Subject: Shabbat Shalom Everyone
Date: Friday 10/27/06 9:59:00 AM
Music: Bad Touch-Bloodhound Gang
It’s Friday…at last…one class, then home to clean, organize and more importantly relax.
I finish running with scissors this weekend (I’ll probably finish it around sunday) and then I’m continuing down the line with the two Ladefoged books. Okay, time to run to class.
Peace all.
Subject: Shabbat Shalom Everyone
Date: Friday 10/27/06 9:59:00 AM
Music: Bad Touch-Bloodhound Gang
It’s Friday…at last…one class, then home to clean, organize and more importantly relax.
I finish running with scissors this weekend (I’ll probably finish it around sunday) and then I’m continuing down the line with the two Ladefoged books. Okay, time to run to class.
Peace all.
Subject: Because Three People Asked Me 3 Questions Today
Date: Friday 10/27/06 2:58:00 AM
Music: Bad Touch-Bloodhound Gang
1. No, the poem I wrote homecoming was not based on a real life experience, for the most part anything that I write about that’s non-fiction, that happened to me has the title at the top, and then beneath it the date, or the date and time, and always the location (it’s sort of a code I’ve worked out for my writing)
so if it looks like this:
Story Title
poetry poetry poetry poetry
poetry poetry poetry poetry
poetry poetry poetry poetry
—
It may be thoughts, ideas based on recent events, etc.
Which means if it looks like this:
Story Title
September 2, 2006, Buffalo New York Frat House
sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem
sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem
sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem
It’s non-fiction.
2. Yes, I did write it. Unless otherwise noted, and cited, all work on this blog is mine.
3. Yes, I think it’s hot too…that’s why I wrote it.
Subject: Because Three People Asked Me 3 Questions Today
Date: Friday 10/27/06 2:58:00 AM
Music: Bad Touch-Bloodhound Gang
1. No, the poem I wrote homecoming was not based on a real life experience, for the most part anything that I write about that’s non-fiction, that happened to me has the title at the top, and then beneath it the date, or the date and time, and always the location (it’s sort of a code I’ve worked out for my writing)
so if it looks like this:
Story Title
poetry poetry poetry poetry
poetry poetry poetry poetry
poetry poetry poetry poetry
—
It may be thoughts, ideas based on recent events, etc.
Which means if it looks like this:
Story Title
September 2, 2006, Buffalo New York Frat House
sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem
sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem
sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem, sexy frat boy poem
It’s non-fiction.
2. Yes, I did write it. Unless otherwise noted, and cited, all work on this blog is mine.
3. Yes, I think it’s hot too…that’s why I wrote it.
Subject: “Bribery and Sexual Favors aren’t beneath me…actually, normally they’re on top of me.”
Date: Thursday 10/26/06 9:22:00 PM
Music: Walk Away-Kelly Clarkson-Breakaway
“Bribery and Sexual Favors aren’t beneath me…actually, normally they’re on top of me.” – MLS
Me to Candie on getting funding for Research & Travel Expenses.
This has been one, incredibly long, sleep deprived week
And now, it’s time for a Hookah Unwind
Subject: “Bribery and Sexual Favors aren’t beneath me…actually, normally they’re on top of me.”
Date: Thursday 10/26/06 9:22:00 PM
Music: Walk Away-Kelly Clarkson-Breakaway
“Bribery and Sexual Favors aren’t beneath me…actually, normally they’re on top of me.” – MLS
Me to Candie on getting funding for Research & Travel Expenses.
This has been one, incredibly long, sleep deprived week
And now, it’s time for a Hookah Unwind
Subject: Researching the Queer Lexicon
Date: Thursday 10/26/06 7:10:00 PM
So I’m putting the research that I wanted to do in NYC off for a semester since with the time frame that I have to work in, it would be next to impossible to collect the data required or get to all the places that I need to go.
That said, I’m working on something equally (if not more interesting) and researching Queer Linguistics (LGBTTQQUUIO — and yes, there are more initials than the one’s I’m including here, props to anyone who knows what the one’s I’ve included mean) and as it would turn out, the leading researcher in this field happens to be at the University of Toronto…less than two hours away (45 minutes if you learned to drive on Long Island).
