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Frightening!

2005-10-03T04:39:32Z

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BURN! BURN BURN FROM THE HEART!

2005-10-03T04:33:45Z

DuPont Circle fountain in the snow at night with the lights bouncing off of the untouched snow in the fountain, and the sidewalk nearly cleared of snow by the footprints of so many people.

Feeling the warmth of the sun between bouts of crisp fall breezes, stepping on fallen leaves in pools of light sneaking in from above the trees on both sides of the pavement.

Standing up in the back seat of a convertible, grabbing the handle bars and screaming into the thin mountain air. WOOOO! WOOOO!

Sitting on the back porch smoking shisha, watching the sun go down from between the trees and listening to rai.

The insane clarity of marble monuments against a dramatically clouded crisp spring sky, among the clouds of cherry blossoms.

A secret summer night sight of trees blinking with lightning bugs. Foliage of lightning bugs! Each flying from tree to tree in a network of love. The black trees running along the hills were spotted, but they all congregated in the large southern oak.

YES YES YES! I'm constantly living and dying everyday!! I'm going nuts, I feel calm! My world is torn apart and put together anew each day I live. I feel my life being stripped from me, and replenished, I love it, I love it, I love it. I'm alive!!

On a less crazy note, I hosted the first tournament of the season, about thirty some people showed up!! It was so much work!

VA Commonwealth Games

2005-07-18T00:17:41Z

Whee! I fenced at the VA Commonwealth Games' Fencing tournament with Marilyn and Melissa all of yesterday then all of today.

I performed my first "museum acquisition" heh heh heh

I kicked butt at the tournament, made a ton of great connections with owners of clubs in Winchester and Charlottesville, established good relationships with them.

The night Melissa came we went to a bar in Roanoke after having dinner and flirted with guys there.

The night after Melissa didn't want to go out with me because she was too tired and the guy who I asked out, Jim Morrison (lol his parents must have been hippies) and I cruised around Roanoke a pied and stumbled across an outdoor concert, we paid for admission to get in, of a Rolling Stones cover band!!! OMFG the singer looked JUUUUST like McJagger! It was a real hoot, then we walked around downtown and got coffee and read the newspaper. He's from Manassas but he comes to Roanoke to visit his parents down here. Unfortunately though when I asked him out I thought he was in his late twenties/early thirties , turns out he's 35, that came up when he was talking about his sister and I'm like oh cool how old is she? 32 O_O okay okay well, there won't be any hanky-panky going on in this relationship but at least we can still go out and be friends and I can have a positive male person in my life. Well, at least I know a 35 year old who isn't lying about his age like a certain other guy we know *cough Nori cough*. The wierd thing is that Jim looks a LOT younger than Nori, a lot less gray hair....hmmm...go figure.

We are going to fence together and he wants to show me a cool salsa place in Arlington. I guess I can have the city-dating thing without an emotionally abusive frenchman, huh? I think we went on a date, but hey, I don't feel fixated on him like I did Nori, probably because he's 37, and well that's pushing it.

So I'm determined to take an agressive stance on dating. It's really not hard to ask "Hey, you want to go out for a drink later?"

Plus it was just such a great time, I had so much fun and enjoyed myself. =]

I never really got to dump Nori, he's still not calling me back after I blew up at him, but perhaps there is a tacit understanding between us that we are no longer girlfriend and boyfriend

So, on that note, anyone got any hot pieces of man meat they want to throw in my direction?

Enough is enough

2005-07-01T02:25:12Z

Okay, I need to get Nori out of my life. I'm so sick of his bullshit. Sure sure he hasn't done anything too bad, and that's the problem, he's a fucking sweet-talker and that's all. His not doing anything has made me miserable, and I'm not taking it anymore. I deserve to get out and party instead of being cooped up with him in his tiny-ass apartment all the time I'm in DC. It lasted too long, about eleven months or so, oh god, about eight or nine months too long if you ask me.

I'm not going to be sweet-talked, I need to move on, I'm not going to be sweet-talked again, I won't be jerked around anymore.

My decision has been made, next time he calls he's going to know.

Wow...weekend

2005-06-20T16:32:30Z

I came back to town for a few days and everything just went by like a blur.

Came back earlier than expected to spend a couple nights with Nori. Partied with Virgginnia and Sandra downtown because I didn't want to take the train back to fairfax. I saw a bar fight and people were yelling at eachother in French. I wish I were still in french class (I'm still taking it next year, but I mean at thsi moment) so I could tell people about it. =p Well, it was stressful because Medi ended up with a bleeding nose. ouch. He didn't make the first strike though, the really crazy drunk guy did. He even brought out a mag light and a club and threatened to fuck him up later. Yeeeahh...that was pretty not cool.

