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I can tell that it’s summer, because I cannot breathe, and I think I’m coming down with a cold.
In the meantime, though, I’ve finally updated the playlist here, and I’m writing a short story that I think might actually be good, and I’m catching up on all the books I have checked out from the library.
My goals for this summer, aside from the obvious ones of reading and writing a lot, are these:
-Improve my vocabulary through daily emails from dictionary.com and daily playing of Free Rice.
-Watch all the movies on my Netflix queue before I move to Boston and no longer have a Netflix account. I’ve been so into Hulu that I never watch films anymore, and the queue is mostly foreign films and documentaries that I really should watch.
-Try out most of my new recipes and make sure I am good at cooking before I move.
-Play the piano for myself, not just when I’m teaching.
-Continue to purge my room of meaningless possessions.
-Exercise at least five days a week.
I start my teaching job on Tuesday, and I’m really excited. This scares me, because I have always insisted that I will never be a teacher. Everyone in my family is a teacher, and extended family and friends are as well. Not that being a librarian or working at an educational nonprofit is that much of a rebellion, but everyone I know knows that I would be terrible at teaching, because I have no patience. But substitute teaching and other informal teaching jobs this year have made me really start to like it. Yikes.
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I can totally see why guys in nerd bands like to perform in their underwear, or at least without shirts. I like to sit around in my underwear as well. It’s comfortable, and it means you don’t have to spend time doing your hair. But I think it’s interesting that only guys are allowed to be half naked ironically, in an obviously unsexy way. If I’m half naked, I will be seen as trying to be sexy, and, I suppose depending on who it is looking at me and how much I’ve been working out, it will be deemed as successful or not. But boys in bands get to strip down and pretend like they don’t care, and I imagine the purpose is to make the audience somewhat uncomfortable, but also to make the audience appreciate the irony.
Last night I went to Dry River to see a high school friend’s band play. The show was fine, but it also made me realize that probably all shows at Dry River are the same, in that every show I have been to there has consisted of incredibly skinny boys playing instruments and stripping down to their underwear. The music might be good, but the tighty whiteys can be so distracting.
I would like to do a pseudo subversive experiment and start a girl geekcore band and perform in our underwear. Because I am willing to bet that no matter what the girls in the band looked like, unless they were incredibly disgusting, people would call girls playing music in their underwear either a) really hot, b) an obvious way of distracting from bad music by “using their sexuality,” c) girls who didn’t get any trying to get some now, or d) weird/trying too hard/uncool, depending again on what kind of audience it was.
Still, ironic use of subersiveness could be fun.
Okay, so the “steady” part needs some work. And I have a feeling that target is going to change and get higher, because the more I write, the more I realize that this story has a lot more going on than I initially thought. This won’t be so thin a volume after all, maybe.
I don’t know why I keep using this widget except that it helps me to remember that, even though I’m not writing enough, I am writing . I’m also reading.
read 59 books toward her goal of 150 books.
AND what I’m most proud of is that today I watched zero minutes of Netflix/Hulu/Megavideo etc. Zero. Even though I watch less during the summer months because nothing new is on, this is still quite impressive. Especially when I found a ton of documentaries on Instant Play the other day, and I’d really like to watch them.
Yesterday I went through my bookshelves and purged them. Bookman’s took next to nothing, and I took home from Bookman’s on Grant two issues of Poets & Writers and Race by Marc Aronson. So tonight I went to Bookman’s on Speedway, and they took a few more of my bookshelf rejects. And I came home with A People’s History of the United States (Howard Zinn), The Wilder Life (Wendy McClure), and Bobbed Hair and Bathtub Gin (Marion Meade), the last of which hadn’t even been on my to-read list. So then I took a hatchet to my virtual bookshelf and deleted about 12 books, which seems like nothing, but it was really difficult and I am really proud. I then added a book recommended by a friend, and some books that the Paris Review recommended to me because I asked a question . My to-read list is now only 181 books long. Quite short. Somewhat manageable. Between what I currently have out from the library and what I own, I probably have nearly 100 of those 181 in my bedroom. Wait, is that an accomplishment or a failure?
Yaaaaay me. Kind of.
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