Arise

[clevermanka]

I've got a zillion things on my agenda for today, but I am up way too early for a Saturday, even for me. Especially a Saturday that's going to go into the wee hours. Here's hoping I can fall asleep for a nap this afternoon. I didn't do very well in the sleeping department last night. I was exhausted and went to bed early, but woke up and stayed up for a couple hours in the middle of the night. Then woke again (for good) at six o'clock.

*sigh*

I can't even start my errands yet because none of the stores are open.

The universe is conspiring against me.

I finally got around to requesting a couple books from the library. The first one is all scholarly and shit. The chapter titles alone make my eyes glaze over ("Introducing Colonial and Postcolonial Dialectics on the Subject of Dance," "Male Performers of the Orient and the Politics of the Imperial Gaze"...*s-n-o-r-e*), but here's hoping I can find some good content as I slog through the academia-ese. I also ordered this one, which looks a little friendlier to the non-intelligensia.

I was able to get them through a fabulous service available to faculty and staff that delivers library books through campus mail. I'm reeling a bit from the knowledge that our campus library has these books and they'll deliver to my office. Wow. Wow!

Both have been on my Amazon wishlist for ages, with the note "don't really want to keep, should get through library." I'm updating my wishlist (there are things on there that I don't care about owning anymore), and I figured this was a good time to finally make a request. It's not like they're going to order themselves, after all.

I read A Trade Like Any Other a couple years ago and was disappointed in what I thought was a fairly shallow glossing over the subject matter. It was only in the last chapter that I thought the author got to any meaty topics, such as the occasional use of masculine pronouns when female dancers refer to themselves, and she didn't pursue it at all. WTF? Here's hoping Mr. Karayanni, as a performer himself, treats the subject with more than voyeuristic outsider interest.

On a less cerebral note:


What does it mean if I see Sigmund Freud?

Comments

[solan-t.livejournal.com]

I see.... School Marm, myself.

[jimmy-hollaman.livejournal.com]

What does it mean if you just see a cat with glasses and think it looks normal. (and if i was a furry it would make since)

[annamatic.livejournal.com]

I saw Mahatma Gandhi. :/

[pms-inc.livejournal.com]

I see Wilford Brimley...but you already knew I was old...

[charmed-art.livejournal.com]

[nottygypsy.livejournal.com]

I like the pretty kitty in the icon of the post.

And I saw John Potter, I'm really close to 40. ;)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_luaineach/]

::icon love::

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It's one of my pics-a-day that cried out to be icon-ized.

[redheadfae.livejournal.com]

Huh. I'm near to you. I saw a little mad scientist, and can't get the John Lennon or Harry Potter at all!

[cskippy2000.livejournal.com]

Why does that cat look like Ozzy to me?

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Ha! Yeah, you're right. He kinda does. But I still see Freud.

"Tell me about your childhood."