I Got Fuckin' Shot in the Face!

So that was weird. What's even weirder is that Cheney kind of looks like Harve Presnell from Fargo, the man who shot Steve Buscemi in the face. Take away the mustache and add a pair of glasses. I report you decide.





Thesis due in 2.5 weeks. Holy Cow.

New Lows in Procrastination

Yes, political blogs, White Sox coverage, and Tom Toles cartoons no longer suffice. I had to find a new way to procrastinate. Here are the low points of the last week:

1. Listening to podcasts of "Wait...Wait, Don't Tell Me." I love that show. Of course, being the chronic procrastinator and news junkie that I am, I knew EVERY single question asked.
2. Spanish Newspapers. Yes, American newspapers no longer suffice. Often, I will read Spanish accounts of the same news that I've already read in English. I like to get the international perspective on issues such as the crazy Muslim reactions to those cartoons as well as the passing of Coretta Scott King. More on this later.
3. Games. I normally refuse internet games, but I succumbed today to playing a paparazzi game on peerflixgame.com.
4. Working Out. A perfect procrastination game.
5. Crosswords. That NYTimes crossword book is already halfway gone.

So is anyone else following the reaction to those pictures of Mohammed? This is insane, right? Are the cartoons really even that offensive? I really liked the one where the prophet says to some people waiting to enter heaven "oops, we ran out of virgins." Then again, I'm not the most politically correct person. I still think that political correctness is the one gripe I have with the Left, and I'm glad to see it dying down a little bit. I still think Harvard needs to be checked on this, and like any good Harvard student, I think that all the worlds problems can be solved by another student group: Students for a Politically Incorrect Campus...SPIC--Get it? I'm half Hispanic. I can say that.

Coretta Scott King's contribution cannot be overstated. I've even gotten a little choked up about it, watching the news coverage. Yeah, yeah, bleeding heart, but there's still SOOO much work to be done.

Oh, that reminds me...there's still sooo much homework to be done too.

Out.

The Godfather--TCB

I turned on the Godfather tonight in order to help me relax. I've probably seen the movie over ten times (a lot for such a long movie), and it's kind of scary how well I know it. At this point it's background music. I put it on and used it to kind of keep me company as I cleaned the room for the first time in god knows how long.

There's something about taking care of business that really helped me take care of business. I figure if Pacino can go through the trouble of murdering the heads of the five families, then I can at least throw away all the back issues of the crimson crowding the futon. I've been paying very little attention, and yet I know every little move that takes place. It's a sick obsession.

Maybe tomorrow I'll play Godfather II while I write my thesis. Or Goodfellas. I don't know that one well enough to tune it out, though. On the thesis front, I got some harsh criticism last night because I made a lot of claims and didn't back them up. The tutor said that she thought I probably had a creative writing inclination and that I should find a way to vent that because my writing is good and elegant, but there's no evidence to back up my outrageous claims. She said if I were Philip Fisher I could get away with it, but as RZC I can't. Well I say balls to that. So maybe I shouldn't even be writing this thing. And if my worst fears are confirmed and I fail, I'm ready to accept that. Academic writing just isn't my thing. It's probably about time I started creative writing again anyways. It's been a helluva long time. Or magazine writing. Keep your eyes peeled for my Advocate article. It was written in a hurry, but it's pretty fun.

Tonight we had a very adult night of fun. After senior bar it had to be. I think this is going to be my new thing. Uh-oh, Carlo's about to eat it. And if Carlo dies, can the Diane Keaton door close be far behind?

Last Semester

Last night I watched the State of the Union. I don't know why I put myself through that. It made me realize that part of the reason I get so crabby and disagreeable has to do with the fact that I'm a political wonk. I'm addicted to political blogs of all sorts and editorial pages. When I have cable I actually watch C-SPAN. Yes, C-SPAN. I can remember in high school watching congress and wishing we had C-SPAN 2 so I could watch the Senate. Over intersession I watched the Alito vote as well as Molly Ivins on Washington Journal or Booknotes or something. I was really a much brighter, positive person in Spain, and I think that my detachment from American politics had a lot to do with it (also my detachment from American workaholism/homework). Remember after the 2004 election...I was inconsolable. After 2000 I was just pissed, but I thought it could be fun to be on the other side of the argument, you know, the one that gets to bitch all the time about how horrible the president is. It turns out 8 years is just too long a period of time to be in that mindset. Especially with Congress being all Republican, too.

So today was the first day of last semester of my life...unless i eventually decide to go to grad school. It was meh. Because I have to finish up some requirements, I'm taking a class I probably wouldn't normally. It's Calvinist Legacy in American Culture. The reading list is pretty good, but I just don't much care for Protestantism. It's probably the most biggest part of the Catholic education to be held over besides the guilt and the cultural effects which pepper my vocabulary and conversations. So yeah, I have a weird aversion to Protestants. It probably has more to do with stereotypes, so it's really more my problem than theirs. I can't stop thinking about WASPs and fundamentalists, and I strongly dislike both of them. But for this class we're reading The Scarlet Letter (snooze city, but I guess it's important), Elmer Gantry......., Winesburg Ohio (hell yeah), and some other stuff (Flannery O'Connor, James Baldwin) that should hold my interest.

There's going to be a lot of reading this semester that I'm just not going to do, so that kind of sucks.

Mondayish I go back to work for the arts fair. Thank god. Meaning in my life. I can't wait to reacquaint myself with my old friend the water cooler. I was never so hydrated as when I worked there.

Thesis due in less than a month. Woof. Johnny Mac put me at ease today, though. I was expecting a rough meeting, but he was pretty encouraging, despite the fact that I have so much work to do. I have no class on Thursdays or Fridays, so that's a plus. Also...No Finals!!