. I may have already told you that. I may be off on a tangent now. Oops.

The word is : Unol Daleithiau. I know what you're thinking, "But that isn't in English." I know, its Welsh. But, this will hopefully all make sense in a minute. If you wanted to say something like, "I'm from the States," this is a good word to know. You say: "Dw i'n dod o yr Unol Daleithiau." This is something I never would have said before I moved here. And, not just because it is in Welsh.

I'm sure this a rant I've been on before, but its one that I think is powerful and interesting. It is interesting how people describe themselves because it is indicative of how they see themselves. It is also indicative about how people in the immediate vicinity see them. Its not all internal; its not immutable. And, that to me is what makes it interesting.

I would have never identified myself as being, "from the States" before moving here for a number of reasons. First off, I've lived most of my life in the States. So, saying you're from there while you're still there is a bit redundant. Yes, honey. We know. Which state? Often more importantly, What city or township do you call home? Also, how often do you hear anyone say that when there are other ways to say it that are, I don't know, less phraseological and more succint like "I'm from America." or even, "I'm American."? Well, this might have to do with the cringe factor of being called "American". And, that just makes things so much more interesting.

I suppose at this point I should say something about how there is nothing wrong with being American. The United States is a lovely country full of helpful, charming people. Its an exciting democratic republic where occasionally portions of the population turn up at polls and allegedly elect the leadership and help to set and drive policy. I love my homeland. And, I miss it. But, these things aren't the point at the moment.

I personally shy away from the term "American" because it references the continent. I am not the citizen of a continent, but of a country on a continent. While this is a pointless distinction, it is one that I make nonetheless. I also shy away from the term "American" because in the past five years, at least inside the U.S., it has come to be used with much frequency by a certain subsection of the population and to describe that subsection. You know, "True Americans" . The people who are "real patriots". The ones that support the government 100% and had bumper stickers on the vehicles that said things like, "First Iraq, then Chirac." The ones thar are willing to give up a little bit of freedom and are okay with legislation like the Patriot Act that was voted on without reports from the House or Senate and with very little debate. (Which, by the way, is Congress not doing its job. We elect to pass effective legislation, which they aren't doing if they are hastily voting on things without conference reports or debate.) The ones that inspire music like Green Day's American Idiot. When I think about what home means to me and when I think that for most people, my home is America, I shudder to think that I am classed with these people.

Outside of the States, "American" doesn't necessarily have the political connontations that it may have at home. People who don't live in the States don't necessarily know about the bumper stickers or individual pieces of legislation. Although, they do know about our elections, which seem to get crazier and less verifiable every time they occur. My point is, that the further from the States you get, the more "American" seems to be a geographical marker first, and a political marker second. And, that is sometimes hard to reconcile with the notions built in your head from life inside the nation. And, that's where language as a marker of identity and language as a tool of communication don't gel. Do I say what will me the most accessible to my audience or do I say what I feel is more descriptive and truer representation of what I am? And, there isn't a one-size-fits-all answer. It depends on the situation. It depends how well you're planning on getting to know the other speakers. It depends on your mood. It depends on a bunch of hard to pin down, non-linguistic factors. And, it goes both ways. In Welsh, I say I'm from the states, mostly because it is hard to say I will master it! But, in English I'm from the States. Or, I'm from Iowa City, Iowa. Or, even just Iowa. Sometimes, I'm even just from a city about three hours west of Chicago.

August 29, 2006

Signs of the Apocalypse (Or Things From Today that I Found to be Disturbing)

1.  Fall Out Boy and others to cover the songs of The Nightmare before Christmas.

 Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen.  Not only is The Nightmare before Christmas getting another theatrical release (this I have no problem with) and is now complete with 3-D effects but the soundtrack will be available as a double disc.  The first disc will contain the original Danny Elfman music and the second disc will have covers of the Elfman tunes done by such bands as Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, Marilyn Manson, She Wants Revenge and Fiona Apple.  Now, this could be interesting or it could be sheer and utter crap.  I'm leaning towards crap. 

2.  Elton John thinks he is going to record a hip-hop album

 More crap.  More utter crap.  I'm okay with people changing and growing and branching out to do different things.  But, do it first in the privacy of your own recording studio. (Especially, if this is an option because you have your own recording studio.) Stop subjecting the world to your half-baked notions of what could be interesting or your lame attempts at sticking with the zeitgeist and being all hip and fresh.  Actually, This applies to Madonna as well. Hey lady, with your limber disco dancing and continuing to draw the ire of the world's religions. Hey!  You're stretchy!  But you're music sucks, so stop "reinventing" yourself and, I don't know, have some tea. 

