tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291072011-12-29T08:20:47.247-08:00Steal this Blog.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.comBlogger3251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-18870432641597808792011-06-15T18:35:00.000-07:002011-06-15T18:51:15.156-07:00I don't talk to my grandma much, but when I do, before we get off the phone, she says this:"I love you, baby!"And I say:"I love you, too!"And it doesn't matter what we've talked about. It doesn't matter that we probably spent an hour filling in an entire year for each other with details that are only obliquely related to what we're really saying. ("How's Aunt Jen?" "Oh, Jen is doing fine." Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-70613822095998765752011-04-13T21:36:00.000-07:002011-04-13T22:49:27.144-07:00I think Candice's recent return to her blog has inspired this return to mine. (Well, that and the fact that the whole "caveman dialogue involving hilariously out of place modern concepts" thing has been up there so long that it's starting to look really dumb to me.) I still check my college group's blog once a day, and click through the links where we have all of our personal blogs listed. Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1333656497480844482010-12-17T09:48:00.000-08:002010-12-17T10:47:25.134-08:00The WeightSo, it's been almost 4 months since my break-up, and I'm still about 15 pounds down. But I eat as much as I ever want to eat, don't get faint when I go to the gym, and in general feel okay...so I'm not too worried. My friend Em said that she always loses weight after a break-up, almost no matter what...which makes me wonder if there isn't some biological imperative at work here, Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-10650205648799057252010-08-27T00:33:00.000-07:002010-08-27T00:35:55.250-07:00When I was littlemy little heart went out to play,And I, being young, let her go.Now she has come backafter a few too many scrapes,and I cannot welcome her home.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-43802681639992969882010-08-17T16:52:00.000-07:002010-08-17T19:01:42.220-07:00"Sweetness"You've been thinking about "Sweetness" a lot lately, because you just can't figure out why this song makes you so fucking happy. Maybe it's because it's a great song. You can tell the guys in Jimmy Eat World sat there and said, "we need a song to sing that would be awesome if we were huge rock stars singing to thousands of people. It should be anthem-y, and have big walls of guitar Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-60986337894804874192010-06-27T23:52:00.000-07:002010-06-28T00:25:01.100-07:00Here's how that should have gone:Kat, lying face down on a massage table in a dimly-lit room: Wow...this is so nice....I'm so glad I'm trying out this deep tissue massage thing for my leg...I'm...so...relaxed...look at these nice little candles...amidst this room bedecked in tasteful Asian accent pieces...this feels great...I really feel all of that muscle tension just falling away...oooh, Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-12319352002392447562010-06-19T22:03:00.000-07:002010-06-19T22:18:23.272-07:00So I saw my surgeon again yesterday, and it looks like I was right-- iliopsoas bursitis. She writes me a referral to go get an ultrasound and a steroid injection to reduce the swelling, so that everything will go back to normal. "I've heard these shots work pretty quickly, if they're going to work," I say. "That's right," she says. "If it works you'll feel right as rain in a few days."As in, Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-19884639778306350292010-06-08T23:36:00.000-07:002010-06-08T23:56:55.652-07:00Summertime.My very best summers happened in the early 2000's. Especially 2002. The summer of 2002 was the summer after my freshmen year in college. (And, coincidentally, the summer right before I started this blog.) Candice, Kay, and I moved into our apartment on Henry Street, BJ and I were each taking fun summer classes and got to see each other a lot, and I started work at the Bancroft. I've Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1961658040884704822010-05-20T20:07:00.000-07:002010-05-20T20:44:15.879-07:00I woke up next to a sandwich this evening.Granted, it's been a little rough lately.I can't get to sleep, even though I'm really tired. I always wake up in the morning way before my alarm. I don't have funding for next year yet, I keep having