Funny Items From Last Week

Courtesy of Miks,

Item #1:

On the American Girls Dolls:

"I want them to make a Japanese Internment doll named Mitchiko, with her own apple picking basket and straw mat."

Item #2:

On the state of the bathrooms at Bobst library:

"NYU undergraduates are feral!"

GOOAAALLLL!!!!

I reached a professional milestone on Friday. I gave my first academic paper at a conference.

It's difficult to accurately convey the depth of my anxiety prior to delivering this paper. At best, I was hoping to get through the delivery without vomiting on my myself. At worst...well...it really wouldn't have taken much more than the vague look of disappointment in the eyes of my profs to send my packing back to Chi-town.

But it went well. Amazingly well. I can actually write and deliver a paper with a degree of confidence ands style. Perfect it wasn't but no glaring flaws, and alot of compliments from professors not previously familiar with my work.

The other papers were good too, one on Raleigh's navigational texts which was a nice compliment to my own slave ship theme. And another on automatons in the 18th Century. One additional presenter had a death in her family and did not present, which was a bit awkward for the facult respondents. But it was a nice time. No deer in headlights moments.


So, the professionalization process is in full swing. Next up: term paper topics. Fuck!

This Is Just To Say

Play the game. Feel better.

Best Celebrity Encounter Ever

Since moving to NYC I've encountered my share of celebrities, some more than once:

Chris Noth three times, around NYU;

Molly Shannon also three times, at the Starbucks across the street from Chelsea Markets;

Scott Speedman twice, once outside Space Market and once at VBar;

and one of the Olson twins three times on NYU campus.

All the rest were one timers:

Kanye West at Corner Shop Cafe;

The Gyllenhaals on 9th Ave;

Dave Chapelle on Sullivan Ave,

Sandra Bernhard also at Chelsea Markets;

Richard Dreyfuss at the Union Square Barnes & Nobel;

Chris Parnell also at the Union Square Barnes & Nobel;

and Ana Gasteyer, on the subway.


Today I shook the hand of this man:

I love this city.

Summer's Gone a Summer Song

Summer's Gone a Summer Song

It's the night before classes begin and insead of being a good little organizer I sit noodling about on the computer whilst sipping zinfandel, listening to Calexico, and thinking about random things such as Yahtzee and trips to Queens. This summer? Altogether better. Beats the hell out moving (yes we're no longer moving, issues with asshold neighbor at a detente). Less financially thin although thinner than I would have liked. Sangria, the Met, trips to Park Slope, pedicures and shiny sandals. New music, new people. New York is conquerable and I am on my way.

Where the Hell did July go?

This summer is slipping by in a series of lost evenings at Iggy's, hella hot days, and exploding kitty asses. Yes, there is a story behind that last one. No, I'm not going to explain it. Suffice to say, I rock as a roomie.

Note to all NYC Men

Never ever try to pick me up at 3:00 am on the subway.

Dog Days of Summer

I have a new gorgeous Macbook that is seriously beginning to cramp my social life. I wish I were kidding. New tech toys tend to bring out my not so inner geek. Last night, Spence made me go out to the Laurie Anderson concert in Prospect Park for which I am incredibly grateful. Spence: combating my shut-in tendencies for almost two years now.

The concert was good. A little avant-garde form my taste, but one must expand ones horizons. We've been spending more time in Park Slope on the weekends since classes let out. There's this wonderful German restaurant on 7th Avenue called Café Steinhof which serves a decent and economical brunch. Go for the Kielbasa. Stay for the sour cherry martini. Yum.

In other news, another move imminentent. Sigh. I hate moving. But I hate our downstairs neighbors more. More specifically I hate the husband. He's a bully. There is no justice when bullies win.

Ma Vie En Bleu

Paris Postmortem

Le sigh. A week just ain't enough time. The food the food the food. Cheese to die for, mostly camembert (Sorry Kohlmeister) wine, bread, chocolate. My first night there I had this wonderful cassoulet with beans and choucroute, good hearty Southwestern food, at this place called Chez Papa in Montparnasse. It was across the street from, the Cimetaire du Montparnasse where Baudelaire, Susan Sontag, and others I'm forgetting are buried.

Paris is an interesting mixture of cosmopolitan and quaint. I think that's what separates it from a city like New York where quaint is kind of hard to find. Maybe it's the pink apartment buildings with the wrought iron balconies, or the profusion of flower stands. Maybe's just hearing French, which sounds piquant regardless of the speaker. Maybe it's the fact that nobody seems in a hurry. I was always walking far too quickly wherever I went.

I didn't do much in the way of planned sightseeing. I only went to one museum, the Musée d'Orsay, which I missed back in 2001. I've become hopeless when it comes to the regular tourist things. I just don't have the energy for standing in front of a piece of art and really taking it in. But I did see some fabulous Monets as well as Rodin's scupture of Balzac. Cousin Bette is on my reading list for this summer. I call my myself a Transatlantic 19th century person but my French novels are seriously lacking.

Met up with Stanford Dude on Saturday. And he took me to Montmarte and Sacre Couer of Amelie fame. It would have been more charming without the tourists. First week of May is also unfortunately when the beginning of the American/Australian/German/Canadian invasion. My parents were a little jarred by hearing so much English after 5 weeks of feeling the like only Americans around. Walked through the Jardins Luxembourg and then hung out with Stanford's Parisian Scientologist friends (yup) and had the humbling experience of not being able follow a conversation at all. Luckily the language barrier kept me from saying anything scathing about Tom Cruise.