3. My thesis is going in to be bound in two weeks

 I spent about two hours today sifting through recordings to make sure I had notes on all of my "discourse markers" which included, I kid you not, more than sixty occurences of the phrase "you know".  As is common with such things, once you've heard one you've more or less heard them all.  Of these more than sixty occurences, well over half of them have the exact same phonological output, which is just fancy talk for I listened to the same thing over and over and over again.  I wish this would mean that I was thousands of words closer to my word limit.  It does not.  I still have a long way to go.


 4. The U.S. detained a man who could barely walk or hear at Guantanamo Bay

Although he was recently released, we held an Afghani man who needed a walker to leave the prison without charging him with a crime or even telling him why he was there.  Apparently, the captive whose name is Haji Nasrat Khan is at least 71, although that's just an estimate because he himself didn't even know his exact age.  I know that old people tend to be the last bastion of old school hatred and hellfire religion, but its my experience that what they do with that hatred and religion is sit around and make their kids and grandkids uncomfortable and angry by constantly nosing in on what they're doing and then telling them they're wrong and they'll burn for it.  They are, in general, not the sort of people you find making explosives in airplane lavatories.  Given that, I wonder what sort of intelligence value the man had for the military that they felt the need to keep him captive.  To quote the recently released Khan, "How could I be an enemy combatant if I was not able to stand up?" 


Well, that's it.  I'm going back to listen to more formulaic sequences and to hopefully nibble away at my word count.  

August 27, 2006


I can't believe I only have two weeks.  And, then after that.  What?  What am I going to do?  What am I going to do with the rest of my life?  Fuck.  What?  What?  What?  What?  What happened to my fucking plans?  And, why have an inordinate number of people in the last two weeks told me that I'm talented and that I need to not waste my talent.  I am taking my thesis in to be bound on the 11th.  It occurred to me today that on the fifth years anniversary of the towers falling I was going to handing over my dissertation to a publisher of sorts.  I'm freaking out about all of this hardcore.  Man. 


Now, some photos from taken from my camera phone at the festival this weekend.   


this is Bez from Happy Mondays. 


Echo and the Bunnymen are onstage in this shot.  Its hard to tell.




And, that is De La Soul.  The guy whose face you can't see because of the glare is John's mate Glyn.  



And this is De La Soul right before John made me ask them for a photo.   I mean, a photo with them and me.  More on all of this later. 

August 15, 2006

This is going to be a disaster.

This is going to be a disaster.  I can tell already.  Our phone doesn't work.  My mother tried to call and got someone else.  John tried to call out and it won't let us dial.  He says to me, "Are you sure we don't have a certain number of minutes we've already gone through?"  First off, that would have been, what 30 minutes?  15?  Because we've not exactly made a ton of phone calls.  (I, actually, haven't made any phone calls).  And, if its going to cut you off instead of just charging you for going over your minutes, we have the most ridiculous phone company ever.  How do they plan on making money?  I ask you?  Secondly, John just needs to relax.  He is so tense about everything these days that I am seriously worrying about his health.  Lastly, I just tried to check online and look and see what our package entails, but the website's full of only vague advertising-esque bits of information.  It will tell me "key features" of the package, and that's it.  I suppose this serves me right for not making sure that I got everything down in writing to begin with.  Still, you'd think they would have left everything in writing as some sort of legal backup.  I don't want to see this bill when it comes in.  Honestly, I just want to curl up in a ball and die right now what with the stress of my dissertation and everything.  Gah.

August 06, 2006

Stir Crazy

So, here I am, sitting at home getting ready to start once again on my dissertation.  I didn't get much done yesterday on account of the fact that John and I had a huge fight (everything is okay now) and I didn't much feel like doing anything after that.  On top of this, I don't feel like I have any friends (was supposed to have coffee with some of them this week, but wires got crossed and I was left standing outside a coffee shop on the wrong road for about half an hour waiting for people to show up who a. weren't coming at all (another aside, and I would have known this if they realized the benefit of hitting 'reply all') or b. were sitting comfortably in what was the right coffee shop enjoying, I would assume coffee and wondering where the hell I was.)  In addition to this not feeling like I have any friends, I've come to the conclusion that I don't like most of John's friends.  I think in general, there the sort of people who thrive on getting wasted and complaining about things.  I have no patience for this.  (And, how could I?  My Mother taught us that you lodge an official complaint and then you're done.  We all heard the first time and the more you complain the more you just irritate everything around you.  In short, you become a problem all your own.)  In addition to this I have an apartment to clean and a boyfriend who is out having a beer with the previoulsy mentioned irritating mates because my friend Jonathon is coming to visit from Seattle (via Italy, if you know Jonathon this makes sense.)  I'm excited about seeing my friend (in no small part because I'm excited to have friends.)  However, I'm a little concerened about the timing of his arrival.  I mean, what with me disliking John's friends and John and having an argument and my dissertation and all.  I hope that my mood improves and that its a nice trip for him here because I would hate for it not to be.  Cardiff is a nice place, even if I want everyone and everything in it to piss off. 

