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And then I flew a rocket ship to the planet Marva.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Zarah and I went to the Pasadena Doo-Dah Parade, which, basically, is a parade for the mad.  And, in many ways, it renewed by faith in humankind.  Here are pictures!  And also, my new goal in life is to be a Lady in a Fancy Dress, Sitting on a Car, Waving at the Masses when [...]

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Pretty good.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Things are pretty good.  I mean, yesterday I touched my favorite human being in all of history (ie:  David Lynch), today I am drinking Mexican mochas (most delicious coffee incarnation yet) and am productively writing a paper about Beth Ditto (fuck yeah), there is only one more week left of classes this quarter and then [...]

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Example of how grad school enables one to become completely disconnected from reality.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

The other day, in a restaurant, I saw a news item appear on the TV screen with the  headline “DEATH OF AN AUTHOR,” and I thought to myself, “How interesting!  CNN is doing some kind of piece on Foucault, or perhaps Barthes!” Of course this was not true.  CNN was doing a piece on Micheal [...]

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So, how’s school?

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

1.  Well, the class that I’m TAing for is bigger than my entire high school was, and currently the student body seems to be having a lot of trouble with the following concepts: a) Days of the week, b) the alphabet. Oh, good. 2.  I am reading Hegel for class.  Or rather, I was reading [...]

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Dear whoever organized the largely useless TA conference,

Monday, September 22, 2008

Look, if the orange juice you serve at breakfast is going to be presented to us in a punch bowl, the very least you could do is spike it.  Nothing says “Happy Monday morning!” quite like a screwdriver. Sincerely yours, Alexandra, who ditched the conference and went out for hipster coffee instead.

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