caitri: (bullshit)
It's bad enough to have a kung fu show with a superwhite white boy, but the level of BORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING is inexcusable. At this point I bring something to read and make fun of it while Scott watches it. (Scott has patience. And is maybe a masochist.) 
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1) Waiting to hear whether or not I'm accepted into a conference. Last week they emailed me asking for my CV, which I sent and apologized that I had forgotten, as I assumed I had forgotten to send it with the abstract. Turns out, nope, they didn't request it in the CFP, and a friend of mine who also submitted to the conference has not been asked for her CV, so we are both frustrated and annoyed and just want to know if we are in already. Grr.

2) We also both got waitlisted for courses at RBS this summer. Apparently I am 1-2 slots down the list, so there's hope I may yet get in, but grr.

3) I'm giving a short talk on Tolkien fan history at a local symposium on fantasy lit. It's two days of talks, live music, cosplay, and swordfighting demos, so hopefully it'll be fun. I bought tickets for both me and Scott, only he doesn't want to go, so I offered his ticket to the usual suspects at brunch on Sunday, and everyone else thought it would be boring too and declined. Which, I think I'm mostly annoyed because they are cool with going to see friends perform in bands or doing dance, so I'm not sure why going to a half hour talk is so objectionable. But whatever.


In GOOD news:

1) Sent off a book review today.

2) Got a scholarship to cover half my tuition for the typecasting class at the Wells Center I'm taking this summer. So YAY!!!! \o/
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My bloodwork came back normal, so pretty much yeah, my chest pains are all stress-related. Great. I did find yesterday that a half a xanax will get me through a useless meeting with a minimum of pain. So yay.

My next problem. So the Houston Book Fair is Saturday. I went with Larry and Todd last year and found some nice things for the collection. I was going to beg off going this year because of so much on my plate, but Todd wants me to go with. Todd's taking today off in compensation, and I asked Larry if I could take Wednesday, but he said that looked like too much resources poured into one trip, and how about a half day? Considering my class load, I'm not sure how I feel about eating an extra half day for work that won't be made up, so GRR.

Also, it's Election Day. At least I got a cute Indivisible bracelet from Starbucks and Anglo Saxon is this morning, otherwise I'm pretty sure I'd say fuckit.
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This week we've had fire alarms, bomb threats, and no running water at work, and it's *Thursday*. I am awaiting what fresh hell for today.

I'm also still ridiculously congested. And, AND, the Dean of Faculties tweaked their tenure guidelines again so despite the fact that MY Dean wrote his letter of support and sent it off two days ago I got an emergency email from P&T to create a summary data table to recapitulate documentation already there, which I have spent this morning thus far doing when I meant to be catching up on the THREE PROJECTS I NEED DONE.

I am tired, cranky, and phlegmatic. Cheer me up, please?

caitri: (that's enough of that fuckery)
Is they sometimes require time with the genetic units. Okay, here's the thing: AGES ago I asked the parental unit what the plans were for July 4. She told me Buffy was going to be having some kind of brunch with her new husband and she would be going to that. And I was like, okay, cool, and so then Orion and Sarah made plans to fly down and we'll all be hanging out this weekend. Awesome.

Then last night Mom calls at a quarter 'til midnight--and of course I answer 'cause, y'know, I'm partially assuming it Must Be Important if she's calling that late, and the gist of it is that Buffy "got the dates wrong" (HOW DO YOU GET THE DATES WRONG FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY? HOW?!) and so her fancy brunch is Sunday, and would Scott and I like for her to come visit?

Um. Okay. We do so like being an afterthought. Anyway, after some thought and discussion we're going to suggest maybe she visit later in the week and we can take her to see Midnight in Paris and then out to dinner to the Cheesecake Factory or some such. In likewise typical fashion I've heard nothing from any of my siblings so I'm assuming they all have plans too, which I suppose is just as well since the apartment is not conducive to large family gatherings.