While eating lunch and drinking coffee before going home Nori wouldn't shut up about male escorts, then he started asking me questions about how I thought they might feel and shit, and then he asked me "what was that guy's name again?" and I was like "which guy?" and he went "the one you slept with" and I changed the subject. So yeah, I can tell that the Armani thing is still eating him up six months later and I don't want it to. He must be trying to compete with what I said about him because he's been making a point of telling me how much he has spent on drinks that night and gives me jewelry (I feel so shallow because when I was with Sandra and Virgginnia we checked in the store he got it from to check how much it costed. It meets to my approval, but the thought that he went and picked something out for me with no reason at all makes me feel better, but the idea that he went out and got it to compete with some guy who happened to be rich but was using me makes me feel bad). I don't need that from Nori, I just need his love.

Went to the John Digweed concert at fur club with Laura, Ed, Virgginnia and some stupid bitch whose name isn't worth mentioning b/c I hope I don't see her again. She didn't do anything to me, but she was a bitch to Virgginnia before the party, and from what Ed says a bitch in general. I also ran into a bunch of people from woodson, including two ex boyfriends.

Did father's day stuff yesterday with Sal. We went to Lone Star steakhouse and Stone Cold ice cream. Stone cold hehehe, I found out this weekend that Batista's parents own David Michael's salon in FFX and a couple salons in Arlington and Georgetown. I know where I want to get my hair cut now. =p

Murrr..I'm sick of writing about my weekend now, I'm going to go get liquored up before the greyhound bus comes j/k

Digital-Exposition

2005-05-09T18:27:30Z

Today I just started writing in a note book throughout the day. Now I'm transferring it to my digital journal.

Taking off her nightgown and looking into the mirror she saw her body in the fresh morning light. The air was still cool on her exposed skin, the cool air of a new day. Sleep had stripped all traces of negativity from her psychee temporarily. She saw her own body for the first time like she had seen Stieglitz's silver gelatin prints of O'Keefe so many times before. Meticulous, focused, sometimes gorgeous with forms of supple flesh established from the dark by a soft but deliberate light. She admired and appreciated her breasts that she usually hated but hung perfectly that morning. Today is new, but by night she will come to detest this glorious creation again. Why? A mixture of things will make her consciousness forget the beauty that is now reflected in the mirror, the beauty that she acknowledges this morning.

Un journee, a full day, a rotation of the earth, the daily round of Apollo, an odyssey. It is never the same for her even with similar routines. Her environment shifts uncomfortably between peace and chaos. In her dismantled room she has found this isolated moment of extreme beauty. And after letting her gaze slowly linger for some time over each curve of her torso in her dormitory mirror she dressed herself. While shutting the door she looked back and smiled at her roomate, asleep on the bed next to hers, wondering what she was talking about in her sleep. As she walked out of the building she was reminded of Dido's Carthage before her tragic death. With the rapidly growing, once productive, recently established city falling into a cycle of stagnation and decline as its queen indulged in her own pleasure that fateful winter with Aeneas.

Life is a cycle with many cycles within it. Many little deaths come before the final death, many rebirths come after the initial birth. Or those were my faux buddhist-derived thoughts while I was reclining in the hammock strapped between two strong trees on front quad. The one at my feet was dying, with small bits of leafy growth on its otherwise bald limbs. The one at my head was the same kind of tree but young, robust and filled with layers, canopies of the brightest green summer leaves. I contemplated my own mortality and place in life. I am the summer leaves. The hairs on the head fall out and regrow before they can not grow anymore. I tell myself to indulge in this period of life where one tries out the rudder to steer one's own boat, chasing that white castle in the sky in the distance. Like others my age I long to be independent, perhaps I have a false sense of independence as my mother watches over me and protects me like the guardian angel on the grassy shore in Cole's "Journey of Life".

Today is just one of those perfect days for me where beauty and nature arrest my senses and force me to relax. I rested on a hammock on front quad after dropping off my Women and the Economy paper. According to tradition one must not walk on front quad until they are seniors. A few students saw me, they don't care, but if I went to a coed school I know some pud-knocker would try to assert authority over me, telling me I was on senior territory, in other words his territory. Here I can be wild and free, at peace with myself and the world around me, for today at least.

Living on a small campus in a small city (well, compared to the DC-Baltimore MSA) has given me a new appreciation for the whole. Every person is part of the community here, we see eachother everyday. While this is educational I count on regaining my anonymity that I am used to from only staying in the city all my life, one city all my life that is.