to borrow money from my parents to pay off my bills... and when I wake up in the morning, I feel like someone has their hand inside my chest and is Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-23694704767473945642010-04-20T17:04:00.000-07:002010-04-20T17:13:12.014-07:00I had a pain free morning.I. had. a pain free morning.And you know what this means, Injured Kat?It means that I'm coming for you.Maybe not today. And maybe not tomorrow. But slowly, steadily, and unforgivingly, I am coming for you.I have friends with cell phones. Physical therapists with ultrasound guns. I am armed to the teeth, and I am coming for you.On a treadmill, on a bike. On my hands Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-88886008175947381832010-04-16T21:39:00.000-07:002010-04-16T22:25:06.536-07:00My God-forsaken dinner.Here it is. My dinner. Do you see those nice polenta slices? Lying next to each other in discrete, perfect squares? Squares that were cut from a nice, fresh-baked roasted vegetable polenta loaf? And then garnished with avocado slices and fresh diced tomato?!NO. NO YOU DON'T.You see a pile of cornmeal mush, dotted with various colors of chopped up peppers, sitting in aKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-49190362616090153772010-04-05T20:27:00.000-07:002010-04-05T21:11:24.257-07:00Kat: [huddled on top of big pillow on the floor of her apartment, watching tv on her laptop. Dinner dishes stand, uncleared, on the table. It's about 8:30pm.]Kat: Kat, put that away. We need to talk.Kat: It's cool. I have 30 seconds for this break. Hulu lets you "choose your ad experience" for some shows. This time I'm watching Chevy Malibu commercials, but I'll admit that I wavered betweenKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-61566940610627419312010-03-25T18:57:00.000-07:002010-03-25T19:31:08.830-07:00Things that I'm a little ashamed of:1. I didn't shower from Thursday, February 25th to Saturday, March 6th. Mostly I'm ashamed at how UN-appalled I was. I washed my hair in the sink, but other than that, I didn't feel like I smelled too funny. And, guess what, even though I didn't shave for more than a week, the world didn't end. In fact, without all of the ritualistic preening, pore- Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1088618411886522832010-03-14T19:09:00.000-07:002010-03-14T19:42:47.400-07:00Me: [watches The Replacements on TV, Dad enters from the kitchen, and sits down with a large bag of veggie chips.]Dad: What's this?Me: Some sports movie about a ragtag group of underdogs that get recruited to play pro football during a players' strike. Soon they're going to realize how well they work together as a team, even though they're all different, and human capability will be affirmed.DadKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-47800000276420384072010-03-06T21:59:00.000-08:002010-03-06T22:05:26.507-08:00So a few days ago I found the Sleuth network. An entire CHANNEL devoted to addictive crime dramas.Me: [watching CSI]Brother: Oh my God, this is the dumbest show I've ever seen.Me: [softly, distractedly] shhhh, shhhh...there's no talking while Gary Sinise is speaking...And, in the mornings, they show Matlock!This is why bed rest is bad for you...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-37833350602013470402010-03-01T00:54:00.000-08:002010-03-01T01:30:28.359-08:00Alright, let's get this straight, blog. Hip surgery BLOWS. I'm not here for any mock heroics. This is not the time or the place for that. It's not like there haven't been some good, hopeful moments, but this is at least one space where I need to take a second and not act like I'm trying to be such a good sport. I'll get right back into being optimistic and having a positive attitude later, Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-4317640885331963782010-02-21T23:18:00.000-08:002010-02-22T01:06:43.974-08:00[Evening time, in the backyard, Kat sits on a lawn chair in the foreground, Wilson is heard behind his fence, tuning his collection of sub-Saharan ceremonial lutes.]Kat: [Coming up to the fence.] Is that you, Wilson? [sonorous twanging from behind the fences comes to a halt.]Wilson: Why, hi-dee-ho, neighbor Kat. I never expected to see you out here, what with the 90's being over and the sitcomKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-67641170449731995722010-02-21T00:09:00.000-08:002010-02-21T00:10:05.890-08:00Dear Morning Kat,You must clean your kitchen.You must!Fondly,Night KatKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-22186874948407156382010-02-12T23:16:00.000-08:002010-02-12T23:48:48.191-08:00In lieu of any of the more serious stuff I've considered lately:I wish that banter was like, a sport. Or at least a game show. Where exceptionally talented rhetoricians could display themselves in mediated contests of verbal wit on television. Without the dangers associated with the superstructure of a sitcom (actor kids hit puberty, second-season complacence...)So far, I think this game show Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-59587477741961371322010-01-14T20:27:00.000-08:002010-01-14T21:26:59.287-08:00So. This whole "I feel like I spend half my time at the health center and my leg still hurts" thing has definitely brought out some stuff that I would've been more comfortable not knowing. (Apparently, for instance, my patience for dealing with problems that refuse to improve is precisely 4 MONTHS. That's it. Then I start flipping out. And wanting to write like, 10 blogs a day.)But it's Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-36298288235715144022010-01-10T20:33:00.000-08:002010-01-10T20:49:27.346-08:00Best case scenario...Dr. Orthopedist: Hi there, I'm Dr. Orthopedist! :::reaches for a handshake::: I've been looking over your chart. It looks like we're seeing you for some hip pain?Me: Yeah. I'm pretty sure it's bursitis.Dr: Been giving you problems long?Me: Since August.Dr: Right.Me: So I think magic is in order.Dr: You mean a cortisone shot?Me: Yeah. Magic. That's what I said.Dr: Seems Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-56853804085717859792010-01-03T22:23:00.000-08:002010-01-03T22:29:01.363-08:00Listen, hip.You're not going to win.I know it's been five months with very little result.But I'm going to two doctors next week.And I can be VERY patient if I'm reasonably sure that I'll get better at some point. Even if that point is months or years away.I don't think anyone's ever died from a chronic overuse injury to the hip (at least not in the literature that I've found) and you're not Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-45622364910858041042009-12-11T22:42:00.000-08:002009-12-12T20:19:03.030-08:00I've been in a funk lately.Which, by the way, is a complete misnomer. A funk should be a short passage of time in your life when everything is going right. So right that your everyday movements are best underwritten by P-funk lyrics, and in which you feel like Sly & the Family Stone could provide the soundtrack to your normal routine. Thank You (Falletinme Be Mice Elf Agin), bus people. And Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-13369544297898583072009-11-01T22:38:00.000-08:002009-11-01T23:05:21.489-08:00On Halloween, Shopping With My Parents, or Why I'm Grateful For The Apparent Laxity Of JC Penny's Holiday Employee Dress CodeDad and Kat stand at a register. Kat requests the large "on hold" bag that her mother asked the desk to hold earlier, until Dad could show up with the credit cards.Dad: So all of this happened when you guys just came in for bath towels?Kat: Well, yeah. Mom wanted to lookKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-86118726038767628642009-09-30T21:53:00.000-07:002009-09-30T22:20:28.137-07:00Okay, excuse my French, BUT WHAT THE FUCK. A little while ago I get home from the gym, just in time to get an innocent text message from BJ: "!!! is playing at Congress tonight!"Right. So my favorite band of the past year is playing at an awesome, intimate venue attached to a cool bar in Tucson where my boyfriend and his buddies are hanging out. I call him."You're going, right?""No, I can't."Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-56192127620528815802009-09-13T22:09:00.001-07:002009-09-13T22:42:34.188-07:00Alright, guys, so it's about to be Fall again. I don't know how this happened. But I'm not just going to sit back and take it this time. This time, I'm going to amass a list of good things about Fall that will make the end of summer and the commencement of another academic year seem less tragic. So here it is:Things That Are Good About Fall1. You can listen to !!!'s song, "Feel Good Hit of Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-71809211759826423412009-09-10T22:53:00.000-07:002009-09-10T23:13:31.855-07:00Delightfully Tacky, Yet Unrefined BJ: [Motioning towards a billboard advertising the VW Beetle as we pass it on the freeway] Slug bug!Me: No, that doesn't count. That's not an actual