Mr. G rocks

just got finished with our class with tod goldberg, who is a bundle of energy and cuteness and smartness. He really connected with students, and is always unfailing gracious and warm. He had good things to say as well, and I'm thinking I should take both classes over to the library for a session of looking a literary journals. I feel lucky to have such good students and know such great writers who are helpful and kind. Damn it means -- back to work on the novel....

the matrix revolutions -- eeek

yikes that's a bad movie. i mean i find something positive in UNDERWORLD for Pete's sake. heaven's to betsy, as my mother would say, why couldn't we have stayed in the disco with the french guy, the martini olives, and the cute chick with the cleavage? (and of course Carrie Anne Moss -- who is fabulous). ANYTHING is better than that post 60's woodstock gone slightly sparkly and literally underground known as zion or Szion or whatev. my gosh that's a boring place, and yes those robots do look just like the ones in ALIENS. and the end is nonsensical. AWFUL.

on the positive side, it didn't rain today, and it was fun to hang out at home.

mood: yay-ish

got some writing done. i keep on coming back to this UNI story about a college campus which is in a bubble, in a post-apocaplytic kind of world, and the departmental survivors have all formed weird tribe, based on their disciplines. it's a bit insane and not very original (WE meets Riddley Walker meets a short story I read many years ago about a tribesman who goes to the ruins of Manhattan), but it's very fun to work with. rain rain rain. graffiti lecture on saturday. how fun is THAT? parents' day at pitzer was fun.

mood: HUNGRY

this blogging is quite odd... this public private foucaultian wish to confess for a public that one doesn't see. etc. i need more time for writing but i love teaching so much i get completely into it and it takes up all my time and energy except for watching carnivale and ghost in the shell, the series.

my friend gail is going to moscow to talk about schiller. how cool is that?

tod goldberg is coming to talk with my students. i love him. he is so funny and smart and such a great writer and an INCREDIBLE teacher.

the school buses have left and so has the cool, very stretched-out bus driver.

i am giving the parents a quiz in class. i wonder what they will think of this. perhaps there will be a parental rebellion -- which might be a very fine thing, actually.

i must eat food.

mucho work

much work to do. my idea for the uni project keeps prickling at me.... is it a novel or a short story? not sure. parents' day tomorrow at Pitzer. I can't remember if we had parent's day at Smith. we must have. my parents never came. i'm not sure whether i like that or not. hmm. i think it's ok actually. they wanted me to have my space in college. they certainly came to graduation and the dog jumped out of the window of the moving car when he saw me. awww.

5 yellow school buses lined up in front of the orthodox synagogue around the corner. the bus driver doing stretching exercises while all the kids' parents mobbed the starbucks. madness with cups and lids while the driver, calmly sticks one leg out and puts it on top of the mailbox, bends over. calm. bus drivers were never this groovy in my day.

first bloggish entry

Lillian has done an amazing job on my website. I love Cafe Psycho. The whole thing inspired a very weird piece called the professors are fighing. Not sure what I will do with it. We'll see.

The 5 dollar flannel pj pants are back at savon and this is important. it is also important that nivea soft, which I had to buy in France, is now buyable state side. this too is a lovely thing.

the thunder last night scared me. it seemed louder and somehow not as sharp but rather more apocalypic than usual.

I have a new character for my novel project. that is all. xoxo stephanie