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Nov. 13th, 2005 @ 04:29 am i hate beer
Current Mood: matter-of-fact
Current Music: The Band - The Weight
Parents Weekend is so awkward when your parents are on the other end of the earth and everyone else's are not. Parents sitting in the back row at anime club, parents literally emptying the ATM in Wilder, parents waiting for sandwiches in the DeCafe, parents monitoring classes in King. The campus is teeming with the component halves of student DNA. I got a little laugh out of the mom who accosted me bewilderedly when she saw me enter the ladies' restroom in first floor King. (The men's restroom is on the opposite side of the building from the social lab, and male CS majors get lazy.)

Ended up spending all day tweaking the explosions in my already-turned-in animation project and playing nethack in the nearly empty (but now immaculately clean!) downstairs lab. There are probably less pathetic ways to spend a Saturday afternoon, but I wasn't up to interrupting any of several dozen tender family moments by barging into people's dorm rooms and asking to hang out. Called a couple numbers--no one picked up. It's a shame--there are a lot of people on campus I'd really like to hang out with more. And Anna, there's something I've really wanted to talk to you about since Tuesday, but never had the chance to due to theater (in various forms and incarnations).

Now would probably be as good a time as any to tell you about last week's animation project, if I haven't told you already. It's called "Tanks in Love," and it's about a tank that shuns the affections of another tank, then--almost as an afterthought--blows him to smithereens. Fiery, bouncy smithereens. Why? Because they're tanks. And tanks blow stuff up. Want to see? You'll have to wait until I figure out how to get batch render to work. But trust me when I say it is more magnificent than I could ever have imagined.

I remembered after dinner that Eric's parents aren't visiting him this weekend, so I paid him a visit. We went to the earthquake fundraiser thing in the 'Sco, where Akshat was DJing. Poor Akshat--his parents are on the other side of the planet too. He, also, is a Parent's Weekend orphan. We danced to Daler Menhdi's Tunak Tunak Tun, which was a historic moment in the history of awesome. No one in the crowd knew how to dance to it, but many were drunk enough to believe they did. And in a place like the 'Sco, that is all that matters.

Interesting how every time I go to the 'Sco I find something I've never noticed before--in this case it was a yellow police siren on the column facing the wall. Carefully hidden, as if not intended to be seen--but flashing rotating yellow lights across the room, as if absolutely meant to be seen.

Eric also brought me to a party our friend Carlos was throwing, which was populated by an interesting cross-section of people I knew--Andrew and Catherine from The Table, Josh from the New Orleans trip, Paul and Tess from freshman year in Barrows. Have concluded that I am still not much of a party person--but there is no finer place to people-watch. If only I had brought a camera--each face is a story. The most intriguing ones are the cat people, the ones who huddle alone in the corner watching other people or waiting for someone to pay attention to them. You can see the whole range of human emotion in a turn of the head--joy, fondness, contentment; anger, embarrassment, regret. Face after face after face--drunk dancing faces, bored hipster faces, aroused makeout faces. If I can't participate in stereotypical college life, I suppose, I can derive great joy from standing around watching it. I could party-gaze all day, like a cat in front of a television.

I guess that officially makes me a college student now. Better late than never.

Spent the next three hours watching South Park, and am currently transcribing what I did today, even though that is not what this journal is for. And it seems like I've sidetracked myself from what I actually wanted to write about, which I guess I'm going to have to save for tomorrow. Pbbbth, I say to me. Pbbbth.

Since Carlos was the bartender at the party, I had, as always, exactly one beer. I blame that for the lack of lucidity in this post. That, and the fact that it is 4:40 AM. Everyone needs an excuse.
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Nov. 13th, 2005 @ 03:17 pm the concept of privilege is bullshit
Current Music: Defiance, Ohio - I Don't Want Solidarity If It Means Holding Hands With You
Attention, Obies.

I would like to say something on behalf of marginalized, oppressed minorities everywhere:

You are absolved.

Thank you, and have a good day.

(How dare I? How dare I speak on your behalf? Maybe the question you should be asking is how dare you, identity politics-folk. You do not speak for the majority. No one cares about revolution except you. Go have a beer with a white Republican upper-class Anglo-Saxon man, and think differently.)
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