bug.BJ: It's an image of an actual bug that exists somewhere.Me: Yes, but we didn't see the bug itself.BJ: The billboard was a real representation, though.Me: Yeah, but you don't necessarily have to believe in Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-7172586154834245442009-08-26T10:36:00.000-07:002009-08-26T11:02:13.314-07:00I feel kind of bad because I missed my blog's birthday. It was 7 years old as of yesterday.In celebration (I guess) of the event, I went back and read a few of the very first entries. It was interesting...but not for the reasons I thought it would be. In some critical respects, not too much has changed: Same job (student.) Same worries. Same boyfriend. Same family. Mostly the same friends (Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-53535502141702748202009-07-13T01:57:00.000-07:002009-07-13T02:07:25.068-07:00So.I do have a gmail account, although I don't really use it-- my Berkeley buddies know about it, but other than that, it doesn't get much real action. Lately the Berkeley buddies have been exchanging emails about getting tickets to the 'SC game in October, and talking about things like what section we're all going to be sitting in. Which is why, I can only imagine, I've started to get Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-8875491400457645962009-06-19T20:46:00.000-07:002009-06-19T22:29:47.894-07:00I've been meaning to post for a while, so sorry for the monster blog...First:1. Go download some TV On The Radio. I dare you to listen to "Wolf Like Me" without wanting to run 10 miles.2. Go watch Californication, with David Duchovny. Yes, there's lots of cursing and gratuitous nudity. But it's about this writer from New York who gets stuck living in LA and largely hates it for its insipidity,Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-51996013440806906482009-04-25T21:18:00.000-07:002009-04-25T22:23:51.691-07:00Earlier today, I got 477 lines while playing a game of tetris. Level 48. 699,512 points. I was a little surprised, so I played again, just to make sure it wasn't a fluke. 515 lines. Level 52. 735, 788 points. Yeah. Obviously I've been playing online tetris a little too often lately. It's what I do now when I want to procrastinate for a few minutes instead of...well, baking. But even I Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-41918970678730673702009-04-17T16:41:00.000-07:002009-04-17T17:26:47.037-07:001. April 6th, 2009. Or, The Day Kat Went To School Unintentionally Dressed Like a Pirate.So, not this past Monday, but the one before it, I had had a tough weekend. Hadn't been sleeping much. Working on an Emerson paper. I ended up liking it, but it was a tough couple of days. Anyway. It's Monday morning, I'm riding the bus to a 10am lecture. Everyone on the bus is very quiet, and calm. Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-89641592295299487802009-04-05T22:43:00.000-07:002009-04-05T23:20:00.141-07:00Alright, I'm going to indulge in a little food bloggery.Last weekend when my Berkeley buddies were down, Candice and I spent a good part of Friday walking to Santa Monica to go to the Barnes and Noble to buy me some cookbooks. (One was all Mediterranean food, and the other was Heidi Swanson's Super Natural Cooking. Both, so far, have been amazing.) As a result of said purchases, I have been Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-3026253690009961422009-03-24T14:19:00.000-07:002009-03-24T15:00:43.062-07:001. Okay, The Rapture, I've had it. Quit being all awesome on my iTunes and releasing new music and then REFUSING TO TOUR TO PROMOTE IT. Whatever, The Rapture. Maybe you're going all anti-capitalist (unlikely, as you are distributed by Universal) and like, all Trent-Rezner-we-don't-need-to-play-into-the-system-here-have-my-music-for-free-on-my-website (which, by the way, might partially appeaseKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-47438080211738753682009-02-16T19:49:00.000-08:002009-02-16T21:59:42.600-08:00Alright, blog. I admit it-- it's been far too long. I totally owe you, and I've owed you for a while. Not like anything huge has happened. Not like I (finally) got my master's or anything. Not like I got another year older. Not like I've spent time lately thinking about life's turning points, and how they can be beautiful even when institutionally imposed...but I guess a lot has happened. Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-46242674414944512432009-01-03T02:06:00.000-08:002009-01-03T10:40:29.425-08:00Scowl.1. Checking out books at the library.Librarian: I see you in the cafe all the time talking to your students. You're so kind and patient! I always think it's amazing how someone will sit down with you with this "deer-in-headlights" look, and before I have my coffee they look like they totally get it.Kat, Immediately afterward: [Awkward confusion of blushes and thanks.]Kat, 6 or 7 hours Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-73401754192779403622008-11-23T14:46:00.000-08:002008-11-23T15:45:11.156-08:00Still Fuming.So, about two weeks ago I made the mistake of going to Ralph's by myself around 9pm. After having a conversation with my friend Eric the day before while we were in said Ralph's about how it was good stomping grounds for single pick-up interaction. Which is an understatement. For all of you single guys out there, the Ralph's near my house, from about mid afternoon to late evening, Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-29937914019853361532008-11-12T21:18:00.000-08:002008-11-12T21:45:08.060-08:00Reasons Why Kat Should Learn Electric Guitar.1. Kat is not very cool. She should be cooler.2. Research shows that it is acceptable-- in fact, it is encouraged- to play electric guitar while wearing awesome business wear. Kat already has a few articles of awesome business wear, including a few finely fitted sweater vests. The coincidence is just too convenient.3. Because idle hands do the Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-82182924821485036562008-11-08T22:36:00.000-08:002008-11-09T14:02:14.735-08:00Musical Anatomy of a Perfect Run.1. You get to the gym. It's morning. You're groggy. You turn the treadmill on and start out chugging along at an easy stride (about 2 minutes short of your race pace, if you're me.) The first song on your iPod is "Any Way You Want Me" by Spiritualized. It's ambient, but not quite shoegaze-- the type of song that you zone out to for a while until you realize Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-253494392079931502008-11-03T22:20:00.000-08:002008-11-03T22:40:25.311-08:00Walking to the store, on the phone...Kat: Hey. So, I might have done something...bad.Liz: Like what?Kat: I might have given our mother to understand that I was going to vote for Barack Obama...Liz: [pause.] Oh...Kat: Yeah...Liz: What'd she do? Did she get angry and hang up?Kat: No, not really...but she was upset. She said that things would be terrible and that we'd all have to be socialist. Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-66296969181673876732008-11-01T20:54:00.000-07:002008-11-01T20:57:32.603-07:00Blog: Kat, I hate it when you throw up those one-liners. I never know what they mean.Kat: [Nods, slowly. Then gets up and walks away.]Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-34296656012805490072008-11-01T20:52:00.000-07:002008-11-01T20:54:08.447-07:00What do you do, when you're 25, and you feel like maybe your little heart might burst just trying to do what it needs to do?:::shakes head:::Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-20983822130942625242008-10-31T15:39:00.000-07:002008-10-31T18:35:29.136-07:00Hey, Candice--Thought you might want to check out this auction on ebay.It should prove of interest.Unless you *really* want 7 years of steadfast friendship to go FLYING down the tubes.Narrowing eyes pettishly,Katp.s.- eeeeeheeheeee...p.p.s.- oh yeah, tell Kay. She'll need one, too.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-82046340232625401332008-09-22T00:10:00.000-07:002008-09-22T00:13:08.243-07:00Blog: By the way, Kat, what was that last post all about?Kat: What...?Blog: [significant look.]Kat: [still feigning ignorance.]Blog: DON'T SAY "WHORE"!!Kat: [coloring] Right...sorry...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-22578237695985517392008-09-14T22:55:00.000-07:002008-09-14T23:02:23.505-07:00Sister Banter.Sister: so you remember my friend Adam?Me: Is that the one you told I was a pirate whore?Sister: Hooker. Smelly pirate hooker.Me: Is there much of a difference, really?Sister: :::under her breath::: You would know.Me: Oh no, you didn't...Sister: Well anyway, Adam was telling me that when you toast in other countries you look the other person in the eye because you're toasting Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-63303818529600655742008-09-12T20:46:00.000-07:002008-09-12T23:03:13.302-07:00Blog: I just don't understand what I've done wrong, that's all...Me: