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Additionally, one of my friends keeps drunk IMing me and I'm pretty sure I could publish the collected drunk instant messages of shu*** and market them as an avant garde novel.
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| Armored bear conga line |
[21 Jun 2008|11:36pm] |
Tonight was the second of a two-for-two weekend Bat Mitzvah marathon. Last week's was charmingly unconventional--it was a toast rather than a dance party, and although the endless speeches about the strong women of the X family became tiresome after a while it was a touching idea. This one, however, reached new heights of Jewish gluttony and embarrassment in its conventionality. The mildly distressed-looking waiters drifted through the room with hors d'oeuvres trays piled high with grilled cheese sandwich halves, pigs in blankets, mini pizzas and potstickers.
When it came time for the buffet, mildly distressed-looking guests drifted among tables covered in mini hamburgers, pungent asparagus and uninspiring penne. Many appeared slightly puffy from their cocktails and comfort food appetizers, but that didn't stop us from piling our plates high and finishing the little baggies of Broadway themed M&Ms on our place settings. Also in keeping with the (extremely typical) Broadway theme, our night's entertainment was a series of painfully off-key karaoke performances with intermittent cuts from Hairspray.
The theme ebbed slightly at the middle of the party, when the DJ put on the Horah and four strong men lifted each member of the honored family in turn on chairs. After a slightly drunken round of Mayim, "Hot Hot Hot" came on to a cheer of recognition. As three quarters of the room rushed into formation, a cousin of the Bat Mitzvah slowly stepped backward and shook her head, cocktail in hand. "No way. I do not do conga lines."
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| Germany blog |
[25 May 2008|11:03pm] |
I'm going to be keeping a blog in Germany. I started it a while ago but I feel like now is the proper time to unveil it. The school year is drawing to a close and as soon as I'm in California it'll be pre-Europe rush time. Lots of phrase books and packing and suitcases and shit. So here you go:
http://hausderdeutschenkunst.wordpress.com
If you want a postcard e-mail me your summer address (rachel(dot)berkowitz(at)gmail(dot)com).
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| Yo baby |
[19 May 2008|01:36am] |
There is now no ice zu brechen.
Nighty night.
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[05 Mar 2008|09:47am] |
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Hey, it's the end-quarter crazies! HEY! ISN'T THIS FUN! WHERE IS MY COFFEE.
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[25 Feb 2008|12:19pm] |
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I don't understand video art.
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| Treatises on one subject |
[21 Feb 2008|11:16pm] |
I'm no fascist, but there are some things that should stay white, like my Rasputin t-shirt. What the hell, people?
It's one thing to lose a sock in the dryer. It's a completely different thing when that sock is a perfect black cashmere blend.
None of this would be a problem if I still lived in California, where everything is always perfect.
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| Did you know? |
[19 Feb 2008|08:39pm] |
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I have three blogs, on three different "blogging services". They're all registered under different names and deal with different subjects. I bet you DIDN'T KNOW!
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| FLAG |
[18 Feb 2008|10:15am] |
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My FLAG statement is so horrible. It's a like an essay about a book I didn't read. I wouldn't give me a grant after reading it. Urgh. Additionally and perhaps more pertinently, blueberries are disgusting when you heat them up, but delicious cold. How is this?
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| My house plant |
[12 Feb 2008|10:38am] |
My house plant just froze to death. I have this awesome twisted bamboo stalk that I keep in a 200 mL Erlenmeyer flask (an approximate image for the confused). It lives on the windowsill because that's where it gets the most sun. It's been thriving in this wasteland for the past seven months, but lately it's been getting a case of the old "yellow stalk". Last night I left the window cracked open so that my demonic radiator wouldn't suffocate me in the night, and when I woke up the floor was covered in water, the bamboo was completely yellow, and its roots were suspended in an Erlenmeyer flask-shaped cone of ice. The flask itself had shattered, but its pieces remained assembled in the correct positions until I tried to pick it up.
ISN'T THAT WEIRD?
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[08 Feb 2008|04:03am] |
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You're not who you know. You're not even who you like. You're when you finish your essays, which you don't. Just because they each have 35 doesn't mean I can't have 235. Definitions are relative. Hry orm. er,bv
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[05 Feb 2008|01:27am] |
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I just ordered a computer, guys. Finally, a computer! I've never had one of those before.
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[03 Feb 2008|11:21pm] |
There is a chair in Brandon's room. It's a nice chair. It's huge and off-white, with vertical stripes of alternating stitching in the same thread. The stripes almost look like a series of panels in relief. In 20th Century Art, Christine talked about de Stijl and early Bauhaus artists' use of panels of color as a counterpoint to architectural form. In a famous de Stijl project, Cafe de l'Aubette, one of the artists enhanced the paint's prominence in a room by applying paint on panels in relief and leaving other parts of the wall blank. I think it looked horrible, but then I don't like de Stijl.
The point is, Brandon and I organized his room today. It was rewarding. I feel good about it. This chair has never been available for occupation by human beings before. I have an essay to write for tomorrow on Don Quixote, and I'm not quite sure how to approach it. I have nothing I really want to say in response to the prompts. I'm sure I'll come up with something though. My Don Quixote class is great. The lectures bring up topics ranging from hermeneutic dissonance to the four humors. It's fantastic. My favorite digression so far has been one on the Ages of Man, a Greek historians' tradition of classification. I just wish I could talk about how cool Hesiod is rather than trying to distill a specific meaning from such a rich novel.
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| Are you serious, shithead? |
[27 Dec 2007|02:42am] |
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( Year in Reeeeeview )
Oh and I forgot why I came here in the first place: GOING ABROAD IS GOING TO BE MUCH MORE EXPENSIVE THAN I HAD EARLIER ANTICIPATED.
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| Careful, Sam |
[06 Dec 2007|05:16pm] |
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You're gonna choke on that pickle.
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| Survey |
[06 Dec 2007|02:54pm] |
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Does anyone know anything about waffles.fm or what.cd (particularly, where could I get an invite)?
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| Ten pages in seven hours |
[04 Dec 2007|02:19am] |
CAN IT BE DONE?
Also I'm like .4 over the healthy weight BMI and I have to lose like three pounds or I'm going to die of heart failure before I turn 35. My life. is. hopeless.
Coffee is totally effective.
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| Spponbread |
[02 Dec 2007|03:24pm] |
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Most magical food ever: spoonbread. It separates into layers as if by magic.
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| N.O. |
[20 Nov 2007|11:00pm] |
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I am throwing away my Treo and using a Google Calendar and a notebook. I am switching from Verizon to AT&T. I am keeping appointments. I am going to classes. I am making my bed. I am doing my homework. I am working 15 hours a week. I am reading everything. I am giving myself time to think. I am going for runs every other day. I am respecting the power of a beautiful user interface.
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| Pro/con |
[20 Nov 2007|05:11pm] |
Pro: I ate four cookies this morning so I could avoid having to eat all day! Still not hungry = success.
Con: Sosc.
Pro: Marx.
Con: Ex-
Pro: Wrestler
Con: di
Pro: duce
Con: fluence
Pro: fit
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