Thursday, May 20, 2004

Am home. Don't know when I'll be seeing Jeremy again. He's graduating today. Have that strange, disjointed feeling one gets when one goes home. Should not count on getting too settled in; am going to Hong Kong on the 22nd, and coming home only on the 14th of June. Will get disjointed feeling again.

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

The Unexpected Party

(Malex is staying only three weeks in Maryland, and is then going back to California for some research program on retirement savings. He sucks.)

Malex, Janis and Lauren came over today to visit me, after getting thoroughly lost figuring out where to park, and delivered unto me a painting/ collage in acrylic with the words "Fuck Yeah!"

They inflicted donuts and cookies on me, played mancala/ read the questions off of my Trivial Pursuit cards.

Monday, May 17, 2004

Your Educational Link for the Day

Artemisia Gentileschi, an incredible female painter of the Renaissance/Baroque period. Truth is stranger than fiction.

Sunday, May 16, 2004

Saw Troy with Jeremy, Chris and Jose. I suppose you would like it, if you enjoy watching all the characters from the Iliad assraped repeatedly (figuratively, of course).

("I'm Agammemnon, I like conquering shit! I'm the villain! Yarrr!")

("I'm Achilles, I'm a big pussy! Boo hoo hoo! I'm secretly a kind and sensitive soul and I have a love interest!")

("I'm Helen, the most beautiful woman in all fo the Ancient World, but for some reason, contrary to every standard of classical beauty, I am as skinny as a stick. Every sign of the vivacious charisma and forceful presence that made me the most compelling woman in all of history will be removed until I am just a generic, pretty face as dull as dishwater and just as forgettable.")

("Let's kill off Agammemnon and Menelaus!")

("Let's remove every sign of intervention by the Greek Gods, every ounce of homoerotic tension between Achilles and Patroklos, and every actor who looks, speaks, or is actually Greek, or anything else remotely interesting...")

("Let's turn the Iliad into a politically-correct, modernist exploration of the human pysche, but with stock Hollywood character concepts!")

You'd think that people would realize that a poem that has survived for over 2000 years has done so for a reason, but no, they gotta go fuck with it.

Morons.

At least we get some good shots of Brad Pitt's butt.