When she's alone doing work in the Banta room ______ likes to plug in all of the Christmas lights wrapped around painted white scaffolding and hanging on the dirty brick wall where it meets the ceiling. Then she slowly dims the lights. Once she efels like she's in the dingy hookah bar which a college newspaper's restaurant reviewer once described as "vaguely pornographic" she feels at ease and begins her work on her French homework.

I've been thinking a lot about Catullus lately...Catullus, I feel like I know you from your corpus [[hehe little side note, it sounds like I'm using Catullus's technique of switching persons several times within a poem]] Although they vernacularly desbcribe your leisurely life they reveal that you are a great genius. They are all that are left of you. Sorry, but I can't make it through your mock epics without falling asleep yet.

Good stories consciously recall earlier events and themes, what themes do I want to repeat?

When I fence at competitions I think effortlessly because of years of practice and choose which part of my opponent's body I want to make a touch on, where I want to slide my tip in through their defenses and place my point.

The topic of fencing, of picking and choosing which part of the body I want to put my point on reminds me of my interest in collecting or noting interesting objects representing fragments of the body.

Pink patten leather corset purse
Nose pencil sharpener, harkening back to Catullus's unusual dinner invitation to Flavius.
Origami vagina that was originally filled with candy that I ate out of it
I've had my picture taken between a pair of six foot tall soft labial lips.
A mug shaped like a boob with a carefully sculpted nipple from San Riojeres, or some place I can't spell, it stores paper clips and the nipple is turned to face the wall.

Ah, oh yes, my boyfriend. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, do not judge my love too harshly. I am very well aware of how unhealthy and all-consuming this love is. He is my Catullus with an Aenean work ethic. Catullus minus the structured Hedonism. Don't get me wrong, he certainly isn't a stoic, you would know that just by meeting him for the first time. Even I don't feel like I understand him yet, maybe I never will, but I can't imagine not loving him. Oh trust me I have tried so many times to forget him, to leave him. It is the natural, infantile reaction to push away from oneself what hurts. For a very long period I was (as I borrow from Catullus) "forever praying to be rid of [him], but I'm damned if I don't love [him]" Even today I feel like a Lesbia to my Catullus "always abusing [him], and can't keep quiet about [him]".

You see, if I didn't love him I wouldn't throw my invectives, I just wouldn't care. My talk against him means I'm riled by his actions. In other words I burn and so I talk. Like Catullus: Odi et amo. Et lui aussi j'entends, ou il me a di. Like him, I don't know why. Modern psychology probably has answers for good old Catullus and me, probably something along the lines of sadomasichistic tendencies.

Catullus, you are lucky, you have survived through your poems for thousands of years when you said yourself that you would have been more than satisfied with a hundred years or a single generation. Reminds me of how this relationship between Nori and me gets dragged along for so long. Almost a year now, crazy, and already planning for a couple years ahead. I don't believe Catullus, he must have had an inkling that his works would have been practically immortal, he remains in the sumer of his life. Time has not weathered him like it has his fellow poet Horace, even though his work itself is younger. He's as fresh today as he must have been when he lived (and still as whiny!). Catullus, you're an outsider to me, I didn't grow up in your time or country, but I still feel inextricably connected with you.

I must love going on literary gender-benders. Some of my creations reflect it:

A painting of a self-portrait as Pygmalion
Imagining Lesbia as the poet and Lolita as the predator.
Domesticating a cowboy in a skit for the Drag King Show.

Berg once accurately accused me "you only pretend to be submissive!" It doesn't mean I don't occasionally enjoy submitting though, what do you think S&M is all about? Sometimes it is comforting to lose yourself, conquering your inhibitions is a way of conquerring your own self. I bet Jesus was a masochist.

Slipping in 80's song titles in term papers

2005-05-09T02:42:10Z

In one page of a term paper I've managed to slip in "It's a Sin" and "Justify Her Love"!! Hooray for including 80s song titles in my paper!

Love poetry

2005-05-09T00:28:44Z

It's not a good sign when the poems that remind you of your love life are as follows:

Catullus LXXII

"You said one day you onyl knew Catullus, Lesbia,
And you'd refuse to embrace even Jove instead of me.
I loved you then, not only as common men their girl-
friend.
But as a father loves his sons and sons-in-law.
I know you now. So though my passion's more intense,
Yet for me you're much cheaper and lighter weight.
"How can that be?" you ask. It's because such hurt
compels
A lover to love more but to like less"

Catullus LXXXIII

"In husband's presence Lesbia keeps abusing me,
Which makes that silly man extremely happy.
Mule, you've no sense. If she forgot me and kept quiet,
She'd be heart-whole, but nagging talk against me
Means she remembers and, what's much more to the
point,
Is riled. In other words, she burns and talks.

