tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65183602011-11-04T01:53:20.215-04:00Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.comBlogger1671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1164913137270566262006-11-30T13:55:00.000-05:002007-01-01T16:54:37.600-05:00

My grandmother's funeral was the third time I had been in a synagogue. The first was for my grandfather's yahrzeit. It seemed I must have been at temple the year before for his funeral, but apparently not— and no wonder. My grandmother had had him cremated. I'll never be sure if it was because she was being practical and saving money, or if anger built up over their fifty-some-odd years of

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1156108207907306812006-08-20T17:07:00.000-04:002006-08-20T17:10:07.923-04:00

The sun is shining, the breeze is warm, and new residents are moving in. Above all else, a song is in the air......the song of the sororities celebrating rush weeks.I'd forgotten how terribly annoying these two or three weeks of the year are. I would hang myself from the balcony but it just makes so much more sense to hang the screeching fiends...

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1152508416100525142006-07-10T01:12:00.000-04:002006-07-10T01:13:36.116-04:00

Wilde house, on the roof, with candles. Beautiful. Blessings on the happy brides; long may they live in love.Dammit I'm going all squishy.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1150319104368658262006-06-14T16:58:00.000-04:002006-06-14T17:05:04.386-04:00

My groupmates had literally finished putting the final touches on our "model" while I wolfed down a long-overdue lunch at 3:59. We made it to class at 4:00 on the dot, and I pulled out some notes to go over while the first group presented. As I sat down, the professor approached me warily. "I have a favor to ask you," she began."You're going to make us go first," I joked."Yes."Shit.I am so glad

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1148953448719411982006-05-29T21:03:00.000-04:002006-05-29T21:44:08.746-04:00

I had a second date with a gorgeous gay gentleman. We went to MoAD, which did not live up to my expectations for reasons I'll get into in a minute, but we again enjoyed one another's company, which continues to astonish me because he is way way too cool and with it to like me.Which leads me into the other thing I've been thinking about a lot.Cluster C personality disorders include disorders of

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1147725483027916342006-05-15T16:34:00.000-04:002006-05-15T16:38:03.046-04:00

I'm mostly through it. I'm tired, and there is still some anger on both sides, but otherwise I'm well-recovering. I have a lot of work to do this quarter and it's wearing me down. Between that and having a hard time getting motivated to do stuff, the things I need to get done this week, minimally, look absolutely overwhelming.And yet I'm losing myself in social activities as well. But I need that

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1146714555944784122006-05-03T23:12:00.000-04:002006-05-03T23:49:15.963-04:00

I must not give until I know that I am giving wisely.I must not ask until I know that I am asking honestly.I must not speak until I know that I am speaking truthfully.I must not help until I know what help is needed.I must not serve until I know I am serving the need of another, not one of my own.I must not act until I know my actions serve the role that has been asked of me.I must give my

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1146500514965867592006-05-01T12:17:00.000-04:002006-05-01T12:21:54.980-04:00

I've done wrong.Having done wrong it is my responsibility to make it as right as I can.There is no way I can see available to me to do this.I've done wrong and the only way I can see to stop hurting is to fix it.I can't fix it.Therefore all I can do is hurt and hurt and hurt in little, ever-tightening circles like coils of rope.I wish I could at least believe that my very hurting served some kind

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1144956733688395692006-04-13T15:31:00.000-04:002006-04-13T15:32:13.696-04:00

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1144866593118417952006-04-12T14:29:00.000-04:002006-04-12T14:29:53.136-04:00

April 10, 2006An Open Letter to the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Community:We are a group of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) people of color who work in the LGBT movement. We are writing to you in response to Jasmyne Cannick’s article "Gays First, Then Illegals”, which ran in The Advocate, in which she, a black lesbian, argues that she cannot support the current battle for

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1142842961252559252006-03-20T03:16:00.000-05:002006-03-20T03:22:41.263-05:00

So that's that. No longer "youth" by any stretch. Not yet old enough to be venerable. This is the period in my life where I'm sort of just me without any age categories, until I'm... what? 35, I'm guessing? I'm trying to decide if that's liberating or depressing. But I do, suddenly, feel too old to be a student. And sometimes I worry that I'm too old to be living in a co-op with a bunch of

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1140721938607917002006-02-23T14:08:00.000-05:002006-02-23T14:12:18.623-05:00