So I'll gather the testicular fortitude later to call Mom and work this out. I just wish I didn't have to feel so second-choicey, or...whatever it is I'm feeling. It's not good. It's not all that bad, either, more resigned, I suppose, but it's another source of fretfulness I'd like to not be dealing with. I have two books I'm reading for review in my bag and several deadlines and I'm sitting in this lovely cafe and wishing I could feel all chill instead of fretfully ADD.
caitri: (bullshit)

Dear Dudez,

Please, please stop trying to write stories in which dystopian worlds are best articulated through who owns the female body. We realize that as bearers of penises, the thought of one's body not belonging to you is exotic and more than a little bit creepy, but to FIFTY PERCENT of the POPULATION of the fucking GLOBE, it's a brutal fact of life that is a very real struggle.

You realize the shit you write about is real, yes? That women are raped every day? That in an "enlightened" (ie "Western") culture, we are "only" held up to impossible standards of beauty, BMI indexing, expectations of dress and hygiene, social mores, and that AT ANY FUCKING TIME AT ALL, a man can decide that we don't meet them and then write about it on the internet or on newsprint or talk about it on the air, or physically accost us (and again, thanks to rape culture, it will ALWAYS be our fault), or hell, go into the fucking gym and shoot us. This doesn't even touch on issues of obtaining birth control, rape kits, health care,etc ad nauseam.

And everytime you say what you're doing is a "critique", even as your main characters are flawlessly sexualized or appear to have minimal problems dealing with their horrible pasts, I really just want to throttle you.

(And yes, Mr Itoh, I know you died of cancer two years ago. YOU ARE NOT EXCUSED.)

So, in short: Dudez? Go fuck yourselves.

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Although if you attend a Twilight talk where the following words are used in any combination, you will not win my lovely sushi dinner pictured below!

*White privilege

Seriously, people, it's like you're all giving the same talk. If this were a drinking game, I'd have been under the table by 9am.

Anyhow. Sushi dinner picspam now.

There, wasn't that better?

Anyhow, so my talk went seriously great. One panelist dropped out so it was me and another presenter and we had like a solid hour of Q&A, and it was all solid questions that were great.

Speaking of questions, and back to Twilight, it is occuring to me that there's all this discussion of presenting the books to young girls so very carefully because their poor delicate little brains could be spoiled by the naughty parochialism/mormonism/anti-feminism/what the fuck ever. Okay. Um. So why doesn't this happen with boys? Cos I highly doubt anyone is EVER gonna sit down with an eleven year old boy and be all, "Now here's this copy of Harry Potter, but we should have a talk first. You should know that magic isn't real, and you're not ever going to be asked to save the world, and the principal of your school is never going to invite you into his office for candy and to see his exotic pets. Just sayin.'" Seriously, wtf people?

Okay, I'm so fried now. Off to my bunk!
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Harvard professor Gates arrested at Cambridge home:

Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates Jr., one of the nation's pre-eminent African-American scholars, was arrested Thursday afternoon at his home by Cambridge police investigating a possible break-in. The incident raised concerns among some Harvard faculty that Gates was a victim of racial profiling.

Police arrived at Gates’s Ware Street home near Harvard Square at 12:44 p.m. to question him. Gates, director of the W.E.B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research at Harvard, had trouble unlocking his door after it became jammed.

He was booked for disorderly conduct after “exhibiting loud and tumultuous behavior,” according to a police report. Gates accused the investigating officer of being a racist and told him he had "no idea who he was messing with,'' the report said.


The arrest of such a prominent scholar under what some described as dubious circumstances shook some members of the black Harvard community.

“He and I both raised the question of if he had been a white professor, whether this kind of thing would have happened to him, that they arrested him without any corroborating evidence,” said S. Allen Counter, a Harvard Medical School professor who spoke with Gates about the incident Friday. “I am deeply concerned about the way he was treated, and called him to express my deepest sadness and sympathy.”

Gates is probably most familiar to those of us who watch PBS for his African-American history and geneaology programs. Because I am a squishball, my favorite moment was when Chris Rock started crying after finding out his great-great grand-dad was a South Carolina senator during Reconstruction.

Now, this shit wouldn't surprise me in fuckin' Texas, but in fuckin' Massachusetts? Fuck that, and fuck the campus cops.


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