I am not dead.

I am not dead. I just have a very very very very bad cold.

Graduation and PCP photos.

For all you REAL Geeks out there

How to install Linux...

...on a dead badger.

Also, the following:


It's an air raid!

In other news, just got done with the Love and Freedom poetry festival. Read some Cavafy. Much thanks to omegaserpent, without whom I would have butchered the Greek still more thoroughly. Also, why slam poetry? Just why?

Love,
Kerrick

Thesis Defended.

John got the ball first, and as usual sort of shot it off in some random direction, leaving the rest of us looking puzzled. His question was "Hoho, here's a passage from your thesis, which I liked quite a lot. (reads aloud.) And that reminds me rather of Catholic priests, who are a lot like gallae in that many of them are gay, and they are celibate, and they wear women's clothing! Hohoho! What do you have to say to that?"

"Well, um..."

The rest of the professors spent some time trying to get the ball back and show John where the goal was, while he continued to be amused. Uzi scored on "Why didn't you cite Bordieu?" (Answer: I hadn't read him yet; I made all that stuff up. But I couldn't say that because I'm sure we had a Bordieu reading in one of his classes, and I'm certainly supposed to have read him by now. So, new answer: "I'll add that, thanks.") David scored on "Explain the classical notion of sexuality." (My answer: Um... obviously it's not one monolithic social fact..." His answer: "Duality more about penetrator and penetrated, rather than gender." Oh, right. Sorry. Next question.) John scored on "I think there's a typo here where you left in a word that you meant to take out." (Answer: "Ah yes, so there is.")

At any rate, it went smoothly and was actually pretty fun. We've got about three quarters of it on video, which I'll probably put up on the web somewhere. And I'm graduating. Everyone should have to do a final project and defense for their BA/BS. Just a mild one so they feel accomplished at the end of it, and get to sit around feeling like the expert for once.

Today's the Day

My thesis defense is today. I'm excited. I have a speech. Go speech! Go getting slaughtered by professors! Yay!

God hates Fred.

So, I was at this party at my friend's house and I heard from someone that this guy named Fred is going around talking shit about me. Like, he's claiming to be this like SOOPER close friend of mine or something, and I've maybe said like two words to him or something like that? Anyway, he's been going around telling all these people that I like barely even KNOW that I hate them and want to fuck their shit up! I mean, how fucked up is that?

Anyway, for everyone out there-- if some dude named Fred tells you I hate you, it isn't true. He doesn't know me from Adam.

--God.

Baccalaureate!

So.

I have not been posting anything at all about my thesis, because it was consuming enough of my life as it was.

But I am now finished with it. At least until the bacc, which is Wednesday, May 11th, at noon, in the Cook Hall Conference Room. Come to it and you will be fed.

If talk of severed genitals will make you ill, you may wish to forgo the cookies until after.

Also, please have the vegetarian hecatomb outside. No taurobolia; the physical plant refuse to clean up any more bull's blood after that last one.

Oh, shit, I get it now!

So that's why I've been having such trouble with style lately. I'm writing in English.

I'd been wondering what had caused me to be so convinced that the correct usage is "goddess'" and not "goddess's," and why I keep wanting to put commas outside of quotations. And here I am with the Oxford Classical Dictionary in my lap, and that's exactly what they do. I've been writing in English, instead of American.

Well, at least now I know.