Subject: Researching the Queer Lexicon
Date: Thursday 10/26/06 7:10:00 PM
So I’m putting the research that I wanted to do in NYC off for a semester since with the time frame that I have to work in, it would be next to impossible to collect the data required or get to all the places that I need to go.
That said, I’m working on something equally (if not more interesting) and researching Queer Linguistics (LGBTTQQUUIO — and yes, there are more initials than the one’s I’m including here, props to anyone who knows what the one’s I’ve included mean) and as it would turn out, the leading researcher in this field happens to be at the University of Toronto…less than two hours away (45 minutes if you learned to drive on Long Island).
Subject: Random Acts of Awkwardness
Date: Thursday 10/26/06 8:38:00 AM
Music: Life in the Fast Lane – The Eagles
Location: Lockwood Library, University at Buffalo
“He was a hard headed man, he was brutally handsome, she was terminally vain. She held him up and he held her for ransom…he had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude, said he was ruthless, said he was cruel, had one thing in common, they were good in bed, she said faster faster, the lights are turning red”
So (my time line is a little scewy on this one, but it’s good enough to give you a good representation of my dillema) homecoming was (around) three weeks ago and I get on the bus and this hot (but in a weird way to describe) semi-intoxicated guy looks at me like he knows me, and I look at him like I know him…and I realize that I do…but I can’t place where I met him…was it a Frat Party…at the Gay Club…I just can’t recall.
And it does make a difference, because with one it’s like “hey hottie what’s up…” the other it’s all like “grunt grunt, red meat…baseball…” well, not really (well…it depends…I have a good deal of friends who are frat guys and only about half of them talk like that) but you do get the idea that I’d probably communicate differently with him based on where I met him.
So I think it’s weird, the bus gets to my stop, I get off and go home. Fine.
Last week, I’m in Starbucks and he comes up to me and he’s like “Hi Matt!” and I’m like “hey how you doing” so now I feel bad because he clearly remembers meeting me, remembers my name and I have no idea where the hell I met this guy, who he is, or why he knows my name (unless maybe he’s a stalker or something, in which case I think he could be doing some more productive things with his time). So anyways, I’m standing in Starbucks thinking I’m going to be all slick, so I tell him that I don’t think he’s on my facebook so he should add me.
Bastard doesn’t use facebook.
I say “oh, what about AIM” so he writes down his screen name…with no name.
I’m not pulling the “hey, lets compare awful UB ID Card Pictures.”
Next time I see him I’m telling him I’m having a blonde moment and just asking for his name.
Subject: Random Acts of Awkwardness
Date: Thursday 10/26/06 8:38:00 AM
Music: Life in the Fast Lane – The Eagles
Location: Lockwood Library, University at Buffalo
“He was a hard headed man, he was brutally handsome, she was terminally vain. She held him up and he held her for ransom…he had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude, said he was ruthless, said he was cruel, had one thing in common, they were good in bed, she said faster faster, the lights are turning red”
So (my time line is a little scewy on this one, but it’s good enough to give you a good representation of my dillema) homecoming was (around) three weeks ago and I get on the bus and this hot (but in a weird way to describe) semi-intoxicated guy looks at me like he knows me, and I look at him like I know him…and I realize that I do…but I can’t place where I met him…was it a Frat Party…at the Gay Club…I just can’t recall.
And it does make a difference, because with one it’s like “hey hottie what’s up…” the other it’s all like “grunt grunt, red meat…baseball…” well, not really (well…it depends…I have a good deal of friends who are frat guys and only about half of them talk like that) but you do get the idea that I’d probably communicate differently with him based on where I met him.
So I think it’s weird, the bus gets to my stop, I get off and go home. Fine.
Last week, I’m in Starbucks and he comes up to me and he’s like “Hi Matt!” and I’m like “hey how you doing” so now I feel bad because he clearly remembers meeting me, remembers my name and I have no idea where the hell I met this guy, who he is, or why he knows my name (unless maybe he’s a stalker or something, in which case I think he could be doing some more productive things with his time). So anyways, I’m standing in Starbucks thinking I’m going to be all slick, so I tell him that I don’t think he’s on my facebook so he should add me.
Bastard doesn’t use facebook.
I say “oh, what about AIM” so he writes down his screen name…with no name.
I’m not pulling the “hey, lets compare awful UB ID Card Pictures.”
Next time I see him I’m telling him I’m having a blonde moment and just asking for his name.
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