Friday, 3 June 2011 § Leave a comment

I’ll be back soon!

In the meantime, here’s a picture of the cake, which, if I may say so myself, was pretty darn good.

Nom nom nom.

A good friend is visiting from the Olde Country and today we’re leaving my natal village and driving up to DC to see touristy stuff, then continuing the rest of the way to GradSchoolHome on Saturday.  Back soon, I promise!  Stick around!


Boh is concerned.

Friday, 20 May 2011 § 1 Comment

Boh is hosting me at his lake house while his human is away for a bit.  (“Research,” smeasearch: she’s at the zoo, y’all.)  And he is concerned.

(Not that he ever isn’t.)

First, he is concerned that I may, in fact, have a schizoform disorder.  I speak to him in a verwirrend mèlange of German, French, and English.  “Vas-y, Boh!  À ta boite!”  “Boh, was machst du denn da?!”  And lolspeak: “Ohhai Boh! you can has noms!” And then on top of that, I speak to him as though he were a petulant preschooler (“Boh, you may CHOOSE not to beg, or you may CHOOSE to sit in your box.”), an unruly gradeschooler (“Boh! Are these the rules?! NO THESE ARE NOT THE RULES!”), and a grad student (“Boh, I find this dubious and problematic at best.”)  Nevermind that I tend to read to him from such masterpieces as Law Under the Swastika.

"This seems like a bad remake of 'Stand by Me,'" worries Boh.

He is also concerned that my momma never taught me not to walk on railroad tracks.

Finally, Boh heard a rumor that tomorrow is Rapture Day.  Now, he heard this when I was flicking around radio stations, and some other dog mentioned to him that he had seen this movie once called “All Dogs go to Heaven” so he doesn’t need to worry.  But Boh overheard some human talking about how the idea that animals have souls is asinine, based on arguments ranging from Aristotle to Luther.  Boh isn’t so sure.  But that would mean that, in fact, NO dogs go to heaven.  But then Boh remembered what he read in Matthew 24:36 and thought maybe this rapture whatnot was rubbish.  But he’s still concerned.

Apocalypse tomorrow?

So yeah.  Boh’s concerned.

It’s a tough life.

Feeling the love.

Sunday, 3 April 2011 § Leave a comment

Brief interludes tonight (this morning?):

First: This is probably weird, but my dad and I have this thing where we pretend we’re Russian revolutionaries.  He calls me Natasha or Natalia; I call him Vladimir or Boris.  And after my “I’m crawling under a rock” email the other week, he texted me back: “Natasha, no worry about communication during times of oppression.  I will keep the fires of revolution burning.  You learn and infiltrate these capitalist pigs secrets.  I love you my little Bolshevik.”  Which is pretty much the best. text message. EVER.

Second: Mail from my Auntie today:

It's not procrastination; it's intellectual and cultural history.

Third:  When I was 16, I went on the proverbial road trip with my two best girlfriends, starting in Louisiana and heading northward.  In addition to tasting tequila for the first time (hello, O’Briens hurricane), I had the important cultural experience of seeing the giant peach-shaped water tower off the interstate in the great state of Georgia.  One of those friends made that drive again the other day, and I texted her something to the effect of don’t forget to show her kids the great bum in the sky.  Because that water tower?  From the right angle, it totally looks like a giant bum!   This friend was the one who pointed it out to me all those years ago, and I’ve never forgotten.   And check out the picture that landed on my phone the other day:

Peachy Bum

This totally made my day.  I hope it makes yours, too!


Oh hai!

Thursday, 31 March 2011 § 3 Comments

Hi, new readers!  Any friend of the Rooster is a friend of mine.  I hope y’all stick around!  I promise I plan on doing more than just complaining about exams.  I’ll soon have more things to say about stuff like this:

I could knit one of my exams, I bet...

and this:

Noodles, or: "Why dating a chef in France was the best choice evar"

and maybe even some of this:

Getting my groove on at Veil Night, or, "Anthropological fieldwork among my family."

So y’all come back, now, y’hear?  And leave links to your blogspace!  New blogfriends = the best.

The Truth.

Wednesday, 30 March 2011 § 1 Comment

“What’s the point of being an adult if you can’t have a stout ice cream float for dinner every now and then?”

— From last night, when some buddies gathered to celebrate the conclusion of a dear friend’s first round of the exams.

Thuggery 2.0

Friday, 25 March 2011 § 1 Comment

Not much time to comment on this right now, since I’m busy dealing with Weimar’s right-wing thugs.  But take a peek at what Wisconsin’s right-wing thugs are up to.  Prof. Cronon, who wrote a really balanced though critical op-ed in the Times this week, wrote another piece on his blog. And now he’s under attack from the Wisconsin GOP, which is making perverse use of the FOIA.  This is so distressing, y’all.  Apparently intellectual/academic freedom only applies when we’re talking about the rights of a conservative teenager in a pinko liberal commie’s class.

Brought to you by the letter S.

Wednesday, 23 March 2011 § 1 Comment

It snowed here today.


I don’t mind that it snowed.  The warmer weather and that odd green stuff on the ground after the snow melted were just one more reminder that spring — and my exams — were upon us.  Not that the exams themselves will disappear beneath these measly 2 inches, but it’ll do for another day’s worth of denial.  Snow-denial did work, however, for the lucky children of all the public and private schools around here.  A month ago nobody would have batted an eye at this, but this morning NPR woke me up by listing all the school closings.  I guess they had already put the salt trucks and plows away for the season.  Don’t they realize where we live!? (Not that the roads even needed plowing.  Maybe everyone else is just weary, too.)

I’ve been sick.  That’s sort of why I started writing here.  The lovely people at health services gave me some great drugs (woohoo!) and some not-so-great.

Today, I am having a bad reaction to one of them.  It’s scary. And now I’ve been sick for a week: that’s a lot of books.  And that sucks.  Seriously.


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