July 27, 2006

I feel like I'm spinning my wheels

So, I'm sitting here listening to coffee brew and munching on a carrot and some pasta salad.  There is bacon in my pasta salad.  As I eat I wonder why it is that everything on this island somehow ends up having bacon in it.  No, seriously.  If they can put bacon in it, they have.  Except beans, for some reason.  I've seen baked beans with sausage but I have yet to see a can of baked beans with bacon.  There is also about 800 calories in my pasta salad. That's why I'm eating it with a carrot instead of with the 400 calorie fresh cream banana boat I wanted to eat it with.  I'm making a fresh pot of coffee because John said to me recently, "I don't think its good to drink the same pot of coffee two days in a row."  I think its fine, but then my coffee habits have always been questionable.


So far today I've been reading for my dissertation. Soon, when I'm done with my carrot and pasta salad I will pour myself some coffee that I will mix with milk and ice and fake sugar and I will get cracking on some writing for my dissertation.  I can't wait for this to be done.  Even if it sucks.  I keep thinking about what I'm going to do once its done but that just makes me sad.  I feel like I ought to be asking someone for advice, but I have no idea who that would be. Every time I come up with a plan something happens to nix it.  Like its doubtful I'll be able to make enough on 20 hours a week to live off of.  Or, my fiancee tries to talk me out of staying in Wales because he thinks I'm too good for him.   And, then I read about what everyone else is up to and everyone else seems excited and happy about where they are and what's going on in their lives but I feel like fate is conspiring against me and that I can only be happy for 37 seconds at a time.  This sucks.  I hate it.

July 07, 2006

Home safe.

I am incredibly sad.  I would like to say that is because I am home after having been back home but this is doubtfully the case.  More, I think its that I'm depressed because its not so much that I feel sad as that I don't really feel anything at all.  And, to be honest, I've felt this coming on for awhile now, but part of me really thought that if I just made to the states, or if I just made it back here I'd be okay.  However, anyone whose ever been depressed can tell you that "just making it through" things doesn't make you better... it just means you're still not well and that you didn't enjoy whatever it is that you've just "made it through".  I fucking hate that.  But, then I could just be over-reacting and this could be jet lag and I could wake up in the morning and feel and be spectacular.  I don't see this happening, but it is a possibility. 


We were sitting on the plane in Newark, and had been for about forty-five minutes when the pilot announced that we were somewhere around 30 or 40 in line to take off.  He said he didn't know why there were massive delays, but that there were massive delays.  In my head, I saw the massive delays caused by a few people on different airplanes simulataneously being freaking out and having enough of being on planes.  My worst fear was that the flight was going to be grounded and that John would have to go back through immigration or some shit like that and be thumbed scanned again so that we could stay in a shitty hotel in New Jersey while the airline sorted some other way to get us home.  I also had an incredible urge to cry on the flight partly from being tired of being at the whim of other people's plans and (at least in my head) other people's emotions and partly  because crying just seemed like a good idea at the time.  I settled for falling asleep with my neck wrenched upward which meant that I woke up in incredible pain (and was pained for the journey by the time we finally got off the ground an hour and a half late).  


Mostly right now, I am sitting in my house trying to remember where I put my phone card and thinking that my friends in Wales don't really know me.  But, then I don't think I really know me anymore, either.  I do, however, really, really miss my Iowa friends and am incredibly bummed that I don't get to see more of them, more often.  

June 19, 2006

Oh the horror

I have a Fall Out Boy song stuck in my head.  I'm starting to get hungry.  I have to go buy some veg before I go home.  My fiancee is ill and upset with his brother (with whom he doesn't get along with) I should be writing my dissertation and/or getting my stuff out of the house and into the flat. 

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June 05, 2006

The Problem with Poplers.