...talked for a very long time about many things, in an incredibly disjointed style. I think he had been asked to speak about a great many things he couldn't really make fit together very well. Some of what he said was useful, like the information he gave about disability rights, organizing, and activism. Much of the rest of it was the stories about the Kennedys he'd been begged for. I wasn't all

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I am finally able to take some downtime. My second job (more time, less hourly, nicer people, more fun) has ended, and I can focus on school a bit more, house things a bit more, and myself a lot more.Getting the love thing sorted has been priority. Because I know myself reasonably well, or at least well enough to know that at this stage I tend to get a little overenthusiastic. Good talking has

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1138582151144115972006-01-29T19:26:00.000-05:002006-01-29T19:49:11.186-05:00

I've been so busy in the last week. I've worked much harder than I'm used to just to be in all the places I'm supposed to be and get done even half of what I'm supposed to have done. It's been really hard to keep up. But I've been okay. Once the major house trauma was sorted— and let me confess my awareness that while it's as sorted as it's going to get, there's no guarantee the person concerned

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1138053893269600232006-01-23T16:43:00.000-05:002006-01-23T17:04:53.340-05:00

To recap my holidays:I drove with Rew to Florida, although he did most of the driving. It was astonishingly not a terrible ordeal, except for traffic in Texas, fog in Texas, and Texas in Texas. The holidays were pleasant and I enjoyed seeing my family again, and those friends I could round up from Sarasota. Then I flew back and arrived at Wilde House at 11pm New Years' Eve. There was, of course,

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1134634729029659422005-12-15T03:12:00.000-05:002005-12-15T03:18:49.040-05:00

I did not know someone could get pneumothorax in one lung from having pneumonia in the other.My housemate is in hospital in Oakland, and I'm not sure how long she is going to be there. She will be okay, eventually, but she will have to have all kinds of uncomfortable procedures first– something she is regrettably used to. Fortunately, we were able to get her to a hospital where there are doctors

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1134515086524971722005-12-13T18:00:00.000-05:002005-12-13T18:04:46.533-05:00

We leave on the 18th, Rew and I, and we'll be driving until we get there, with stops as necessary. So I estimate the 22nd. I'll probably fly back to Cali on New Years' Eve. If anyone who will be in or can get to the general Tampa-Sarasota area, or if you are a very special person in the Miami region (you know who you are) during that time, email me before I leave at kereth at gmail dot com and

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1133936069314516012005-12-07T01:13:00.000-05:002005-12-07T01:14:29.326-05:00

My big sister got tenure! Awesome!Now, we implement phase two of our plan to turn Oxford into a radical queer paganish hippy paradise!...er, I was not supposed to say that out loud, was I?

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It is entirely not Johnny's fault that I find house parties severely, unutterably, mindwarpingly depressing. No, the responsibility for that condition is all my own.However, acknowledging this requires that I first acknowledge the depths of depression triggered by house parties, and that I am unwilling to do. So, hypothetically speaking, if I were to be embarrassingly, heartbreakingly,

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1133484674970365902005-12-01T15:39:00.000-05:002005-12-01T19:51:15.016-05:00

Racism, like transphobia, is an issue of people's bodies being used as an excuse to categorize them. This does not mean that it is well and good to say that transphobia is "the new racism" or any of that shit. Racism isn't over, for one thing, and for another, there are a lot of important differences— people of color don't usually stop looking like people of color after a course of hormones and

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1132359015180119192005-11-18T18:52:00.000-05:002005-11-18T19:10:15.190-05:00

I've had two promising job interviews recently, so I'm not quite as depressed as I had been about the job search the last week or so. And I think I'm in a good place, in that while I'm quite pleased about these two prospects, if neither of them works out I feel confident that I can find something else worthwhile. It may take me some time, but I'm hanging in there. I've also started some voice

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1131835160104774952005-11-12T17:26:00.000-05:002005-11-12T17:39:20.116-05:00

...that aluminum foil helmets actually amplify radio signals reserved for the government and large corporations. MIT scholars conclude that THEY are responsible for propagating the notion that aluminum foil hats protect against mind controlling radio signals, in order that those most likely to attempt to combat them be misled into augmenting them instead.Among a fringe community of paranoids,

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1131072500800919732005-11-03T21:47:00.000-05:002005-11-03T21:48:20.813-05:00