Catullus LXXXV

"I hate and I love. Perhaps you're asking why I do that?
I don't know, but I feel it happening, and am racked."

In the poems I feel like Lesbia, this summer maybe I should take up my Catullus again and write a series of poems responding to his from Lesbia's point of view. Not responding as in Catullus, the reason blah blah blah. But maybe talk about her perspective when she was abusing him infront of her husband and all. Ezra Pound's quote about if you want to learn about life you should spend ten years on Catullus, ten years on Horace and maybe five on Sulpicia really means a lot to me, and I really feel what he means, I'm living it. Maybe he meant five on Sulpicia because all that is left of her work are fragments, while Catullus's work is in fragments at least we have a somewhat full corpus.

Cotillion

2005-05-08T18:30:51Z

Wow, I had a pretty interesting Cotillion experience. It started out involving police and ended up being a really good night actually! I'm really glad I went, it was hella-swank!
Before Cotillion Berg, Alysha, Ally, Christian, Meredith and I went to the Thai restaurant in downtown Roanoke. Yes and when I say the Thai restaurant in Roanoke I mean the only Thai restaurant in Roanoke. The food was really decent! We originally were going to take one car, but after the cop incident we took mine and Ally's. So I ended up taking Berg, Sierra, Crystal and somebody else back to campus. The DJ was great and the theme made me feel at home, in a seedy hookah bar. *sigh* =)
The theme was "Rock the Kasbah" and there were cushions around couches, a little tent in the middle, lots of flowers, dim lighting, candles, kabobs, pita, hummus, stuffed grape leaves etc etc. In the lounge where senior cocktail hour was there were gigantic plates of chocolate-covered strawberries, authentic southern iced tea (bleech! It was so sweet I had to just get half a cup then dilute it with water!), and everyone looked so good.
Some VMI guys came in their wool formal outfits. Doc looked like George Washington! ^_^ Lol or general Lee to be historically correct. =p
After dropping Berg and the others back Sierra and I were driving to Randolf and talked about similar guy preferences. Berg thinks it's wrong to be attracted to certain types of men, but I say it's natural. I mean, it might be conditioning or whatever but if I see an Arab guy and a white guy I'm going to probably be drawn to the arab guy first in terms of looks. Don't ask me why, it's just me, it doesn't mean I don't find white guys attractive, that's not the case at all, my French boyfriend turns me on like a light switch. Okay I have wandering eyes, bite me :P
I felt so jealous of all the girls spending the nights with their boyfriends and girlfriends this weekend for Cotillion. Nori=t3h suck. =/
I really want to go to the International Drag King show on the 21st at the 9:30 club. Anyone want to come with me? Tickets are $20. Christian is going to be there, I found it so interesting that she's in the process of the hormone stuff to change her gender. She's FTM, it must take so much courage to do that, to permanently change your body to fit who you are inside.
Well, anyway, I'm off to go do more work, I feel like a mess today from dancing all night long.

Hmm...

2005-05-06T20:16:02Z

I went out to try to go to the library and do work today, ended up getting distracted until now. Lots of crazy things happened. I shopped around Anatay's store and bought some nice stuff and afterwards I went to lunch, Martha and I went on the moon bounce, I met Erin's boyfriend. He was all like wow, I get to meet the captain? Seriously, after what he has heard about me. :P Tried on a combination of stuff I bought with my black dress, boa and fedora for the Moroccan themed Cotillion tommorow. I don't have a man-date, ce n'est pas un bon chose pour mon reputation, non? =( Je etait un pimp et maintenant...maintenant j'ai seulement un mec qui a les amis lui rendent visite cet weekend! Zut~! Guess I'm going stag.

It just struck me that a lot of my friends are leaving Hollins this year. =( Including Catherine, yesterday when I saw her I was on the phone with my mom and she picked me up and swung me around. Made me happy. It's so fucking gorgeous outside I can't believe I'm living here. What made me think of her was the elevator in the library and how it goes "Eeep!" in a really electronic way. When Catherine and I met one of the first things we talked about was strange sex habits. Apparently after the male rabbit comes he just falls off the female rabbit and goes "eep!" According to her that is the noise rabbits make when they die.

Time to get to work.

Hehe, now I'm working, and I describe the Liberal welfare policy (according to the Esping-Anderson system of classification) as "skimpy". I also find it interesting to note that all of the countries the book mentions as liberal welfare policies are English-speaking countries. Coincidence? I think not. Sadie and I were talking about language barriers in diplomacy.

