Saturday, March 26, 2005

Part of a phone conversation between my husband and I at 4:30 am today:

Me: I hate how the pillows always fall down between the bed and the wall. This bed is stupid. The pillows are stupid.
Him: What do you want me to do about it? I’m 45 miles away right now.
Me: We could build a trap.
Him: You mean like a pillow delivery system? Every time you lose one it spits a new one out of a slot?
Me: More like those ball-return things at the bowling alley.

I haven't done anything today. I mean it. Nothing. I haven't even put on any pants. I've spent the whole day in my underwear, on the computer, either in bed or cuddled up with a down comforter in an armchair.

And what have I eaten? Chips and nacho dip, and chocolate milk. Anyone else think my period's not far off?

Friday, March 18, 2005

My life is boring. So boring that I should be barred from blogging. At least I can still alliterate.

I especially feel this when I read other people's blogs. Like finslippy's. (I don't know how to do that magic that turns that word into a link to the signified in question, so here's the damn URL. I mean, my life is circumscribed by my desk (and my special reading armchair in my study) at the moment. Oh, yeah, and my husband.

It's a damn good thing that books are my favorite things - otherwise looking forward to - well, to a whole life of this might be a little daunting.

Jesus, stay-at-home moms have more fun than I do lately. (They also have more screaming and more snot. So there's that.)

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Am I revising the two papers that I'm supposed to be revising over break? Am I working on the two new seminar papers I have due in a month? Am I even reading for the class I have the day spring break is over? NO. I'm seeing if I like this blogging gig or not. I'm not sure I do - it's an odd mix of public and private. Like a zen koan, or a public radio station announcement - you happen to be passing by the station and you hear "you're listening to WUNC", and you think, "actually I'm not listening. I hit the scan button and there you were." Then you think, "wouldn't he feel silly saying that if he knew that I wasn't really listening?" And then you realize that, if you hadn't been listening, you wouldn't have heard him say that. And you also realize that if a tree fell in the forest with no one to hear, it wouldn't make a noise. (I'm a committed post-structuralist, you see.)

Blogs are like that, too. I'm writing as if to an audience, yet I assume that no one will be reading. However, the possibility of readership certainly motivates me to write more clearly, more thoughtfully, more elegantly than I do in my private journals. (Actually, my private journals are so horribly scrawled that they're nearly unreadable - and frankly, I find them boring. Perhaps the possibility of an audience is necessary to the act of writing.)

There! All full up of self-indulgent blather - just what a blog post should be.

Monday, March 14, 2005

I welcome myself to the world of blogs.