tonight my man and i have forsaken the world in favor of two side-by-side study carrels in the law library basement. we're under the earth's crust, i think, although i may just be feeling the cumulative effects of spending my work days in a simillar sub-sub-basement, in a beige cubicle, under a headset and some flourescent bulbs, nary a spark of natural light to be seen. i walked by a co-worker's desk today and saw a live plant, and my heart leapt. gotta get one. except i kill plants. see the three plants on the balcony for further information.
we're working tonight. he's working on torts. i'm working on my lectures for the coming weekend (17th and 18th century brit lit. the restoration and the romantics, all in one weekend. covering aphra behn's novella _oroonoko_, mary wollstonecraft's _vindication of the rights of woman_, s.t. coleridge's _rime of the ancient mariner_). really i'm blogging. but i'm here to work.
to facilitate work, i've purchased a can of coke for 65 cents. seemed really cheap to me. we pay a dollar for everything where i work, in the sub-sub-basement. anyway, its so quiet down here that i'm afraid to drink it because i will definitely need to belch, and there's absolutely no ambient noise to muffle me. also in the interest of facilitating work, i'm listening to some music from my college days, natalie merchant, "tigerlily." i love this cd. can i get an amen. here i go. sip of coke. we'll see what happens.
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say it plain, sister, say it plain. that IS a great cd. the other day i heard "jealousy" on the radio and i was struck again by what a great song that is. i love it. so good. so good. i wish i'd written it. but then, i don't think it's very true. there are no men out there that care to have literate women. only women that want literate men. seriously. almost all the reading guys i know go for non-reading women. it's like two readers is too much. there ARE expections. but i don't hardly know any guys that are attracted to women because they read. i just don't think it works like that. tell me if you think i'm wrong. but i don't think i'm wrong. i think i'm right. the fact that my classmate, ryan, knows t.s. eliot really well and isn't braggy about it will continue to charm me while he will continue to date girls (or maybe boys?) from bars because they highlight their hair. (as the result of a conversation that my mother and i once had, which i misconstrue on a regular basis, i like to use high lighted hair as the ultimate in attraction). oh well.
ja was diggin on this love machine because i was a reader/writer. in fact, he was going to move here based on that reason (plus a little of "i like the girl"). then his mom told him that it wasn't right to move to a city just to work on writing/discuss poetry and so he thought real hard about it and realized that he really wanted to move here to get me to marry him and then have lots of babies. hehe. but seriously, he was the one who introduced me to annie dillard & ts eliot. he was more diverse. i just loved the beats.
you need an easley. ha!
(there is a cousin jon...but he wants a latino girl)
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