archives for August 2008
resisting the power of the bear
Thursday 14 August 2008 | I like a cookie
The heroine-choicemaker, unlike her male counterpart, can be threatened by the overpowering pull of maternal instinct. A woman may become pregnant at an inopportune time or in adverse circumstances, if she cannot resist Aphrodite and/or Demeter. When this happens, she may be diverted from a chosen path—the choice-maker as a captive of her instinct.
For example, […]
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oneiric
Thursday 14 August 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
In my dream, I want Mandarin to fight me—physically fight me. She, understandably, does not want to do this: she’s taken vows of non-violence, she protests; she’s not even mad at me, she certainly doesn’t want to hit me.
So I taunt her into it, following her from room to room verbally goading her, until finally, […]
the end is nigher
Thursday 14 August 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
From the astonishingly profound depths of what is apparently nothing more fancy than a GI virus plus ongoing proto-anaemia, I wallow up from the mattress briefly to bring you one of the freakiest late-capitalist resource-sinks I’ve seen in a while (though neither San Francisco nor Tartarus are exactly short on ‘em):
Harvest your now-precious menstrual fluid […]
further news of the downtime
Wednesday 13 August 2008 | someone left a cookie
Back from wintry SF, Mandarin now officially shiny-pated, me sick as the fabled dog and headed to a doctor’s appointment. How’s THAT for a non-post?
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this is your blog on downtime
Thursday 7 August 2008 | someone left a cookie
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the expression on her face at three minutes? pretty much sums it up
Thursday 7 August 2008 | I like a cookie
[Afterthought: Perhaps I should explain that the last movie which the Physicist and I ever watched together was, for no particular reason, Ghost World; and of course the opening scene of that film consists precisely of this, the galvanizing “Jaan pehechaan-ho!”—in which, as the fine writers of WFMU note, “Masked dancers bug out and go […]
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you can see me! but I can’t see me.
Monday 4 August 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
It’s yet another wee technological wrinkle in the pancake brought to us by Qwest, who refuse to flush their DNS cache; so everyone in Christendom can now see my website but me and the Brujo, and presumably other people sharing our server. So you can comment, but I can’t log in to moderate the comments; […]