That is all.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1131065819946581082005-11-03T19:55:00.000-05:002005-11-03T19:56:59.960-05:00

But that's okay. Because 40+ hours a week is too much to commit to while I'm in a MA program.But damn I would have liked it.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1130868933942059262005-11-01T13:07:00.000-05:002005-11-01T13:15:33.953-05:00

It is the day of the dead, when the year too dies. Happy New Year, all who celebrate it now. Waes eow hal, all spirits of those who have passed, all wights of the land, all Gods.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1129499326806857762005-10-16T17:47:00.000-04:002005-10-17T23:29:03.333-04:00

Separatism is good, apparently.I expect this sort of thing out of Chris Crain, but I didn't expect to hear his views uncritically endorsed by Maria of Daily Dose of Queer. Was I just being naive?Here's the comment which I tried posting. Apparently the commenting system works with no browser known to human kind, however— or just not for people who disagree.I find this editorial disingenuous. "

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1129189489376549812005-10-13T03:27:00.000-04:002005-10-13T03:44:50.170-04:00

The press opening for the DeYoung Museum was a qualified success. There are still a few kinks to be worked out— lights to be put up, objects to be mounted, etc.— before the grand opening Saturday, and much of the landscape was still in final polish stages, but that's to be expected.Here's what I found impressive, of the very little bit I got to see:The building. Okay, yes, it's postpostmodern.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1128737410166310372005-10-07T22:10:00.000-04:002005-10-07T22:10:10.220-04:00

...at least I can die happy knowing I impressed the hell out of the people at the ice cream parlor.So I'm likely to be serving gelatto for almost no money for 30 hrs a week until I find something better. All right. Maybe I'll learn Italian while I'm there, and free gelatto is nothing to sneer at.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1128495724371117982005-10-05T02:58:00.000-04:002005-10-05T03:02:04.376-04:00

This one, eh. I'm not so keen. See, it's at a laser hair removal clinic. The ad just said "medical clinic", so I didn't know. I'm pretty sure they want someone more, um, chickish. Or at least someone who doesn't look like a woman with some barely-noticeable stubble.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1128219698122686442005-10-01T22:21:00.000-04:002005-10-01T22:21:38.180-04:00

Too bad they didn't want to hire me anyway. Back at square one. The anxiety is really killing me.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1127842354361073362005-09-27T13:32:00.000-04:002005-09-27T13:32:34.396-04:00

I have a job interview Thursday, with a non-profit publishing company specializing in the history and culture of Native Californian peoples. I'm rather excited about it. It is a full-time position at $12/hr, and I think that I just might be qualified for it. I also have talked to another company I might have an interview with next week. Crossing my fingers.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1127670244911580252005-09-25T13:43:00.000-04:002005-09-25T13:44:04.916-04:00

I had such an amazing night last night. Details are far too incendiary for this blog, however. Suffice it to say that Folsom will be anticlimactic.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1126938249750815082005-09-17T02:16:00.000-04:002005-09-17T02:24:09.756-04:00

So my jaw has been killing me; I must have clenched it in my sleep really badly and it hurts like a sonovabitch. Someone online said making a fish face helps, and sure enough, it is easing the pain somewhat. I've been putting in job applications. I put in about ten in the last two days, and I'll be doing more this weekend and really getting into the swing of things next week.I had a "date" with

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1126804079937199542005-09-15T13:06:00.000-04:002005-09-15T19:00:45.783-04:00

Well, I had a job.At least, I was pretty sure I had one. Daniel seemed to like me, told me I was hired. But he just called me and let me know that him telling me I was hired did not, in fact, mean that I was hired, and that his boss overruled me. Great. So now I do not in fact have a job. Fucking hell. I guess I have to depend on getting something from JFKU, and that like right now.Hell.Update:

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1126460638594789102005-09-11T13:43:00.000-04:002005-09-11T15:24:33.156-04:00

It's great to have someone to fantasize about again. Even if he's a newly-met crush.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1126022831877354072005-09-06T12:07:00.000-04:002005-09-06T12:07:11.920-04:00

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Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1125870218169276322005-09-04T17:43:00.000-04:002005-09-04T17:43:38.173-04:00

The student co-operative is really cool.I had some reservations about living here because I thought it would be full of New College hippies. But the people here are really nice, and that great combination of idealistic and with it that evidently somehow happens in Berkeley. I mean it, it's all like organized and stuff and people do their weekly chores and there are house meetings that get things

