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SO. I discovered I have no time for play this week. Some Spring Break I've got lined up: 1 paper, 2 art history midterms, and 2 Viz Dev/BFA projects -- all due starting the week classes resume.
If I could p-shop a thought bubble into my profile pic, it'd read: *leSIGH*
... wouldn't it?
Damn, there are so birthdays going on now. I never realized I liked so many Aries women. Yesterday's were Synnove's and Trixie's, today's are Coco's and obsidity's. Some seriously fiery women, y'all. I hope you've already wished them all a good one.
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D and I went to see Kinsey in the theatres yesterday and ended up getting free passes and refunds because the sound went out an hour into it. It looked really good, though. It was satisfying to note the realization of the tongue-in-cheek humour so appropriate to the story.
We then detoured to your local corporate bookstore and browsed around in the stacks for a few hours, starting (naturally) with the sex aisle. For the life of me I don't know why some publishers bother. It's alienating to see just how lifeless mainstream books about sex can be. I'd hate to be one of the masses that preferred pre-digested sexuality because I couldn't stomach the real thing.
Do people really buy those kinds of books? What's the point? It doesn't really turn them on, does it, to see endless images of fake couples having fake fucks? If you're going to buy a book that has anything to do with sex, shouldn't the book itself be sexy?
Real couples having real sex. Suddenly it's a different category, I know, it's porn. But it's SEX, not pictures of your parents in bathing suits. It's wet, soft, hard, violent, tender, painful, exquisite, explicit, vulgar ...
I guess my expectations are a little high, especially considering the nature of the venue. But I think even yuppies should think about having good, real sex. I certainly hope they're mixing up their book collections with some nice hardcore videos on animal husbandry. Or its legal equivilant. Anything would be better than the sawdust they're trying to peddle on those shelves.
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Astrology/New Age section was next. (A sidenote: Why do they invariably group the New Age stacks with the Gay/Lesbian stacks? Are they both supposed to be "alternative theology" or something?)
We both bought a Chinese astrology book each. I picked up a Suzanne White -- she's more sympathetic to Goats and the influences of Western theory, and Theodora Lau for D -- she enjoys all the technical particulars of ascendants and and types as he does ... although I found her voice a bit dry.
I just have to say: I AM SO JEALOUS OF TIGERS.
How come D gets all the flash, panache, hotheaded daring and never-borings while I get stuck with the whimsy, sensitive, mild-mannereds, luxury-dependents?
Bleh. Stupid Eastern astrology got it all wrong. I'm SMART. I'm INDEPENDENT. I'm ACERBIC. I'm PASSIONATE. I'm UNWORLDLY. I'm, I'm, I'm ...
I'm returning a book tomorrow.

Thanks, Hollywoodrocks

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SO. I discovered I have no time for play this week. Some Spring Break I've got lined up: 1 paper, 2 art history midterms, and 2 Viz Dev/BFA projects -- all due starting the week classes resume.
If I could p-shop a thought bubble into my profile pic, it'd read: *leSIGH*
... wouldn't it?
Damn, there are so birthdays going on now. I never realized I liked so many Aries women. Yesterday's were Synnove's and Trixie's, today's are Coco's and obsidity's. Some seriously fiery women, y'all. I hope you've already wished them all a good one.
*
D and I went to see Kinsey in the theatres yesterday and ended up getting free passes and refunds because the sound went out an hour into it. It looked really good, though. It was satisfying to note the realization of the tongue-in-cheek humour so appropriate to the story.
We then detoured to your local corporate bookstore and browsed around in the stacks for a few hours, starting (naturally) with the sex aisle. For the life of me I don't know why some publishers bother. It's alienating to see just how lifeless mainstream books about sex can be. I'd hate to be one of the masses that preferred pre-digested sexuality because I couldn't stomach the real thing.
Do people really buy those kinds of books? What's the point? It doesn't really turn them on, does it, to see endless images of fake couples having fake fucks? If you're going to buy a book that has anything to do with sex, shouldn't the book itself be sexy?
Real couples having real sex. Suddenly it's a different category, I know, it's porn. But it's SEX, not pictures of your parents in bathing suits. It's wet, soft, hard, violent, tender, painful, exquisite, explicit, vulgar ...
I guess my expectations are a little high, especially considering the nature of the venue. But I think even yuppies should think about having good, real sex. I certainly hope they're mixing up their book collections with some nice hardcore videos on animal husbandry. Or its legal equivilant. Anything would be better than the sawdust they're trying to peddle on those shelves.
...
Astrology/New Age section was next. (A sidenote: Why do they invariably group the New Age stacks with the Gay/Lesbian stacks? Are they both supposed to be "alternative theology" or something?)
We both bought a Chinese astrology book each. I picked up a Suzanne White -- she's more sympathetic to Goats and the influences of Western theory, and Theodora Lau for D -- she enjoys all the technical particulars of ascendants and and types as he does ... although I found her voice a bit dry.
I just have to say: I AM SO JEALOUS OF TIGERS.
How come D gets all the flash, panache, hotheaded daring and never-borings while I get stuck with the whimsy, sensitive, mild-mannereds, luxury-dependents?
Bleh. Stupid Eastern astrology got it all wrong. I'm SMART. I'm INDEPENDENT. I'm ACERBIC. I'm PASSIONATE. I'm UNWORLDLY. I'm, I'm, I'm ...
I'm returning a book tomorrow.
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yes more hanging out must commence immediatment. You know my schedule's flexible so just tell me and I'm yours....
And this is a Boy Scout insignia in france for a troupe that sings..?
I like. Been thinking about the tattoo thing, though, you know I like remaining the only person around without a tattoo.
[Edited on Mar 30, 2005 11:51PM]