Thanks a lot! I'm working on a piece that will feature Stephanie.
Stephanie, "I am pretty net-addicted. I often need to be reminded that my body exists. As of late, it’s been good about reminding me itself. I have a vengeful lower intestine, all-too-often periods, problem skin, and mundanely flat feet. Not to mention the fact that I work with a fading 70-year-old man everyday, his mortality becoming more and more evident. Especially when he insists on driving: in which case my mortality is up for question as well. This is the first time I have been so close to this kind of regression and it is incredibly potent.
More privately: the reoccurring bruises on the back of my thighs allude to a number of things, but above all: a reminder of my own corpse and the other who loves it."
I look forward to the piece on Stephanie. Her "Liberated Reading of Chardin's The Ray" is spell binding. When you next see her, please tell her that.
What's with that 'select all images with a salad' verification? My selections clearly passed, but now I'm wondering whether any selection, including none, would have worked. I took it seriously, because I thought failure might ban me forever, or worse. After all, cops regularly kill people for no reason, so one can't be too suspicious.
I got about halfway through this and just could not take it anymore. Too much Derrida for me, at least this morning! Plus, I've been having one hell of a time writing about my broken body, brain included of course, in the nursing home. It's been all but unbearable these last days, remembering, crying and laughing like the mad old bitch I am.
Recently I came across some very old writing of mine from my botched academic career, attempt number two of four, all about embodiment and associations and such. There's an essay I wrote in there about Gertrude Stein's "Tender Buttons" which Heather McHugh wrote in the U of Wash's black book was the best Stein essay she'd ever read. (The black book recorded the professors' assessment of the students' work, and there were some pretty weird comments in there, like Hazard Adams', who complained I wasn't working as a disciple! Fuck Hazard Adams!) I used it when I applied to Case nearly twenty years later, and they loved it too, but at this point I can't make heads or tails of what I was babbling about. At the time, apparently, it all made sense to me. Go figure.
By the time I got around to submitting the previous comment, the time interval had expired - could be, I suppose, that some people turn into robots after a while. I know a few, but they've always seemed like robots to me.
In any case, I had to re-verify, so I got a chance to test your new verification system. Evidently one gets as many chances to retry as necessary, but relying on trial and error might never get past the gate, unless the number of choices (salads, hamburger, steak, ice-cream are the ones I encountered) is finite. But even if the number is finite, it could take a very long time.
I'm not complaining, and I have more than enough to do - but some of it I don't want to tackle.
I didn't know there was a problem with posting comments, but I've just disabled the "word verification." There should be no hassle moving forward. Thanks for alerting me to this.
We're all impatiently waiting for your next installment, so just suck it up and write! (It's easy enough for dickhead me to say.) Well, if you're laughing and crying, then your head is definitely in the right place. Who wants passive, blase writing?
Your pushy fans and insolent children insist that you deliver their next meal on time!
"Your pushy fans and insolent children insist that you deliver their next meal on time!"
Thanks, I guess, but it's interesting that you put it that way, because I've long described my relationship with the professors at Case, Experts all, as them telling me to shut up and eat my Derrida. They'll be getting a chapter, let me tell you.
My eldest daughter once told me that I sometimes sound like Derrida. I tried to figure out what she meant, but failed. By way of explanation she just sent back, more or less, what I wrote to her. That didn't help much, but she and I get along well :)
Well, I wrote some cranky comments yesterday. I started the video over this morning, and found it actually fascinating, particularly the part about the dead eyes and the live eyes. And maybe, Rudy, I was just tired.
Stephanie: Just watched the reading for second time... terrific, enlightenment/endarkenment! At 2:30 P.M., I am taking lively 88-year old mother-in-law Florence to a WVIA sponsored "Polka Festival" at Mohegan Sun Casino. Am very tired from driving Camp Biscuit shuttle bus, will be hard to shed your clip's 3-sets of barren eyes while I watch cool Senior-Cats "shake it" to the Roll Out The Barrel! Thank you very much for this experience, will spread it around town.
interested in derrida comments. i've never read him, i think i did try once, it seems he was quite tanned? i thought him arrogant (no!) in some video i saw a few years back. funnily enough on my epic train journey today i read about 15 pages of a book i've never been able to read more than two of without drifting off--sartre's 'war diaries'. yes, a counterpunch top 100 non fiction book! no, i didn't get the recommendation there but got into sartre from 2008 when i visited my bro in chicago and his partner had a coffee table book of nelsen algren photos in which i saw one of simone de beauvoir's naked behind. i was hooked! i rushed to the denver library and found there 'transatlantic love affair', her letters to algren over their two year intense love affair. a great book. it brought the history of that period to life. anyway, that got me into sartre (i'm incidentally also very slowly reading my first algren book the past six months, the man with the golden arm, and sartre's nemesis i once read, celine). well, with all the academics on here i'm in over my head perhaps, though at heart if not actually body i too am an academic. would that i were. ta
not to say 'i once read celine', but 'i'm reading celine's long day's journey into night at the same slow pace as the golden arm, which i checked out at the same time. anyway, i read something online saying celine really, really hated sartre, one of my loves. well, boo hoo i guess and there you go!
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Well, Linh, as usual, with your posting of 7/17/15 and those of 7/15/15, you've done it again.
If I could sort some order from the jumble at the fuzzy boundary that fringes conscious thought, I'd say more.
Hi Rudy,
Thanks a lot! I'm working on a piece that will feature Stephanie.
