The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

1.) I had to go to Hendo for an interview yesterday (I think I'm out of the running for that one; sometimes you just know), and was struck by how different the place seems to Indiana, even though it's 30-40 minutes from Evansville and there's a lot of back-and-forth between the two cities (not to mention southeastern Illinois, which is also a few miles off). I can't put my finger on it; maybe it's just the weird knowledge that oh hey, I'm in the South now. (When I was growing up, my grandparents lived in Georgia, and we visited every so often; we also spent some time in Virginia and North Carolina, vacationly speaking. Because of this, I like visiting the South and I have happy memories of it, though aspects of it are seriously borked such that I'd never want to live there.) Anyway, just off 41, there's a leasing company that offers apartments at weekly rates, which started me fantasizing, even though this raises questions (blah blah blah other obligations blah blah blah finding work gabble gabble don't seriously want to live in Kentucky I mean WHAT would I tell people rhubarb rhubarb) and if I did do it, it would seriously blow my residency status all to hell when I go back to school next year, not to mention get my University library privileges revoked until I go back. This last is The Thing That Must Not Be.

2.) For no apparent reason, I am craving the Russian Revolution SO BAD. Hello there, teenaged!l33! How are you today?
2a.) Apparently, I am still emotionally a lot more sympathetic towards Communism than I thought (O RLY???) because every time I read articles critical of the ideology, I get a little huffy in my brain. (In fairness, there's also pro-Communist stuff out there which is total glurge, and I can't stand to read that shit either.)
2b.) Clearly, I will never be grown up. OH NOES.
2c.) Conventional adulthood is for simps anyway.
2d.) Maybe I should just go down to Coyoacan one of these days like I always wanted to do and get it out of my system.
2e.) …never mind. It will probably never be out of my system. COMMUNISM: It broke my heart and part of me still loves it all the same.

3.) The other night, I had a dream that I had fallen asleep on duokinneas, which had absolutely no basis in reality but was v. nice all the same.

4.) Decided to crash on the couch last night with the porch door open and the fan going. Callice climbed up and snuggled up on my feet (not on the blanket, which is her preferred bed) and stayed there more or less until I woke up. My back hates me now, but it was otherwise v. pleasant.

5.) Don't have to be at work until 6:30 (but once I'm there, I have to stick it out until midnight, because we are SO BUSY at midnight, you know), and if I can get through another 5-and-a-half-hour shift tomorrow, I shall have earned my day off. Really not looking forward to tonight, though. Good thing I don't have to leave for another 4 hours.

6.) Made cabbage salad for lunch and had it with a hard-boiled egg and half an avocado and a chunk of baguette. We need more eggs now, though. Also, I need to finish some of the leftovers in the fridge. Nom nom nom. :9

7.) Need to clean up the kitchen shortly. l33 out.

Also, I'm going to forget unless I do this right now, so:
( The cut, she has big letters! )

I am feeling considerably less emo today, thanks to 1.) a pretty good yesterday and 2.) 14 hours of sleep, something that's been in short supply since Thursday. Basically, yesterday was all right--I went in to work from about 8:30 to 4:30, typed LPRs, all that crap. Mark poked his head in around 11:15 to ask me if I liked Golden Corral, assuring me that I would instantly feel much better about myself due to the preponderance of the horrifically huge. He was not kidding. (Also, it appears that our troops were deployed to the Evansville Golden Corral, but okay.) Since I couldn't find a polite way to say, Uh, I can't eat right now, but thanks, I tagged along and managed to choke down a plateful.

I'd rung Joy earlier in the day to see if she wanted to grab a bite to eat. We agreed to meet after I ran to the library (because frankly if I didn't get Isaac Deutscher's biography of Trotsky there was going to be big trouble), so we hung out at Olive Garden, and then subsequently at the bookstore. It was probably around 8 or 9 when I got out of Joy's driveway; Mom had been at home dealing with the lumpenproletariat. (We finally moved all X-chan's stuff out of the house yesterday and packed it off to Arizona for her; the piano and butcher block, which dethorats and treyvadi will remember, are gone now. It'll take some getting used to.)

Callice has been peeing in places that are not the litterbox, and has been doing this fairly recently. I'm almost hoping that this is something physical, because then it can be fixed fairly easily; however, I suspect that it's behavioral. I just can't figure out why; there's no new pet, no new baby, no move, no major trauma. We've given her the benefit of the doubt where the guest room is concerned, but she's been peeing on the wing chairs, the rattan couch on the porch, and in X-chan's closet (all places where she'd have ample opportunity to get to the litterbox). So I'm calling the vet tomorrow and making an appointment for her: hopefully that will work out.

Hopefully everything will work out.

From "The Formalist School" and "Revolution and Social Art", Literature and Revolution, tr. Rose Strunsky, and reprinted in The Modern Tradition (ed. Richard Ellmann--yes, the Joyce biographer--and Charles Feidelson, Jr).

Shklovsky's destruction of Marxism in five points reminds us very much of those articles which were published against Darwinism in the magazine "The Orthodox Review" in the good old days. If the doctrine of the origin of man from the monkey were true, wrote the learned Bishop Nikanor of Odessa thirty or forty years ago, then our grandfathers would have had distinct signs of a tail, or would have noticed such a characteristic in their grandfathers and grandmothers. Second, as everybody knows, monkeys can only give birth to monkeys. [...] Fifth, Darwinism is incorrect, because it contradicts Formalism--I beg your pardon. I meant to say the formal decisions of the universal church conferences.

OH SNAP. XD

God, I loves me some Trotskyite snark.

If you loved me, you'd write me some Communist slash.

PLLLLLLLLZZZZZZZZ?

PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ?

(And nobody point me to the Marx/Engels fic; I already know about it.)