Look, Blog, you're great. There's nothing wrong with you. This is all my fault, and I'm sorry you've been neglected.Blog: But you've really done a lot this summer, right? But like, the whole month of August...completely blown off.Me: Yeah... :::shamefacedly::: yeah...Blog: And, really, all of that stuff in July? Bugs? As Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-40620419238751993142008-07-26T16:54:00.000-07:002008-07-26T17:39:13.352-07:00Bug War, Part 2So apparently the fruit flies in my kitchen thought they were, like, all *above* heeding my warnings about promised carnage. A full five days after my last written declaration, I would still wake up in the morning and walk into the kitchen only to find a small whirling cloud hovering in the general vicinity of the sink. Apparently my preemptive measures (taking out the trash Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-34999559279885857962008-07-21T22:19:00.000-07:002008-07-21T23:01:01.267-07:00Dear bugs that keep coming into my apartment, particularly the flies,Bugs, I have read Thoreau, who ponders ant battles and wonders if he has any natural right to bother his Brute Neighbors by building his cabin in the middle of their woods. As a child, I even marveled at a certain convent of nuns nearby because my grandma told me that one of their tenants required such a respect for life that Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-88110608913217159152008-07-19T22:26:00.000-07:002008-07-19T22:54:52.219-07:00Summer, #2So apparently posting things to your blog about how open your schedule is is the best way to get people to call you. I'm all for that, and, frankly, I'm disappointed with myself for not having thought of it sooner. Damn.Right. Updates!Here's what's going on:1. BJ is in Europe still. Scotland, in particular. Where there are, apparently, lots of sheep. Lots of sheep. BJ, if you getKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-84504467270579088552008-06-22T09:09:00.000-07:002008-06-22T10:36:59.510-07:00How I'll Spend My Summer VacationSo. I've decided to take out my very first student loan ever this summer so that, instead of getting a job as I normally would, I can stay home and read for my orals in the fall. After just about a week I've learned one thing: you can get an ASSLOAD of work done when you don't have anything else to do. I've been pulling at least 200, if not 300 pages a day. Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-51431007349888452572008-05-23T22:38:00.000-07:002008-05-23T22:49:39.146-07:00There's a lot that makes me happy. There's a big bush of jasmine blooming right outside my front gate that I get to pass every morning for instance, and I like that. I like that it's getting a little warmer-- although I really liked that it got a little rainy and gray today, because it made me remember walking to school in Berkeley....but walking home from the grocery store earlier tonight, Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-65041177229770804372008-05-13T02:15:00.000-07:002008-05-13T02:18:04.529-07:00Oh my God!!As of today, BJ and I have officially been dating for eight years.That's 32% of my entire life!!!Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-18671853488696120892008-04-28T20:46:00.000-07:002008-04-28T20:56:31.256-07:00Subject: Fw: Happy IDP DayBody of Message:*Today is International Disturbed People's Day*Please send an encouraging message to a disturbed friend... just as I'vedone.I don't care if you lick windows,take the special busor occasionally pee on yourself..You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin' special.Question: Should Kat be concerned that she just received this email from her future Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-71983998882278886152008-04-18T17:33:00.000-07:002008-04-18T17:50:02.907-07:00More teaching moments:Andrew, Part Deux (ensuing a few short days after Part I):Me: So, Andrew...A: Uh-huh?Me: About the word "me"...And, after teaching a Jurassic 5 song to my writing class, walking out with a few of my students:Me: Yeah, I still don't really get the "verbal Herman Munster" part. I'm just not sure why that would be a flattering comparison.Student: His son's a werewolf.Me: Hmm.