Stephanie, "I am pretty net-addicted. I often need to be reminded that my body exists. As of late, it’s been good about reminding me itself. I have a vengeful lower intestine, all-too-often periods, problem skin, and mundanely flat feet. Not to mention the fact that I work with a fading 70-year-old man everyday, his mortality becoming more and more evident. Especially when he insists on driving: in which case my mortality is up for question as well. This is the first time I have been so close to this kind of regression and it is incredibly potent.
More privately: the reoccurring bruises on the back of my thighs allude to a number of things, but above all: a reminder of my own corpse and the other who loves it."
Linh
Hi Linh,
I look forward to the piece on Stephanie. Her "Liberated Reading of Chardin's The Ray" is spell binding. When you next see her, please tell her that.
What's with that 'select all images with a salad' verification? My selections clearly passed, but now I'm wondering whether any selection, including none, would have worked. I took it seriously, because I thought failure might ban me forever, or worse. After all, cops regularly kill people for no reason, so one can't be too suspicious.
Made me wonder.
Rudy
Linh:
I got about halfway through this and just could not take it anymore. Too much Derrida for me, at least this morning! Plus, I've been having one hell of a time writing about my broken body, brain included of course, in the nursing home. It's been all but unbearable these last days, remembering, crying and laughing like the mad old bitch I am.
Recently I came across some very old writing of mine from my botched academic career, attempt number two of four, all about embodiment and associations and such. There's an essay I wrote in there about Gertrude Stein's "Tender Buttons" which Heather McHugh wrote in the U of Wash's black book was the best Stein essay she'd ever read. (The black book recorded the professors' assessment of the students' work, and there were some pretty weird comments in there, like Hazard Adams', who complained I wasn't working as a disciple! Fuck Hazard Adams!) I used it when I applied to Case nearly twenty years later, and they loved it too, but at this point I can't make heads or tails of what I was babbling about. At the time, apparently, it all made sense to me. Go figure.
By the time I got around to submitting the previous comment, the time interval had expired - could be, I suppose, that some people turn into robots after a while. I know a few, but they've always seemed like robots to me.
In any case, I had to re-verify, so I got a chance to test your new verification system. Evidently one gets as many chances to retry as necessary, but relying on trial and error might never get past the gate, unless the number of choices (salads, hamburger, steak, ice-cream are the ones I encountered) is finite. But even if the number is finite, it could take a very long time.
I'm not complaining, and I have more than enough to do - but some of it I don't want to tackle.
Hi Rudy,
I didn't know there was a problem with posting comments, but I've just disabled the "word verification." There should be no hassle moving forward. Thanks for alerting me to this.
Linh
Hi Elizabeth,
We're all impatiently waiting for your next installment, so just suck it up and write! (It's easy enough for dickhead me to say.) Well, if you're laughing and crying, then your head is definitely in the right place. Who wants passive, blase writing?
Your pushy fans and insolent children insist that you deliver their next meal on time!
Linh
It's due on Wednesday, right? I AM sucking it up, and it sucks. I think you may be a sadist. But if the dogcatchers don't find me, I'll deliver.
I'm going to whip you good! Thank you, mama.
Linh:
"Your pushy fans and insolent children insist that you deliver their next meal on time!"
Thanks, I guess, but it's interesting that you put it that way, because I've long described my relationship with the professors at Case, Experts all, as them telling me to shut up and eat my Derrida. They'll be getting a chapter, let me tell you.
Hi Elizabeth,
My eldest daughter once told me that I sometimes sound like Derrida. I tried to figure out what she meant, but failed. By way of explanation she just sent back, more or less, what I wrote to her. That didn't help much, but she and I get along well :)
Rudy
Rudy:
I pity you.
Rudy et al:
Well, I wrote some cranky comments yesterday. I started the video over this morning, and found it actually fascinating, particularly the part about the dead eyes and the live eyes. And maybe, Rudy, I was just tired.
Stephanie: Just watched the reading for second time... terrific, enlightenment/endarkenment! At 2:30 P.M., I am taking lively 88-year old mother-in-law Florence to a WVIA sponsored "Polka Festival" at Mohegan Sun Casino. Am very tired from driving Camp Biscuit shuttle bus, will be hard to shed your clip's 3-sets of barren eyes while I watch cool Senior-Cats "shake it" to the Roll Out The Barrel! Thank you very much for this experience, will spread it around town.
THAT was truly fucking hilarious! i wipe tears from my eyes before i email this to my brother. WAY TO GO, STEPHANIE!
interested in derrida comments. i've never read him, i think i did try once, it seems he was quite tanned? i thought him arrogant (no!) in some video i saw a few years back. funnily enough on my epic train journey today i read about 15 pages of a book i've never been able to read more than two of without drifting off--sartre's 'war diaries'. yes, a counterpunch top 100 non fiction book! no, i didn't get the recommendation there but got into sartre from 2008 when i visited my bro in chicago and his partner had a coffee table book of nelsen algren photos in which i saw one of simone de beauvoir's naked behind. i was hooked! i rushed to the denver library and found there 'transatlantic love affair', her letters to algren over their two year intense love affair. a great book. it brought the history of that period to life. anyway, that got me into sartre (i'm incidentally also very slowly reading my first algren book the past six months, the man with the golden arm, and sartre's nemesis i once read, celine). well, with all the academics on here i'm in over my head perhaps, though at heart if not actually body i too am an academic. would that i were.
ta
not to say 'i once read celine', but 'i'm reading celine's long day's journey into night at the same slow pace as the golden arm, which i checked out at the same time. anyway, i read something online saying celine really, really hated sartre, one of my loves. well, boo hoo i guess and there you go!
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