I am currently doing a web search for things that have sited this one book by this guy named Bollinger.  This theoretically should provide me with interesting and useful things to read in order to really get the ball rolling on my thesis.  Hopefully.  Maybe.  Maybe not.  We'll see.  Its a lovely day outside and I keep getting distracted by random Futurama quotes that pop into my head. 

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May 31, 2006

The For Fuck's Sake Factor

I read an interview with Jon Stewart once, back before the last major U.S. election (I think it was in Esquire) in which he was asked to come up with new campaign slogans for the two parties.  The first slogan was something to the effect of, "Be afraid, but not too afraid to vote."  The specifics are not important because that wasn't the slogan that caught my ear.  The one Stewart came up with for the democrats was, "For Fuck's Sake!" At the time, I thought it was amazing for a number of reasons, including that I would have loved to put that bumper sticker on my car, "Vote Kerry, For Fuck's Sake."  Stewart's point, if I remember correctly and am not paraphrasing horribly was that if you sat back and watched the elections and absolutely thought about it that's what your reaction would be to the campaign put on by the right, "Oh, for fuck's sake."  Actually, now that I proofread this paragraph, I think that might be horribly paraphrasing it.  Mr. Stewart, I apologize.


Anyway, I was thinking, for some reason today, about what I'm going to call the "For Fuck's sake factor."  Its that moment, when you take a deep breath and look at what is going on around you in the world and you think, "What is going on here?  For the love of Pete why are all human beings in this particularly instant being so fucking stupid?!?!"  Oh, now I think I remember why I was thinking about it.  I was watching a video earlier the Federal Marriage Ammendment.  Now, there are lots of reasons to pause and give this some thought.  But, the one that seemed to strike me the most for some reason today was the jump made so frequently from gays wanting to marry to people wanting to marry animals.  I don't understand this animals business at all.  It makes me wonder if I have missed something huge in my reading of the constitution. I am left wondering, where in the constitution does it state that goats have rights and are equal under the law (When there isn't an equal rights ammendment full stop.)?  Are goats citizens?  


Can't we have a civil debate about the business of marriage without a discussion of the rights of goats?


For Fuck's Sake, people. 

May 10, 2006

The varying ways we use language help us to address the non-linguistic problem of how to socially organize ourselves, how to recognize others from our same social group and how to further connect and continue renew and establish social relationships...

The guy who was sitting behind me in the computer lab got half way to the door before he remembered his disk in the disk drive.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is that sort of day.  Its the sort of day when the sun is shining and the birds and singing and you really want to be elsewhere.  Its the sort of day in which you plagiarize the paper you are working on in order to find a subject line. 


Here is my question, boys and girls.  how can you get over 3,000 words into to something that has a 4,000 word limit and not manage to include ANY "illustrative" examples?

May 04, 2006


SO...I've been thinking.  And, the more I think about it, the more I think that for what I want to do my PhD on, I don't think that this is the best university for me because the phonology professor is retiring.  That would make this less than ideal for me because I'd have someone who wasn't interested in phonology supervising my PhD that would be primarily on phonology.  See what I saying?  Anyway, I think that I should be looking at other programs in other places. 


In other news, my internet is back on after a week of it being turned off because I finally, just now, received a notice that the payment I sent in MARCH was not accepted.  (What about the payment I sent in April, you ask?  Don't.  I spoke to someone on the phone and got really snippy with the poor guy.)  Bills here are fucking, fucking, fucking ridiculous.  They want you to always have a direct debit set up and to encourage this, they have a SURCHARGE on all other forms of fucking payment.  Do you fucking believe that?  Its 2 quid now, but on 1 June, its going up to 4 quid.



Also, there's something wrong with my iPod.  I am going to try and fix it now. 

April 28, 2006


One has to pay the bills, its a necessity.  And, if you think about everything that goes on in the world and everything that everyone wants to do and things that people want to get done and where everything goes and what happens to it.... I'm babbling, I know.  I was just thinking about money and paying bills and...well, funding my education.  I just emailed a professor to thank them for emailing me and clarifying the details of the studentship that is available through the department. 


A friend of mine who is Kuwaiti suggested to Anne-Marie and I today that we come and work in Kuwait.  We could teach at one of the American schools.  I don't know if I'm qualified to actually teach anything.  Its sort of... I don't know.  I actually wouldn't mind taking on a year or so contract and working in Kuwait, I think it would be an incredible experience.  I don't think my parents or my boyfriend would approve, though.