On another note I think one of my teeth broke in half. Luckily I'm going to have it extracted soon anyway.

Anagrams

2005-05-05T23:25:45Z

Wow..my favorite anagram of today is "Shisha = Is Hash"

Today

2005-05-05T22:44:52Z

Today wasn't too eventful, though Sadie discovered that our phone number spells

DO-CORPSE

or

FOAMS-SPA

Cool quiz

2005-05-02T14:53:19Z

You scored as Nihilism. Your life is marked by strong Nihilism: You feel that nothing in the world, even your life, has much or any meaning.

"For out of fear and need each religion is born, creeping into existence on the byways of reason."

"There are no facts, only interpretations."

“Every belief, every considering something-true, is necessarily false because there is simply no true world”

--Friedrich Nietzsche

More info at Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page...

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Nihilism

85%

Hedonism

70%

Utilitarianism

50%

Justice (Fairness)

50%

Existentialism

40%

Apathy

35%

Strong Egoism

30%

Kantianism

15%

Divine Command

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Free masons rule the world: Fin.

2005-05-02T02:34:10Z

Wow, the more I find out about these guys the wierder it gets, I can't wait to read Dan Brown's "Devils and Angels" apparently it has a lot about the illuminati and freemasons in it and their beef with the catholic church.

I also need to read pennies and dimes or dimes and nickels, I forget which, it's by a professor researching poverty who tries to live like the impoverished on minimum wage but she can't. Sounds really interesting, reminded me of the photographic work of Nikki S. Lee, but makes Lee seem disturbingly superficial in comparison.

I wondered today if fish are capable of unhappiness or happiness, watching them float around. Another irrational fear:
I am so creeped out by those fish that stick to the side of the tank and just stay there. -.-;;

Mmmm...speaking about creepy, check out this phenomenally profound painting called "Government Bureau" by George Tooker.

http://web.ics.purdue.edu/~conreys/new101files/tooker_government_bureau2.1956.jpg

Another kooky paper idea: ""Get Down There!": Female Dominance through the gaze of male painters"

http://www.conncoll.edu/visual/USA-prints/sloan-stuff/sloan-jpegs-big/sloan-1112b.jpg

Hmmm....I like the formula

All of whom had done __________ with which ___________ was no doubt familiar.

Learned a lot about Butte (I'm not spelling it right), Montana tonight at dinner. I hadn't met anyone with such strong western regional pride before.

Good line for a book: "Oh tell me about it, that reminds me of the first time he and I went to a hotel room together he-oops, I've said too much, haven't I?"

Californication

2005-05-01T02:15:16Z

Interesting paper ideas for the future:

Reaction to Californication in 60s-70s performance art
Socialism in American art
Comparing the trends of Urbanism and Localism during the 30s
Influence of freemasonry on the urban landscape of Washington D.C.
Christian Iconography in 80s cartoons (lol now that one's just a joke: see bottom of entry)

Yum.

Last night I had fun blowing up expired condoms and attatching them to the ceiling via static electricity. They got to be like three feet long. I tried filling one up in the sink in the bathroom with water, it filled the entire sink, I tied it up, tried to pick it up and it exploded all over me. Undressed, my room mate was already in the room naked, we put on some boxer shorts, put the inflated condoms over our boobs and went "streaking". Also went to see Alpha Psi Omega's "Lifecycle of a Vagina", Hollins' own version of the Vagina Monologues. Lol my favorite quote is "Thou shalt not queef during oral sex!" Very entertaining, and right up my alley heh heh, alley *wink wink wink* I've never felt so proud to have a vagina before! mwah!

We all have irrational fears don't we?
I fear putting sweet and low into hot beverages, but not cold beverages
The Morton salt girl creeps me out, why the hell is she salting the earth?
I fear mousse, I avoid using it at all costs.

Went off campus for a cigarette run, I only smoke when I'm really stressed, like when I'm trying to finish this 8-9 page paper on the ash can school before Tuesday. It's not due Tuesday, I just want to submit it for revision a lot. Too much to do, this paper and other papers and exams all sneaking up on me.

Bradley and William called me tonight, that made me happy, I miss them, I really feel like I have real friends with them. =] Real friends like that are hard to find. I miss you Diane ;_; Bradley told me I sounded like his Jewish history professor and that it was sexy >.<

"From the 1920s through the 1950s, college fraternities and volunteer social groups like Elks and Shriners provided the largest market for stag films in America."
Hmmm...the Shriners buying porn? They are a charity for sick kids, right?
Sick kids need porn I guess. :P

Hmmm...which leads to the topic of freemasons

" Much of the landscape of Washington D.C. was in fact inspired by, or directly designed by Freemasons including the layout of national buildings, the mapping of streets and roadways, and the placement of national monuments which has caused some to speculate that some of the occult practices and symbolism prominent in Freemasonry have embedded themselves within the structure of several governments — in this case, the United States." - wikipedia

Hmmm...it's funny I was looking up the history of pornography for a paper and somehow I got infatuated with freemasonry.

