*happy sigh* “I love face masks. Love ’em. They make me feel like a girl.”
“Funny; they make you look like a zombie.”

searching for the ineffable
*happy sigh* “I love face masks. Love ’em. They make me feel like a girl.”
“Funny; they make you look like a zombie.”
E: “….Wow. OK, I don’t know why I thought I needed to talk to God just now, but now that I have I’m going to bed.”
V: *dies laughing* “Can I post this?”
This looks like way too much fun, and my love is staying up late working, so it was obviously ordained somewhere that I do this. Nevermind that my lower back is killing me, did I mention FUN?
Speaking of hurting backs, here’s a PSA for my throngs of female readers, courtesy of my dear friend, Colleen The Most Amazing Massage Therapist, Like, Ever. Apparently, menstrual back pain happens [at least in part] because the softer tissues in your pelvis get a little looser, presumably so that some day you can dilate. So your whole pelvis gets a little wonky and weak, but there’s still all that weight on it – and so the lower back muscles clench around it, compensating. A little while like that, and misery sets in. You lose a lot of magnesium during that time as well, I’m not sure if it’s a side effect or a cause of the loosening. So if you take magnesium supplements (250mg, as far as I can tell from the web) for a couple of days before your period is due and then every day until you no longer need it, the pain should be greatly reduced or even not rear its ugly head at all.
Now, if only I’d remembered all that this month. Anyway.
1) My mother once: had the most infectious laugh that rang through the echoey woods when we went mushrooming.
2) Never in my life: have I been anywhere in Eastern Europe aside from the USSR, despite living almost at the border with Romania for the first 13 years of my life.
3) When I was five: I was probably still talking about that time when I was four and this cast-iron table fell on my toes and TWO of them BROKE and I had a CAST and would hop to the bathroom every morning, holding on to my dad’s hands as he walked backwards. Seasons changed, and soon we were getting up in the dark – I remember that hallway vividly still.
4) High School was: mostly pretty fun for the first two years in New York (Queens), mostly miserable for the last two years an hour north of Los Angeles. But then, those two years were miserable on many counts, so it’s probably not the high school’s fault. But I never did find my kind of crowd until halfway through college.
5) I will never forget: my dad. I’m very much like him.
6) I once met: Marcello Mastroianni. He came to give a talk at the University of Padova, which is a 20 minutes’ train ride from Venice, where I was studying-abroad. Being a college student, and having freshly found my own skin comfortable, I had no fears and so asked him some questions (albeit after the Q&A was over and people were going home). He was indulgent and wanted to know more about me. He seemed to be amused by the foreigner fan girl. This was about a year before he died.
7) There’s this person I know who: bicycled all across the United States. In fact, there are two of them. And they’re both girls. And they both rock my world.
8) Once, at a bar: I had a Bloody Mary. I was 16 and in Vermont with my brother (11 years older) and his then-company, on a ski trip. This was smack in the middle of a tech bubble. :) Anyway, this wasn’t binge or anything, alcohol was never taboo in my house, he just thought I’d like it. He knows me well; this remains my favorite cocktail.
9) By noon I’m usually: either really pleased with the progress I’ve made so far (on whatever it is, weekend or weekday), or guiltily flogging myself to pick up speed already.
10) Last night: I watched “I, Robot” with Ethan. It didn’t suck.
11) If I only had: money. Lots and lots of money, so that I could found a university and invite all my friends and acquaintances and other cool people who are being mistreated and/or vastly underappreciated by their respective universities. And pay them well, and take them on totally inspirational retreats to see wonders, and give them all ponies. Oh, and the standard: buy mom a house, take care of various debts, travel the world.
12) Next time I go to church/temple: it will probably be a temple in the desert or a regional variation thereof.
13) Terri Schiavo: was a slave.
14) I like: my cat Aki. A lot. In fact, I should post more pictures of him on the internet.
15) When I turn my head left, I see: the window through which Aki has disappeared onto the roof, where he likes to hang out. Yeah, my heart lurches, although it’s not as bad as it used to be; it’s a good training for when we have kids.
16) When I turn my head right, I see: Ethan typing away at his desk, with a still-full bowl of chowder in front of him.
17) You know I’m lying when: I’m lying. I can’t lie to save my life.
18) In grade school: I got more or less perfect grades in everything except sometimes behavior and/or citizenship. I also took all that my die-hard-commie teacher said at face value, and turned into quite a self-righteous little snitch until my parents realized what was going on and fixed it. Sort of. There were many things about social interactions that I learned on my own during that time.
