Dance?

I'm in the midst of a domestically blissful morning. Eddie, Kim's boyfriend, is hunched over her dusk with his head on a small pillow. They had a fight. I got some of her shrill outbursts on tape. That's so I can play it back for her to let her know what I love to hear so much. I actually had my headphones on but shrill makes it through those. Even Eminem.

Last night, I went with friends from my program to see our student adviser's dance program. None of us really knew what to think. Afterward, we walked and walked and took the train and walked some more only to pay too much money for an independent, Buca diBeppo-like restaurant in Little Italy called La Mela. It was fun. After that, we went to a smoky lounge on the Bowery called Astoria Lounge. I wasn't there very long when I went with Joanne to her place and slept. Well, I didn't sleep. She worked on a paper, and I watched a lesbian cult film called "Personal Best," which starred a young Mariel Hemingway.

I never understood the obsession with this movie. Maybe it's a generational thing. But basically, the lesbian in the movie plays the novelty character against whom the bisexual character (Hemingway) explores her need to satisfy any lingering desire to be with a woman. In the end, of course, the lesbian loses the girl. Oh, sorry for giving away the ending. I'm on page 2.14 of my slavery paper. The intro sucks. It feels like a pizza that's grossly undercooked and weighed down with too much cheese. When you pick it up, it falls down around your hand. This is what my intro does.

So I ended up trying to help myself out a bit by just writing what the hell it was I want to say. Of course I wrote a page and a half and it only took five minutes. It helped me focus. I've extended my personal deadline to Wednesday/Thursday. As long as I can have the outline for my next paper done by Thanksgiving, I'll be thankful. I'm registering for classes on Monday. I'm so eager to get the hell out of this semester. I'm a bit nervous, though, because I have to get a 3.0 in order to come back. I had a dilemma about which classes to take. There are two requirements for Sociology: Foundations I: Social Theory and Foundations II: Sociology and History. I didn't take the first one, of course, because 10 weeks ago, I still thought race actually existed, and I was going to examine African American literature. I was in the dark back then.

Even though Sergio the sociology adviser said it wouldn't be a problem if I took the second class without having had the first, I think I'm going to wait. I don't need to start that class with two things going against me, the other of which is my lack of any background whatsoever in sociology. Next year. The good thing is that I'll be studying for the M.A. exam next spring so the material may be fresh in my mind. That will be good if I want to go on to the Ph.D. Oh wait, that would cost more money. Never mind. I'll just stop at a master's. Here is what I will be taking: 1) Gender, Politics and History 2) Fundamentals of the Sociology of Culture and either 3) Feminism and Literature or The Meanings and Effects of the Feminist Movement I'll sit in on Feminism and Literature to see what it's like. It's hard because two of my favorite terms are mentioned in the description: Victorian literature and George Eliot. I've been talking about my Modernity class a lot. And about Jim Miller. Check him out. And if you want more, here's an article on him. Today was the first bad subway day I had.

An old guy pushed his way passed me to get into an already crowded train. That didn't make me happy. I pushed him back. That felt good. People don't really get out of your way here, either. That's kind of weird. And the problem is I have my headphones on at all times unless I'm in class or talking to someone. So if I say something mean, I can't hear how loudly I'm talking. I could get hurt that way. The good news is that my worst subway day was preceded by my best subway day.

Last night on the train, I saw a guy reading the play Lonely Planet. Some of you may remember my experience as "chair wrangler" for Synergy Stage's production of that very play. So I asked the guy if he was enjoying it, knowing he'd appreciate my role in the play. It turns out he was rehearsing a monologue for an open call audition the next day.

I updated my pictures Web site. They're going to start charging soon, the bastards, so I'm not sure how long I'll keep that page. What is this obsession with making money. I guess I'll try to find something else. I'm fading fast. Till next time.