Approaching Christian Iconography in 80s animated cartoons

Compare the symbolism in images of 80s cartoon protagonists to those representing Christ:

He-Man:
http://www.toonopedia.com/he-man.jpg
http://www.antoniogenna.net/doppiaggio/anim/he-man.jpg

Link:
http://www.gamingredients.com/games/snes/zelda3/images/z3_cartoon1.jpg

Jesus:
http://iconaantica.spb.ru/chrh1.jpg

...it is plausible...lol perhaps I should start devoting my creative energies to actually working, huh?

Read it and weeeep! ^_-

2005-04-29T00:58:21Z

Dear President Gray,

As the captain of the fencing team for 2005-06 I had a conversation with Lynda Calkins about the possibility of hiring a fencing coach to replace Coach Ware. It was my understanding from her that she would advertise the job along with the golf job then hire based on the needs of the department. I was surprised to find out that so far there have not been any attempts made by the athletic administration to either hire or advertise for a fencing coach. The April 27 Grapevine advertised for head golf, lacrosse and soccer coaches, but as of yet there has not been any advertisement for a new fencing coach.

Having a fencing coach to teach beginning lessons is important at Hollins, because fencing is a very unique sport that appeals to diverse groups of students. Beginning epée and foil classes are a wonderful way of introducing students to the sport, and if they choose to fence at a competitive level they join the club. I feel frustrated by the attitude of the athletic administration towards the fencing program at Hollins and can’t understand why a sports program that has proven by both its numbers and by the interest of perspectives (thirty nine perspective freshman inquired about fencing at Hollins this year) should not have a coach next year. In fact, Hollins’ famous fencing program was one of the most influential factors for me in choosing Hollins. Fencing classes are vital for maintaining a level of new recruits for the fencing club. This year many of our star players joined the club and performed incredibly at competitions after taking Coach Ware’s beginning classes.

The fencing club has been without varsity status for three years now, so we are getting together a proposal to have fencing reinstated as a varsity sport. This year we competed against Mary Washington, Stevens, Sweet Briar, VMI, Virginia Tech, Mary Baldwin, Washington and Lee, UVA, and JMU. I feel it would be wrong for the athletic department not to hire or advertise for a new coach to replace Coach Ware after her retirement. It would not only disappoint the many students who enjoy beginning fencing classes but could also stifle the growth of the fencing club.

Sincerely,

Whitney Stanton
Fencing Captain 2005-06

I don't believe in fortune cookies anymore! tear

2005-04-28T00:19:44Z

Tonight there was a delicious hodge-podge of oriental food at the dining hall tonight, fortune cookies included. My room mate gave me hers it says

"Something nice is coming to you in the mail"

If I don't get what Nori (says he) sent me before next time I see him I'm going to be like "I don't believe in fortune cookies anymore! It lied!"

Now if you put the "in bed" after what I got in MY cookie.

"You should be able to make money and hold on to it in bed"

I SHOULD be able to, shouldn't I, cookie?

Well, honestly I have a lot more pertinent things on my mind than fortune cookies right now, but I really just felt like writing about the cookies.

Ugh...during women and econ this girl next to me brought a plate from the cafeteria stacked high with different types of faux-asian pork, beef and chicken and left it there for all three hours of the class. I felt so sick all class....ugh...

Cruising

2005-04-27T00:53:42Z

Yeah, I realized today that there is a reason why I hadn't heard of Roanoke before I started looking for colleges.

I was at a Chinese food restaurant, it's name isn't important, adorned with all the certificates and awards it has receieved from the Roanoker Magazine and other assorted Roanoke publications problaiming it as the best Chinese food restaurant from 2000 to 2005, Best take out, Best Schezuan, Best Buffet...etc. etc. The food was mediocre and the booths that were farther away from the table than average booths were that sterile deep pink faux-leather that can be found in dentist's offices across the nation.

While balancing precariously at the edge of the booth seat I looked around and saw why the booths were farther away from the table than what I am used to in Fairfax. The corpulancy of the clientelle spoke for itself. Groups of pot-bellied or grossly obese hicks were there, all coming for the 6.95 buffet, going back and forth repeatedly from the buffet to their tables, patting their already bulging stomachs as if they were struggling to hold more food.