19) If I was a character written by Shakespeare: I’d be Kate. Incidentally, I love the name Kate.
20) By this time next year: I sure as hell hope that dissertation writing is proceeding apace.
21) A better name for me would be: n/a. My name suits me well.
22) I have a hard time understanding: most U.S.-born people.
23) If I ever go back to school I’ll: hahahahaha! You’re funny. Back to school?
24) You know I like you if: I awkwardly try to make light-hearted conversation, and/or I try to feed you.
25) If I won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: that depends on what the award is for.
26) I hope that: all of Ethan’s insane dreams will be realized enough in our lifetime to make for a very, very cool world to live in.
27) Take my advice: or don’t.
28) My ideal breakfast is: cheese. Oh, a real breakfast? These days, eggs and snausages, or Neil Gaiman’s porridge. That stuff’s amazing.
29) A song I love, but do not have is: “Home” by Mashina Vremeni (Time Machine). They’re Russian.
30) If you visit my hometown, I suggest: that you go there in the midst of farmers’ market season and eat your fill of sour cherries. And go to the Valley of the Roses.
31) Tulips, character flaws, microchips & track stars: are all things I do not have. What?!
32) Why won’t anyone: do their goddamn research before posting drivel on the interweb?
33) If you spend the night at my house: Ethan and I will make you an amazing dinner.
34) I’d stop my wedding: if one of my loved ones was hurt or otherwise in enough trouble to need me. Then I’d start it again.
35) The world could do without: willful ignorance.
36) I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: …
37) My favorite blonde is: Colleen. She’s spectacularly blonde. She really is a landmark.
38) Paper clips are more useful than: kiwi fuzz. Why do kiwi fruit have fuzz? It gets all in your teeth and everywhere, and it’s abrasive.
40) And by the way: we went wild mushroom hunting last weekend, brought home like a dozen different varieties, and didn’t poison ourselves.
41) The last time I was drunk, I: n/a. I’ve never been drunk.
42) My grandmother always: loved me, when she knew who I was. Now she can dimly remember, I think.
I’ve been up since 5: E. and I are trying to get into this habit, so that he can make it to his 8am (twice a week) and 9am (thrice a week) classes. It’s beautiful: circumstances encourage me to get up, get dressed and washed and maybe even breakfasted early in the morning so that I can take my love to the bus. Then, the day slowly opens up with light and noises, and I can drink another cup of oversteeped tea with milk.
I’m finally caught up on work-related email. Today is a day of planning: what conference calls-for-papers would be good to respond to, what reading I’d like to do, what my technical involvement might be. This semester is the platonic ideal of the entire two-year job gig: we’re far enough along that the technical infrastructure is baaaasically there, and the kickass encoder of yore is back for another semester of fellowship that will allow him to (hopefully) finish encoding our longest text. This leaves me with a lot of time to think, and the privilege isn’t lost on me.
I dreamt that I was working with a computer, one that was presumably mine, and a PowerBook too (that’s the one I have in the waking world). Only the one in my dream had a [C|DV]D-ROM drive – the boxy affair with an open/close button right on it – on the front. Confused checking of the laptop’s side revealed a normal (for this type of computer) drive as well.
I wear the geek tag with an odd sort of pride, a self-identification. Same with “humanist,” really, and “computing humanist.” Not sure how I feel about that.
current mood: rainy
Woke up a few times in the night (our own fault, starving the poor kitty of both food and attention for hours!), then definitively at 5am – which was fine, since I’d fallen asleep before 9pm.
Had a beautiful, lazy morning in bed with my love.
Drank coffee, also in bed.
Took a shower.
Took him to the bus that goes down to Kingston, RI where the main URI campus is.
Came back, had breakfast. Cottage cheese is a superb carrier for nutritional yeast, if you’re into savory breakfasts.
And now it’s 8:15 and I’m about to sit down working. It’s quiet and light. Bliss!
Re-reading my previous long post about Burning Man is strange. I feel like I’ve lost my facility with language, especially as compared to a couple of years ago when I took that nonfiction writing workshop. Time to find a writing voice again.
As part of getting back into Roland, I’m reading about Pierre Riché’s The Carolingians (Michael Idomir Allen, trans.). Very well written, one of those academic books that read more novelistic. And oh, this is why his name was familiar! He also wrote Daily Life in the World of Charlemagne, translated by Jo Ann McNamara, which I came to own by a fluke (probably the booksellers at the Kalamazoo Medieval Congress) and loved as well.
