Wednesday, August 28, 2002
 

Back from my first day of class as a grad student. It didn't last the whole period, mainly because people had done different amounts of different readings (gee, do you suppose that was because he failed to tell anyone the syllabus was available, placed several hundred pages of reading on reserve when the reserve room didn't open until today, and finally replaced those readings with supplementary readings that he never bothered mentioning?) and because he was cold. It was hard to tell anything about the class, mainly because of the present disorganization.

So, on to the big news: My phone book actually arrived today! I'm not in it, of course, but my friends the Willis-es are [see 8/27/02 7:30]. I actually considered swiping one from an unattended stack in an academic building. I had already scored a yellow pages, so now I have two of those. Reasonable offers accepted.

Product plug: I had an onion flavored (actually, it had pieces of actual onion in it) Boca burger for supper, and, let me tell you, it was tasty. Ketchup would have improved things considerably, but I neglected to purchase any. The irony of that is that normally I have somewhere in the neighborhood of 384965496 packets of fast food ketchup, but I decided to be noble when I moved out of the apartment, so I chunked them all (mostly because I never used them, anyway). And now that I actually needed them . . . Murphy [Murphy of Murphy's law; I and others in the know worship him as the vengeful god that he is] is laughing. I also didn't have any plain mustard, and sweet and spicy was not the ideal complement to a burger (though it is delicious on pretzels).

Whoa. Almost spilled my Diet Dr. Pepper. That would have been a bummer (especially since it would have landed on my modem, which is attractively placed on the coffee table).

Can anyone tell that I do NOT want to go read Kittler (sample: "Even if the alphabeticized individual of the 'writer' finally had to fall out of the private exteriority of his handwriting into the anonymous exteriority of print in order to secure beyond distance and death 'what is left of him and his propagation'-- alphabeticized individuals called 'readers' could nevertheless reverse those exteriorizations")?

Ok. Elvisette must go work now.

Elvisette philosophized at 7:12 PM