Okay, I have to get back to work now.

April 25, 2006

A list

Okay, massive update time:

1. There is a studentship available through the department.  It is in conjunction with <a href="">intune</a> which is funded by the EU.  Intune is looking at European Citizenship and the EU and how these things are created, understood, etc.  The requirements include a. having completed the masters in Language and Communication Research b. speaking more than one European language c. having an eu topic.  Here's the thing: This is the department's studentship and my friend Steffi is applying for it.  Steffi already has a masters, speaks English and German (because she is German) and has an interesting sociolinguistic topic that has to do with European citizenship.  So, I'm going to apply, but don't hold your breath because I won' be getting it.

2.  I am just so tired of thinking about everything in relationship to my future.  The future this, the future that...its beginning to get to the point where I don't even enjoy what's going on anymore because everything is just dripping with so much anxiety. 

3.  John's housemates offered to pay part of my rent so it would be cheap for us to stay in the house instead of moving into our own flat without them, thus saving the two of them the trouble of having to make other arrangements.  They have been told that there will be MURDER if anyone skanks my food.  This is to say that I am moving into John's house at the end of my lease.  (Well, I'll probably move my stuff in before that, but you know... officially, it'll be at the end of my lease...although, unofficially, I may have my own set of keys this weekend.)

4.  John and I are thinking about coming to America for a visit over the 4th of July.  I figure during this time I can help move my shit out of Beth's apartment and I can do something about my shit at my parents house.

5.  The plan is still to stay in the UK until my visa is up.  If I am going to be taking another year off I might as well stay with John (whom I love...doesn't that sound weird?) and work as opposed to move home and be miserable at b&n and work. 

6.  Anne-Marie has suggested that I just look for jobs around the university.  I think sometime next week I am going to go to the job shop.  I would like something for the summer but perhaps I could parlay it into something a bit more long term and maybe I could end up back here for my PhD anyway. 

7. I was looking at PhD programs in the states the other day and did you know that University of Buffalo has a language and cognition PhD program?  F, do you know/have you heard anything about linguistics at your fair uni?

8. For some reason the internet people think I haven't paid my bill so, I don't seem to have internet in my house right now.  its annoying. 

9.  I think I need to do some yoga, or meditate or something because I am way freaked out about things.  Although, John bought me a copy of the Great Escape, so I have some good Steve to watch (well,I had good Steve anyway because I had the magnificent 7) 

10.  Okay, I have to post the news and get rolling.  I have work to do and I would like to go to the chip shop.  I have some ranch dressing (thank you, Beth!) that I would like to have on chips and cheese.  Oooh, such decadence!

April 24, 2006

Bore da, swchd ddi chi, bore ma?

I have a feeling I just misspelled all of those words.  I can't decide if I feel incredibly stressed out...or just pissed off at myself for not being a harder worker.  I've not had a bad day.  Actually, I've had a pretty good day.  I received an email from the professor in charge of the studentship I am working on an application for.  She said that there is no citizenship restriction but has indicated that it will be an advantage to speak more than one European language.  So, I have to stop being afraid and just suck it up and own up to the fact that I do, in fact, speak Spanish and Italian and stop denying my abilities.  Also, for some reason I'm having trouble checking my university email.  its pissing me off. 

April 21, 2006

Probably more on this later....

Oh, for the love of mike, why won't it just recognize html when it sees it?


Ann Coulter wrote some words here:


Now, I don't want a guarantee that I'll be okay everywhere I go, but I would like that everyone be in agreement that I am a HUMAN BEING regardless of whether or not I am a WOMAN and that I should be able to participate in activities in my community without fear of being physically, mentally or emotionally molested.

April 05, 2006


Its possible I may have gotten things sorted.  You should be able to get to this page from my index page now.  Or, at least I hope you can.  Who the fuck knows now.  In the last two hours I've monkeyed around with this, turned on the heat so I could use to radiator to try my clothes, and gotten a little bit closer to having everything cleaned and packed.  I want to have the cleaning and the packing done before John turns up after work. 


Oh, I also watched a little Corpse Bride while I was cleaning.  Now, I'm thinking I might put in Batman Begins or something while I finish things up.   


So, here I am sitting at home waiting for the oven to preheat.  I thought surely I'd be able to activate a web form so that I could do things like...update from school without fucking up everything I've already posted but it would appear not.  Fuck.  So, today will be a day of random posting, random cleaning (my family are coming over from America tomorrow) and random swearing as I try to sort this thing out.