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1125729228896611882005-09-03T02:33:00.000-04:002005-09-03T02:33:48.933-04:00

A summary of my cross-country road trip:We ended up leaving on the fourteenth. We left around eight thirty and stopped in Gainesville to hear Jakob's friend Joe preach at the MCC church there. It was an outstanding sermon, one I really enjoyed hearing. The message was about a time that Jesus screwed up in not being accepting enough of outsiders, and how he realized his error and fixed it. Rev.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1123856442113768482005-08-12T10:19:00.000-04:002005-08-12T10:20:42.126-04:00

I will be uncontactable by email for at least ten days. If any of my close friends need to talk to me, you can reach me by cell phone (although roaming charges are a bitch and a half). Love and Rockets,Kerrick

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1123047432867557002005-08-03T01:18:00.000-04:002005-08-03T01:37:12.873-04:00

Hm. I do seem to avoid putting personal stuff on this journal. And while that's fine— online journals have different boundaries— I suspect that means it's not really serving a purpose. So okay, I can fix that. Read on at own risk.I had been walling myself off, I thought, for too long to ever break those walls down. I thought the answer to that was to seek out someone else, someone I wouldn't feel

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1122665495406307902005-07-29T15:27:00.000-04:002005-07-29T15:31:35.413-04:00

Last night, chai and talk at Sacred Grounds with Marcus and Rew. A good time was had by... me at least. At some point between August 5th and August 10th there will be a giveaway party at the Tree House. That is, I want to see all my friends before I leave, so come to the party. I bribe you with things I can't keep because of moving. Come to party.I am making up the guest list. If you for some

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1122525594364018082005-07-28T00:37:00.000-04:002005-07-28T00:39:54.370-04:00

Today has been a day of detachment. I'm not quite sure what's been up with me, but whatever it is, it hasn't had very much to do with real life. I've got a couple of damp-heat related health problems going on, which hopefully I can clear up soon. Other than that, I'm just packing and preparing for major life-changing event after major life-changing event, nothing special. Do you suppose I could

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1121966219933160412005-07-21T13:16:00.000-04:002005-07-21T13:16:59.940-04:00

Oh for fuck's sake.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1121081894955920352005-07-11T07:12:00.000-04:002005-07-11T07:38:15.013-04:00

Warren Ellis' blog had this story: Americans are saps. Londoners respond, "Thank you for all your good wishes. Now FUCK OFF!"Which really does describe what so many love about that city.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1120748173834979622005-07-07T10:51:00.000-04:002005-07-07T10:56:13.840-04:00

Stop fucking blowing up cities and killing people you tired fucks.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1120416846627582122005-07-03T14:53:00.000-04:002005-07-03T14:54:06.636-04:00

Finished reading The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov a long while ago now. This was an important moment because it was the first occasion upon which reading a work of Russian literature was a relaxing, enjoyable experience for me. That includes reading the "great books in comic book form" version of Great Expectations when I was ten, at my father's behest. I shouldn't comment too much on

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1119385031493945362005-06-21T16:12:00.000-04:002005-06-21T16:17:11.506-04:00

Damn it. My neck hasn't hurt this badly since-- well, let's just say it wasn't the last car accident I was in but probably a few before that. I only slept on it wrong. Jeezus. I'm icing it now. Maybe I should call my friendly neighborhood acupuncturist. I'm afraid to let anyone do anything to it because of the topical medication which could transfer to others. Father's day was great and yesterday

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1118979055926223752005-06-16T23:26:00.000-04:002005-06-16T23:30:55.930-04:00

Look, it's not that I blame you for looking for free internet access. Not at all. I would totally be doing that myself, probably.But jeezis, you slowed down my connection to a crawl, dudes. And that's just not cool. It's nice that I have friends who can show me how to ban you from my network. And you know what? Since it just started happening, and a bunch of nice college students have moved in

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1118729335288160832005-06-14T01:57:00.000-04:002005-06-14T02:08:55.293-04:00

It's not running interference I dislike. Heck, I'd be really miffed if someone was needed to run interference and I wasn't asked. No. It's feeling like running interference is futile that I dislike.I like all my friends. I like them when they're sleeping together, I like them when they're not sleeping together. I like them when they get along well, and I like them when they disagree. I have faith