While eating my bland "Spicy Tofu, Schezuan Style" I contemplated that the reason why it won so many awards for best Chinese food was because it was one of two Chinese restaurants in the area, the other being "China Wok", nesstled between a Walgreen's and a Hooter's with an obnoxious yellow and red exterior and the font of the sign marks it as a Chinese food restaurant, even if you can't read what it says from a distance.

Eavesdropping I heard hick dad say to hick child "Do you know who Osama Bin Laden Is?" the child responded "Oh no, dad, not this again, I don't need to be lectured again today." as the conversation progressed I discovered it had something to do with basketball.

A few of the women there seemed malformed; gangly and unkept from the waist up, rubenesque and porting ill-fitting boot cut jeans at least four inches too short from the waist down.

God Bless America and good night!

LOL! Porn descriptions

2005-04-26T03:54:16Z

"Huge slab of man meat"

I always thought of the word "slab" as being more condusive to a cutlet rather than a penis...

Hehe I love this picture, hooray for the Ashcan school!

http://www.catalystinternet.com/edge/artists/sloan.jpg

There's a lot to that picture, and it is significant in an art-historical context. I want to make a big print of it for my room. =]

Drunk salsa

2005-04-26T02:55:55Z

Oh yeah! Looks like I'm going to be coaching for $20 an hour this summer. Not a bad deal. =] Unfortunately it's going to technically be a fencing fundraiser. I went out and picked a huge bouquet of lilacs of every different shade of purple and white, it smells so nice in here. Sat down and finished a five page paper in one sitting, huzzah. Now that I'm hopped up on iced mocha I'm going to try to get some more work done.

I have to go directly to the president because Lynda Calkins is being a lying bitch, she claims that she has advertised that Hollins is hiring a fencing instructor when in fact she hasn't at all and I don't think she even has the intention to!! This is crazy! I'm overwhelmed with how much the athletic director is against us! Looks like I'm going to have to write a nice little letter to Nancy Gray about this, checked with the personnell office, nothing has been advertised, she is blatently lying to me!

Mmmm...did the drunk salsa dance at a Salsa and soul petit concert au dix-huitieme rue. Did some more drunk salsa later that night.

In my pants

2005-04-26T00:12:29Z

Taken from cloverleaf07

1.Ride on, King Jesus in my pants!
2.Follow me down to Carlow in my pants :P
3.Your Song in my pants!
4.Love is a rain of diamonds IN MY PANTS!
5.Appalachian spring in my pants
6.Long Time Gone in my pants
7.Light my fire In My PANTS!
8.Who are the brave in my pants?
9.So in love in my pants! (ha!)
10.Tequila in my pants!!!!!!!!
11.Wonderfull in my pants
12.Mary Speaks in my pants (WTF???)
13.Extraordinary girl in my pants!
14.All you wanted in my pants....(not gonna go there =P)

Hard to say in my pants!

hehe, hey Kathy, remember "Oh baby, you've certainly lit the fire in MY pants"

Defile some altars

2005-04-25T23:16:21Z

"Well, I guess you could compare the stories of Pygmalion to the story of Atlanta, while Pygmalion gets the wife he wants and praises the gods for her, Atlanta goes off and defiles some altars with her new husband...mmmmm...that makes me want to go off and defile some altars" -Me

I'm per-fesh-ion-ahl

2005-04-25T20:41:46Z

Hi Tom!

I discussed the local fencing instruction possibilities in Roanoke with Coach Ware, we don't know of any private fencing clubs in the area, but the Hollins fencing team has been planning to offer fencing instruction to the community as a fundraiser.

I've been fencing for six years, and recieved instruction prior to coming to Hollins University at the Virginia Academy of Fencing, the largest fencing club in America. Here at Hollins the girls would be capable of providing your son with lessons and individual attention.

As for fees, if there is one student we would charge $20 an hour, and if he wants to bring a friend we would charge each student $15 each, two friends $12 each, and if we had four students we would charge $10 each per hour of instruction each.

I will be able to provide lessons over the summer because I am staying in Roanoke. Lessons would be held at the fencing studio at Hollins, there would be no need for equipment fees, they would be included in the fees per hour of instruction.

First I would go over the basics of safety, equipment handling, lunge, recoveries, ballestra, fleche, the parries and riposte, tempo, binds, counter-attacks and after covering those basics focus on developing his skills for competition, and electric fencing. If he wanted to join a fencing team in college he would be very well prepared.

If you are interested e-mail me back so we can start scheduling lesson times.