My ability to be articulate (comprehensible and to the point) is heavily dependent on my physical state at the moment. Specifically, whether I’ve gotten enough sleep.
It’s disheartening and makes me lose entire days in sadness and feelings of inadequacy. That these feelings are irrational, and that generally making a fool of myself is never an entirely bad thing – learning experiences and all that – doesn’t make any difference. Any.
Some days are just sad. I wish these waves weren’t so all-consuming. Yes, thank you, I’d love some cheese with that whine.
Sorry, if you don’t know Farscape, this won’t be funny. On the other hand, what are you waiting for? Go Netflix it or something!
Ethan, after watching something like the 5th episode of the 4th season:
“If they have a Sebacean and human child, it’ll totally be mutant! It’ll have to… *waves hands* eat ice cream all the time to keep cool!”
So, Mona (the administrative deity at my work) called us on Saturday morning (!) to tell us that, having come in randomly to pick something up, she noticed that our bike was here.
BIKE!!1!
Of course, our lazy morning swiftly became excited morning jumping around with one pant leg on, with one hand brushing the teeth. We flew (read: drove obeying all the traffic signs, officer!) to the Italian department…
…to find that I’d left my keys at home. D’oh.
Luckily, Simona the Visiting Prof was just getting in to do some work, so she let us in.
Two boxes. In them, two suitcases. In the suitcases, which convert into a trailer, a deconstructed tandem. W00t!
We happily got brunch at Whole Foods, intent on going to Providence Bicycle and getting saddles and some other stuff. Chattering like sparrows on the first day of spring (and what do you know, it was sunny and warm!), we ate gorgeous salad and drove over to the store…
…to find out that it was “closed for Sabbath.” D’oh.
Ethan laughed and laughed. He has this maniacal laugh whenever something happens that’s just the classic “nyah-nyah” from the multiverse. I love that laugh, it’s infectious. Undeterred, we went home and put it together. Without the saddles.
Sunday, lo and behold, was another Good Weather Day. We went to PB, got everything we needed….
…back up a little, because this is germane to the story. We deconstructed the tandem in order to fit it into the car. Even with it taken apart almost completely, it was a bit of a pain to put it in the car, and it took up all of the back seat. (It would’ve probly fit in the trunk if we’d taken it All the Way Apart, but we were trying to figure out the most efficient way to deal with the bike on a regular basis.)
We got the stuff, got some munchies, made sure the water bottles were full, and headed off to a nearby state park.
Mmmm, pretty park. We parked and put the thing together. It took about 10-15 minutes, and it was getting hot, so we were eager to go go go. We went!, and…
Oh wow. Ow. Tandem riding is HARD.
Especially if your pedals don’t spin independently. You pretty much have to be, like, a SINGLE PERSON.
Plus, of course, we had to fiddle with seat height and bar height and the clip pedals were weird. Have you ever tried to clip into a pedal while it was being spun by your partner’s efforts, and simultaneously attempt to assist those efforts with your other foot? It took us probably about half an hour to cease seeing our parked car when we looked behind us. And the trail is a loop.
We laughed, we panted, it was fun and frustrating as all hell. The hub gear shifter wasn’t working correctly. When we stopped, we kept trying to dismount on different sides. We’d been planning on picking up a bike-only trail, but didn’t find it, and cars kept passing us on the main park road.
At one point, I told Ethan: “This is like marriage-cooperation bootcamp! If we make it on this thing, we’ll get through anything together!”
Okay, so there were grumpy moments. But really, it was mostly fun. By the end of the long loop, we were already learning to work together. It felt good.
And yet, we’re returning the thing. For a bike whose very idea is compactness and ease of [dis]assembly, it’s a surprisingly clunky process to get it to the point where it fits anywhere in the car. Sadly, given our purpose (among other things, biking Denmark on our honeymoon, which will probably involve several bike rides to train stations followed by the folding/packing of said bikes), it’s impractical for us to keep it.
We’re gonna get singleton folding bikes. They’ll still rock, but I’ll miss the tandem experience.
[while both of us are doing our own little computer thing, totally strung out from an evening out in Boston conversing with folks on philosophical topics]
“…Looks like I’m officially volunteering for ***.
“Spanky is looking forward to working with me!”
“Aaand you’re looking forward to working with Spanky!”
“…Perhaps you should write that to Spanky. Otherwise Spanky will be sad.”
“And you don’t want Spanky to be sad.“