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1118347941447994192005-06-09T16:07:00.000-04:002005-06-09T16:12:21.456-04:00

All righty then. I'm in Florida again, which is good for my 'hunting for summer work' prospects, and for spending time with those friends of mine who live here. I saw my future house in Berkeley, and some of the people who are moving out of there, and they are very cool. I look forward to being there. I think it will rock. The neighborhood is cool-- it's very close to frat row, in fact the house

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1118076921932637402005-06-06T12:50:00.000-04:002005-06-06T12:55:21.950-04:00

I am in San Francisco now at my home here. I am having to go to jury duty because as some of you probably know, I moved to San Francisco last year. Only problem was, I was still supposed to be in Florida for the summer, working.So I bought a ticket home and one back to Florida, so I can get back there and find a job ASAP. But, and this is totally my fault, I didn't realize that I needed to plan

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1117647840785873542005-06-01T13:38:00.000-04:002005-06-01T13:44:00.806-04:00

I dreamed of a sort of experimental erotic ballet Phantom of the Opera, where the action took place around the audience, as if the audience were in the center of a surreal labyrinth. Dancers appeared and disappeared around them with the aid of lights, mirrors, and scrims. The audience was allowed to stand and walk around in the center area. One way mirrors blocked them from the dancers, but these

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1117481548931130062005-05-30T15:26:00.000-04:002005-05-30T15:32:28.936-04:00

I am not dead. I just have a very very very very bad cold.Graduation and PCP photos.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1116206585462757902005-05-15T21:18:00.000-04:002005-05-15T21:23:05.466-04:00

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

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1115922079416422752005-05-12T14:10:00.000-04:002005-05-12T14:21:19.423-04:00

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

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1115818754043342912005-05-11T09:37:00.000-04:002005-05-11T09:39:14.046-04:00

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

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1115483978179029652005-05-07T12:35:00.000-04:002005-05-07T12:39:38.183-04:00

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

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1115187215340206092005-05-04T02:09:00.000-04:002005-05-04T02:13:35.346-04:00

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

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1114997159055369572005-05-01T21:23:00.000-04:002005-05-01T21:25:59.056-04:00

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

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1114671003854849672005-04-28T02:48:00.000-04:002005-04-28T02:50:03.856-04:00

Don't reverse-engineer the pseudozombie virus. Thank you very much.Sincerely,The World.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1114661453009481202005-04-28T00:10:00.000-04:002005-04-28T00:10:53.010-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } jess&rew8cu.JPG, originally uploaded by kerrick adrian. My Fetish Ball pics are up. They are limited in scope, because I was doing a lot during Fetish Ball besides taking pictures. But if you are one of the

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1114447348584490172005-04-25T12:36:00.000-04:002005-04-25T12:42:28.586-04:00

South Carolina lege values chickens over women; story at eleven.Sample quote from the article: Rep. Altman spoke about domestic violence, "There ought not to be a second offense. The woman ought to not be around the man. I mean you women want it one way and not another. Women want to punish the men, and I do not understand why women continue to go back around men who abuse them. And I've asked

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1113762454812279212005-04-17T14:26:00.000-04:002005-04-17T14:27:34.813-04:00

Oxyrhynchus payrii!!!!!! yesyesYES!!!

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1113259482270907302005-04-11T17:59:00.000-04:002005-04-11T18:44:42.273-04:00

Okay. I have a place to live.I just got word from USCA that I have a place to live in the fall. And in the Oscar Wilde House, to boot. Rock! Now. Is it wisest for me to take this?It's a little over $600 a month, including utilities and bulk groceries. This is pretty cheap.I will be living in a small room, probably with one other person. This may cause me to have to confront body issues.I will

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1113243318540309662005-04-11T14:15:00.000-04:002005-04-11T14:15:18.540-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Empty Hats 1, originally uploaded by kerrick adrian. Many people start out by dressing at Ren Faires occasionally, and then go full time, and eventually transition to SCAdian.SCAdians feel they are more "

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1113193904544651012005-04-11T00:31:00.000-04:002005-04-11T00:31:44.543-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Empty Hats 4, originally uploaded by kerrick adrian. I took a full memory card almost entirely of Empty Hats. Here is one example. Alas, these photos, my fond memories, and of course the two new CDs will

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1113136982413184362005-04-10T08:32:00.000-04:002005-04-10T08:43:02.413-04:00