Whitney Stanton
Hollins Fencing Team Captain 2005-2006

Email's being retarded, last measure, don't bother reading

2005-04-21T16:33:06Z

Whitney Stanton
American Art
4/20/05

Outline: Final Paper

George Bellows New York, 1911 NGA
George Bellows Both Members of This Club, 1909 NGA
George Bellows Blue Morning, 1909 NGA
George Bellows Forty-Two Kids Corcoran Gallery
Robert Henri Snow in New York, 1902 NGA
George Benjamin Luks The Miner, 1925 NGA
Everett Shinn Fifth Avenue Bus, 1914 NGA
Maurice Brazil Prendergast The Mall, Central Park 1900/03 NGA
John Sloan The City, From Greenwich Village, 1922 NGA
John Sloan Night Windows, 1910 NGA

-Introduction
-Who they were, briefly mention the most important shows they had
-Bellow’s solo show at Madison gallery
-Armory Show
-The Macbeth Gallery
-What was the social climate like for the Ashcan school painters?
-Explain why the artists of the Ashcan school can be called “social realists”
-Explain the prevalent art instruction and academies at the time
-Mention Ashcan school’s conscious rejection of the European tradition

-Goals of the Ashcan school
-How these were demonstrated and championed by Robert Henri
-Henri’s public show, where anyone could submit work and it would hang at this show.
-Combination of beauty and ugliness, believed they co-existed.
-The Ashcan school as a bohemian group in lifestyle and subject matter, area they lived in, an area containing both extreme poverty and extreme wealth. How does the Ashcan school act as a mediator (if I should even use this word) between different classes? Academicians would call paintings of the Ashcan school that were intended to create a strong social message “charming”. What does this say about the paintings and the academy? Were academicians at the time completely indifferent to the social climate at the time?

-Social Climate
-George Bellows Forty-Two Kids Corcoran Gallery as commentary on child poverty, reaction of academy to it.
-Cityscapes, different elements of the developing city
- George Bellows New York, 1911 NGA, mingling of different groups and technology in streets
- Robert Henri Snow in New York, 1902 NGA
- John Sloan The City, From Greenwich Village, 1922 NGA, details in the painting and what they tell us about life at the time, electricity, metro, ads in the picture plane.
- Everett Shinn Fifth Avenue Bus, 1914 NGA
-Night Life
- George Bellows Both Members of This Club, 1909 NGA. Loopholes in laws found in order to hold prize fights by Sharkey’s club, Bellow’s experience with the club and depicting boxing/wrestling.
- John Sloan Night Windows, 1910 NGA Voyeurism, view of city and of its people, discuss perspective.
- John Sloan’s dedication to lithography as more committed than any previous serious American artist
- John Sloan The City, From Greenwich Village, 1922 NGA, compare this with Sloan’s work done 12 years earlier. What was the late Ashcan school doing?
-Urbanization
- Ashcan school’s attitude toward urbanization, how does it compare and contrast to the mainstream attitude?
- Everett Shinn Fifth Avenue Bus, 1914 NGA discuss public transportation in NY at time, who took public transit? How popular was it? Why is this an untraditional subject to paint?
- - Maurice Brazil Prendergast The Mall, Central Park 1900/03 NGA, new recreation activities created by urbanization, new culture.

-Attitudes Towards the Labor Force
- George Bellows Blue Morning, 1909 NGA, workers fitting in harmoniously with their surroundings.
- Discuss Bellow’s involvement with anarchists like Emma Goldman, marches and strong stances and awareness about his political surroundings. Bellow’s open radical (for the time) socialist tendencies.
- George Benjamin Luks The Miner, 1925 NGA, as a glorification of the working man.

-The role of Rockwell Kent’s exhibit and the division of the Ashcan school, including the division of “The Eight”
-Discuss Henri’s and Bellows’ involvement with the academy as administrators
-Arthur B. Davies, George Luks, and Maurice Prendergast followed the stipulations of having their work displayed at Rockwell Kent’s exhibit by not submitting any of their work to any academy function.

Hahaha!! So cute!

2005-04-21T03:38:38Z

"Drowned in grief, I wrote perhaps a little too strongly. If my letters have given you pain, I shall be inconsolable for life..."

-Napoleon Bonaparte in a letter to Josephine

hahaha mmm...crazy dictators. I'm so upset, I found out that Kubrick had spent thirty years researching Napoleon for a movie that he never started filming before he died!! *sob* That makes me inconsolable! What an amazing movie that would have been...the master of kinky dark cinema tackling my favorite historical figure!! I want to check out the book when it comes out about all the work he did for the movie it's going to be called "Napoleon: Stanley Kubrick's greatest work he did not make" or something. *tear*