Sunday and Monday were both rainy and largely working days for me. Oh the joy of carting around library books. Note to self: be a better planner.

Tuesday the parentals had to scramble and pack, but we did make it to the Eiffel Tower which was lit blue. We also had another great meal, at La Coupel also in Montparnasse.

Wednesday, after the museum I loitered around the Latin Quarter, popping into bookshops, buying chocolate, eating gelato. The Latin Quarter is busy but in very non-rushing kind of way. Good place for a coffee or carafe of wine. Sit and watch pretty French men with shaggy hair smoke and talk.

I ended my trip by running into Stanford Dude and tagging along with him to a tango class. Nothing quite like trying to learn a difficult dance in a foreign language, but in the end it was a lot of fun, lack of coordination notwithstanding.

So all in all, not a bad trip. I didn't force myself to do a lot, and in the end there was nothing I was especially dying to see. Staying in one place for an entire week is kind of novel for me. Usually my European excursions involve 2-3 days in once city before moving on. Next summer I will hopefully have the chance to stay longer and really soak up the atmosphere.

Pics to follow eventually.

Thoughts After 3 days in Paris

French Scientologists: who knew?

17 Euros is way too much to pay for a copy of Image-Music-Text.

Paris is a lot like New York, only charming.

TBC...

Notes Composed After An Abortive Trip to Bobst Library

To the Powers That Be at NYU: Build a Grad Library now please.

To the architect of Bobst Library: I could live with the bleak panopticon design, if there were more outlets available at the desks. As it is, 45 minutes of wandering around looking for a place to park with my laptop left me wanting to kill myself. Seriously, next time you do a library, think light, think fuzzy, think thousands of kids with laptops.

To the numbers of undergrads wandering around gabbing on your cell phones: If you are the jerks who have left your dell, backpack, wallet, and ipod unattended to have an angsty conversation with your mom/dad/best friend/boyfriend/frenemy/current crush/latest hookup: Please be aware that I am one more afternoon away from stealing your money and wiping your hard drive.

To the lone person WITHOUT a laptop sitting at the large table near an outlet near the best sunny window: You deserve to DIE.

Thank you,

Me.

Je Suis Une Mal Etudiante

A week from today I leave for Paris.

Between now and then I have approximately 35-45 pages to write.

What am I doing now? Blogging of course.

Word.

And the Winner Is...

(drum roll please)...NYU for the next 4-6 years people. Yeah big surprise huh. But it's amazing how much sense it makes to stay here. Everyone is very warm and fuzzy, which will undoubtedly cool once they see how bad my thesis turns out.

Spence and I went to see this band tonight at Avalon, formerly Limelight, of Party Monster fame. Awesome show. Must now become obsessed with all things Shiny Toy Guns-related. It was the first of three shows we're seeing this week. Next up, The Sounds, and then Ladytron. I never go see live music and now three shows in one week.

It was a nice way to celebrate the end of the application process, reintroducing myself to NYC in a very New Yorkish way. I've been resting lightly here for nearly two years. Now I'm looking at staying in the same apartment for another year. It's nice to have a feeling of permanence.

I Could Blog About Graduate School...

...but I don't wanna. This time-waster is courtesy of Mikka who is foxy and not at all self-deprecating.

adopt your own virtual pet!

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Hee hee. He hops when you click him.

Eeeek!

In at Stanford and University of Illinois-CU!!!

The Story So Far

So in case anybody is wondering, here is the annotated grad school list.

Berkeley--Accepted, still waiting on the financial aid package. Amazing school. Berkeley was the dream school before I came to NYU.

Brown--Accepted. Best financial package so far. 5 years funding plus 3 summers. Good program, not terribly exciting.

New York University--Won't know till next week at the earliest. Signs point to yes. This is where the decision gets difficult. I know the people, I know the program, and they've really put together a crack team of Americanists. But I'm ambivalent about staying in New York for five years. This year has been hard for a number of reasons, and I think I'm projecting alot of that onto the city. Living in Berkeley would also be just as expensive with the advantage of more temperate climate.

Stanford--No word. They started making phone calls yesterday. Sigh. At this point it would be greedy to whine about not getting in, especially since Berkeley is better for what I do.

University of Illinois, Champaign-Urbana--No word, low on the list. The lure of Urbana is first and foremost living 2 hours away from my parents. That's me, the big baby.

UCLA--Accepted. Fully funded for 1 year, plus 3 year teaching stipend. Good school, not crazy about the idea of living in LA.

University of Maryland--No word, although doesn't matter on this point. Pretty low on the list.

Yale--No word, but they have started making phone calls, so it's probably a no. Yale was an application that I probably should have abandoned. They have a few really good professors but all of them are on the job market.

So that's where I am so far. It's a good place to be. Two weeks ago I'd get queasy every time someone would ask me if I'd started hearing from schools. It's also kicked my senioritis into overdrive, which is a very bad thing. Working on my thesis begins in earnest today.

Fama turned me on to a livejournal community which she has very aptly termed grad school crack. I am very glad I didn't know about this site two weeks ago because even without the stress of rejections it's very addictive.

The Method to My Madness

Chime in.

3 for 3

In at Brown.

I was so giddy when they called I'm sure they're rethinking the acceptance. Oh well. I did a mental victory lap and then proceeded to completely flub my 18th Century Novel presentation.

How Much do I Rock?

I'm in at UCLA and Berkeley.

Life is fucking sweet.