I got me some thesis done last night— at least I revised a lot of the shit I'd already done and I feel better and better about it. I am going to faire today and I will work more when I get back. Have tax forms to sign at my folks' house. Last night was also a meeting for the DMs for the FB. I was pleased with how that went. Mishakitty was there. We talked a little bit about technique and safety

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1113113041992374712005-04-10T01:40:00.000-04:002005-04-10T02:04:01.993-04:00

You know, it was a convenient rule. Don't try to be honest with people when they're hurting. Be supportive first, constructive later. Well, I broke it tonight in a bad way.If it's a mistake, the universe will give me a chance to fix it, or to learn from it if it's unfixable. If it wasn't, it'll do some good when the sting wears off. Probably it was both a mistake and not a mistake, and some good

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1112835584011514452005-04-06T20:57:00.000-04:002005-04-06T21:01:34.426-04:00

...which will allow people to beat the shit out of anyone they "perceive to be a threat". Comic here.Article here.(Thanks, go_team_venture)

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1112831210797730442005-04-06T19:34:00.000-04:002005-04-06T19:46:50.800-04:00

...tranny feels uncomfortable and goes home. In other news... the sun!I feel really bad about it. But I felt so MASSIVELY uncomfortable with the idea of sitting for an hour while someone talked about "female orgasm" and "women's vaginas" and "her clitoris". It reminded me that I am trans and it still hurts and it is very sucky, no matter how cool life is in general at the minute. I wanted so much

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1112749388764300502005-04-05T20:59:00.000-04:002005-04-05T21:03:08.766-04:00

I'm in.Marjorie Schwarzer, the director of the program, called me right after they finished their meeting. She seemed very excited to have me and said my application made a very favorable impression. She was very friendly, as was the assistant director when I interviewed with him, so I'm pleased to be going to JFKU instead of SFSU. SFSU's director seemed really pretty cold on the phone.I am

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1112581923544566842005-04-03T22:23:00.000-04:002005-04-03T22:32:03.546-04:00

I just had about two days of utter euphoria, followed by a day of feeling really drained. That sounds manic, right? I don't think the cause was chemical, though. Is there such a thing as situational mania?I met with my friend from high school, whose name is now Jakob. He is awesome. He is fit and gorgeous, if I'm allowed to say that about an old friend, and he's got the glow of love around him

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1112370149653597722005-04-01T10:37:00.000-05:002005-04-01T10:42:29.653-05:00

How could I have been so stupid? They were right all along. I'm not really transgendered, I've just been deluding myself. Actually my body is infested with Thetans.Dianetics has shown me that the real reason I am unhappy is that I am infested with all these body thetans, the aliens which cling to our pure and powerful energy structures and drag us down. Thetans are the cause of all ills.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1112076056425619942005-03-29T00:45:00.000-05:002005-03-29T01:00:56.426-05:00

Got back in touch with an old friend of mine from high school, who has transitioned. I can't wait to see him; we should be able to get together sometime this weekend. Plus, he is moving to SF in November, so I can hang out with him and his boyfriend. I am thrilled!In other news, I have a scrip, and I should be starting next week sometime. I feel much better about things. The euphoria has settled

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1111604765084848122005-03-23T14:02:00.000-05:002005-03-23T14:06:05.086-05:00

I just got off the phone with Dr. MacGregor of JFKU's Museum Studies program. He's such a nice guy. The program sounds great. I'm so extremely excited about it. I should find out after April fifth if I'm in.I'm definitely going there, even if I need to wait a year or two to get in or to be able to pay for it. It sounds like this program is all about working to change the institution of The Museum

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1111527603335459922005-03-22T16:26:00.000-05:002005-03-22T16:40:03.336-05:00

So. Starting from Friday.I went out to eat with Mom, for her birthday. We had a good time. I had a good steak. She had a free steak.That night I had a nightmare that she had been murdered because of me. The following day I went to Ren Faire. I was frustrated because of my inability to be supportive of certain ones, I snapped unforgiveably at certain other ones, and otherwise it was an okay

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1111080070716817072005-03-17T12:10:00.001-05:002005-03-17T12:21:10.716-05:00

...that are sequels to other dreams you had months or years ago?A long time ago I had a dream where I went to Ireland, this particular part of Ireland I'm not really sure where it is, and I borrowed a horse to ride around because the roads weren't really fit for cars and I didn't have one anyway. Well, as it was getting late I realized I didn't have anyplace to pasture the horse. So I came upon

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1110776510207900802005-03-13T23:04:00.000-05:002005-03-14T00:01:50.210-05:00

This time last year I was:Also celebrating my birthday at Ren FaireAlso needing to clean my roomStill feeling "boy"Still being an asshole about my insecurities about my genderCalling myself te/ta/teirInventing Serendipity Blackened ChickenThe following month Erin visited, and I will likely be seeing her again soon. In May I wrote angsty gothy poetry about my gender issues and had Freudian dreams

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1110555500292450662005-03-11T10:37:00.000-05:002005-03-11T10:38:20.293-05:00

...for me to kick the message board habit. Except, you know, for the ones I moderate.Or at least take a break for awhile.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1110257075872455322005-03-07T23:40:00.000-05:002005-03-07T23:44:35.873-05:00

I went and got my blood glucose measured today. After poking me about fifty thousand times they got a reading-- a fasting level of 220. I was in fits. Then they sent me for a urine test and then poked me some more. My urine was fine, but when they managed to get a second reading it was again 220. I left to go get food (because at that point I was about to pass out) and as I was eating the nurse

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1109782939844132232005-03-02T12:01:00.000-05:002005-03-02T12:02:19.846-05:00

...they think you're doing the right thing.Recommendation from therapist: check.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1109691880146974692005-03-01T10:32:00.000-05:002005-03-01T10:44:40.146-05:00

I have an appointment with Mary tomorrow, to try and get a letter for hormones.I'm rather scared.Add to that the one or two days a week for the last week and a half I seem to be having excessive thirst all day that water won't do anything for, and you have a very scared boy here.I'll have to ask the doc to check me out for diabetes while I'm there. Luckily he also happens to be a diabetes

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1109201909125542542005-02-23T18:31:00.000-05:002005-02-23T18:41:05.856-05:00

I wrote this recently in response to a question about what it means to me to be a woman or a man, and what it means to become one or the other:I am not changing into a man. I was not always a man in a woman's body. To me, manhood and womanhood are constructed. The portions of my identity which are closely related to my body, my sexual orientation, and those social characteristics which people

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1108964548338441492005-02-21T00:40:00.000-05:002005-02-21T00:42:28.340-05:00

You robbed us of the one person capable of chronicling the age of misrule with sanity and humor. God bless you, you bastard. Mahalo.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1108768832989467512005-02-18T18:10:00.000-05:002005-02-18T18:20:32.990-05:00

Dear Sir:You left your car outside my apartment for ten minutes with your car stereo blaring at a truly distracting volume. You left your car unattended and with the keys inside, with all windows open. Your taste in corporate radio, by the way, leaves something to be desired.I did leave a note upon your windshield requesting, in rather curt terms, that you be more considerate in the future.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1108667280823426742005-02-17T13:07:00.000-05:002005-02-17T14:08:00.983-05:00

Here's the rundown on my trip to The City:We had to get Rew's models there somehow. After spending an hour on the phone with the TSA, who assured me that yes, a sealed box full of foam-cor models held together by perhaps a round dozen one-inch pins was an imminent threat to national security, truth, justice, and American morals, I ran to his house to grab the models and try to pack them somehow.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1107143706957508642005-01-30T22:35:00.000-05:002005-01-30T22:55:06.956-05:00

On the way out of Ovid's Metamorphoses at the Florida Studio Theatre, I providentially found a section of ivy just long enough to make a wreath for my head. Dionysus has something to say to me. Probably that he enjoyed the play and found it a fitting tribute. If you haven't heard of this particular adaptation, you should know that the entire action takes place around a pool of water which takes

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1106888719352344222005-01-27T23:59:00.000-05:002005-01-28T00:05:19.353-05:00

The Ansel Adams and Clyde Butcher exhibition is up, and tonight was the opening. I went with Die Fledermaus. It was pretty okay-- I'm nervous in unfamiliar situations, of course, but I pretended to be chill and that helped. Mr. Butcher wandered over and sat down at our table. Although I hadn't been introduced to him, nor had I seen a picture, I figured he had to be the mildly famous Florida swamp

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1106755784284199572005-01-26T10:39:00.000-05:002005-01-26T11:09:44.283-05:00

Last night I dreamed I was a member of an occult superhero family. There were just three of us-- Dad, his proper son Eric, and me, his "other son". He'd virtually adopted me when I was orphaned, and although I grew up with other foster parents, I was at his house all the time, and thought of him as my dad. My love for Eric was a little other than brotherly, though, and he returned the sentiment.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1106378420524562272005-01-22T02:08:00.000-05:002005-01-22T02:20:20.526-05:00

...or, Mamet does... OppositelandMamet! David Mamet writes plays. He is famous for writing plays. In Theatreland, a land of showtunes, arty pieces about the death of the ego, catty pieces about queers like me, and carefully-constructed art of language, Mamet is the fucking king-- and he's the king of the fucking fuck play. He's king of the straight guy play, where people get dirty and say fuck a

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1106288989832617412005-01-21T01:00:00.000-05:002005-01-21T01:32:45.110-05:00

Hurt someone you love* today, just like they've always wanted you to. (Thanks, Zan.) Today I took the GRE. I conquered the verbal portion, but the mathematics did in fact thrash me and make me cry real tears, which is no shock as I haven't had maths since high school. (Which was seven years ago, if anyone's counting.) And I'm fairly happy with the essays, but I won't get my scores from them for

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1105768107236024312005-01-15T01:47:00.000-05:002005-01-15T00:48:27.236-05:00

Repeat, LJ is DOWN! And yet I still post! I mock you and your livejournal communities and friends-only and comment screening! I mock you I say! Mockmockmockmockmock!

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1105569033129067742005-01-12T17:13:00.000-05:002005-01-12T17:30:33.130-05:00

... and flip out and call an endocrinologist to schedule an initial visit.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1105484962116390932005-01-11T17:35:00.000-05:002005-01-11T18:09:22.116-05:00

Wake up, shower, put clothes on, check the online support forum for allies of trans people I created, check email. Write down all the places my transcripts have to go. Go request them. Get my W2 from the Humanities Office. Go to career services and start on a CV. Go to the internship and finish entering the governor's mansion loans from 1975 back to 1957. Call JFKU and check on the existence of

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1104703947821347242005-01-02T14:55:00.000-05:002005-01-02T17:12:27.820-05:00

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY: *Kereth *Ker *Entity THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD: *ravanseye (I was so thirteen) *ceirdwynluchair (in a past life) *entitything THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: *I try to help people. *I think about things a lot. *I am overeducated. THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: *I often screw up. *I think about things too much. *I am overeducated. THREE PARTS OF

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1104181728437987192004-12-27T16:06:00.000-05:002004-12-27T16:08:48.436-05:00

I got off lucky. Love to those of you who weren't so fortunate.

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1103244178180005162004-12-16T19:32:00.000-05:002004-12-16T19:42:58.180-05:00

Last night I was half awake and half asleep, and I dreamed I traveled astrally to a place which was known to be troubled by unhappy spirits. I wanted to fix this, so I boldly strode in, dropped my shields, and said "Okay, what do you have to say?" Instantly one of the entities possessed me, and I observed with mild irritation as my body, back in my bedroom, coughed and buckled and a giant

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1103087876014293012004-12-15T01:17:00.000-05:002004-12-15T00:17:56.016-05:00

Me too. You're the Tortured Intellectual!Take What sort of Hipster are you? today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.You're sensitive, you're emotional, and you wonder why everyone else in the world exists on a different plane. You cannot eat, breathe, or sleep without analyzing each action to death. You're usually sombre, depressed, lethargic, but you can be nearly glad

Kerrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15049347815401859945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518360.post-1102560274218008212004-12-08T21:39:00.000-05:002004-12-08T21:44:34.216-05:00

I dare not breathe much more than a small sigh of relief, for the Other Three Quarters (which would be a great band-name) are talking at the moment. But I have hope. Talking is useful. I may not be the best listener. In fact I give terrible advice and you are well-advised not to listen to me. But it is better even to talk at a section of drywall than to simply run loops of troublesome thoughts

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...and gradual amputation of friendships by means of an emotional tourniquet. Yesterday, one of my miserable colds kept me awake and in, well, misery all day and night. This bodes ill for my Greek Civ exam today, but hopefully David will understand when I explain that I can't possibly USE my brain, as the Venusians have it in their secret labs in the crushing depths of Venus' semifluid surface.

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