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-39044840368075831472008-04-13T10:35:00.000-07:002008-04-13T16:43:49.457-07:00That's me, molding young minds...So the other day my mom calls and asks if I can have a talk with my little brother. Apparently he has been having some problems in school-- refusing to capitalize the word "I" when it does not appear as the first word in a sentence and all. It was getting bad; the administration was beginning to wonder if he was a lost cause. But sometimes young people these Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-76477537651139461852008-03-16T23:50:00.000-07:002008-03-17T00:13:29.307-07:00What are YOU looking at?I need to find a gym where people don't raise their eyebrows at other people who occasionally lip sync to their music while they're on the treadmill.And on a *completely unrelated* note...go download Nico Vega's "Wooden Dolls." Umm, especially if you're in the mood for some uphill sprints...We...dear...are...all-halllhallhallhall wood-en dolls...plas-tic hair on-hooon my Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-67678261122080503062008-03-03T21:18:00.000-08:002008-12-12T21:59:10.212-08:00Dear God:STOP threatening to take my family. It was pointedly unfunny the first time, and, as even good cosmic jokes are wont to do, has become completely tired in the retelling.You're lucky that everyone's okay. But don't think that means that you don't have some serious explaining to do.--KatKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1811926210984328362008-02-05T20:37:00.000-08:002008-02-05T22:58:10.241-08:00On My 25th BirthdayYesterday I woke up in the morning, put on a pair of nice jeans and a new suit jacket, grabbed my laptop and went to work. An hour or two after I got there, after scurrying around the department making sure that I had back-up transparencies for all of my power point slides, I walked off to class to give my first lecture. In a sense, I was expecting that day to be a sort of Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-75897508206402388512008-01-21T22:14:00.000-08:002008-01-22T10:04:41.916-08:00Something tells me that my cereal doesn't quite think that I'm a part of its primary demographic:"In the time it takes for your new couch to arrive, you'd be sitting at a more comfortable cholesterol level."Cute. Umm...I guess I should be concerned about cholesterol. Yeah. Unhealthy cholesterol levels are definitely concerning."By the time you'd read that novel cover to cover, you could start Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-71989859324920000802007-12-17T21:54:00.000-08:002007-12-17T23:45:07.093-08:00Umm, yeah. So I just wrote a love poem with philosophical undertones. It's about butter.There once was a young girl named Katwho sedulously avoided all fat'til one day she stutteredand ate muffins butteredand then on could never go back."Other products," she muttered,"I believed they were butter!'cause 'fore now I just did not seethat between their square patssprawled ontological gaps--a crisisKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-45858978259100988112007-12-16T22:34:00.000-08:002007-12-16T23:18:57.576-08:00It's the end of the quarter, and, as always, I'm having some trouble regulating my eating and sleeping patterns. And, you know, the patterns that make you want to write instead of obsessively check your e-mail, watch charlie the unicorn on youtube, or see if any of your friends have updated their facebook profiles in the last 5 seconds. Usually I just eat cereal for like 2 weeks straight, spendKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-41939307264046345272007-11-13T21:54:00.000-08:002007-11-13T22:17:21.122-08:00Sometimes, I just don't know who I am anymore...I walked into the Marshall's down the street yesterday on my way home from the cafe where I was studying, and this time I actually bought stuff. Actually going to a store and purchasing things might not sound....you know, too unconventional, but with this type of thing it's something that I rarely ever do. Which is not to say that I never shop-- IKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-84796593864385696462007-11-04T18:16:00.000-08:002007-11-04T18:22:51.829-08:00What would happen if, when that old favorite came on on your iPod-- the one with all of those driving baselines and desperate lyrics- you just set your purse down, put your books down beside it, kicked off your shoes, and ran up the street like you used to run, flying past shop windows and people in suits and cars waiting at stoplights? What would happen?Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-7113340539760909572007-10-22T15:25:00.000-07:002007-10-22T15:36:27.544-07:00I think this is my first sick day in the last couple of years-- definitely the first time I've ever missed a graduate class.When I was a little kid, sick days were great...but they were always tainted with that "Oh crap, I may get a day off to be miserable and watch cartoons now, but now I'm going to have TWO DAYS of homework to do tomorrow night" type of attitude.But now I'm like, "it's amazing Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-43220820022705583992007-10-20T20:44:00.000-07:002007-10-20T20:49:54.709-07:00Turning things off at my bathroom sink yesterday, part of the hot water handle came off in my hand.And it made me so happy!I like a place with a few cheerful eccentricities...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-65888273663927639812007-09-17T14:20:00.000-07:002007-09-17T16:47:30.079-07:00Dear crapass couches that I bought off of craigslist a few days ago, Crapass couches, I'm sorry, but I've had it. I have attacked your cushions, your armrests, and your frames with every cleaning element known to man, and you just don't get it, do you? I thought, when I first vacuumed you completely (twice in a row, both of you, just to make sure) that you might start to get the hint that Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-12462877298841695642007-09-11T15:32:00.000-07:002007-09-11T15:53:14.858-07:001. Dan the Man and Gwen Stefani.Dan-- thanks! I know it sounds cheesy, but now every time I hear Gwen Stefani's, "The Sweet Escape" I get warm fuzzies. Remember, at Erik and Lesley's wedding, how that song came on just as we were all walking up to wave goodbye to them at the end of the night? And you started singing the "woooo-ooooo, weeeee-oooo" part, and a couple more of us joined in? When Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-82781073563232721552007-08-29T19:02:00.000-07:002007-08-29T19:38:10.815-07:001. 10 years: Today marks the 10th anniversary of my residence in California. On August 29, 1997, my dad, my mom, my sister, my brother, and I-- along with enough luggage to last us until the moving van arrived from Delaware- landed at LAX. We took an airport shuttle out to Palmdale, and I started high school 3 days later. It was brown, it was hot, I was 14, I was totally alone, and I thought Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-5800663696101192642007-07-29T16:01:00.000-07:002007-07-29T16:03:01.343-07:00Y'ever write an e-mail to a good buddy and wonder if you're becoming their bitter friend?Yeah, me too...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-89159149197605077572007-07-20T22:06:00.000-07:002007-07-20T22:10:53.183-07:00What happens in Vegas, turns you Catholic...Me: Do you want some broccoli casserole?Post-Aleks's-Bachelor-Party-in-Vegas-BJ: [forlornly] I'm not good enough for broccoli casserole...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-47110346440096845022007-07-11T21:17:00.000-07:002007-07-11T22:02:35.620-07:00I have decided that when I grow up, I will open an Ice Cream Pie Cheesecake Fudge specialty shop, probably somewhere hippie like Northern California where they support home-grown businesses that like to use all natural products.The menu for this Ice Cream Pie Cheesecake Fudge specialty shop will look something like this:Ice Cream:1. Type II Chocolate Extravaganza: A rich semi-sweet chocolate baseKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-63890605687326026062007-07-03T13:55:00.000-07:002007-07-03T14:39:50.114-07:00So...my summer kind of started on Thursday, when I moved out of my apartment in LA and then drove for 8 1/2 hours to get to Tucson. (We left at 12:30 am Friday, and got in around 8:30. And then I slept. For a really long time.) And, so far, it's been awesome. Some highlights:1. Hardcore Old Ladies.I joined the Y over the weekend here in Tucson, thinking that it would be the best place to Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-70790846684961722672007-06-20T14:31:00.000-07:002007-06-20T15:04:58.616-07:00Things I miss:KayCandiceStephLaurenDanEricErikTejasNickRyanleaving late at night (I guess after my parents got home from work and got Lizzie and I all packed) to go spend a few days at my grandparents' beach house during the summer.wearing pajamas in the car in case we fell asleep on the way there.buckling Angela (10 years before the name "Angela" referred to my sister, while it still meant my Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-40083655010275633992007-06-06T23:27:00.000-07:002007-06-07T00:06:22.324-07:00Why I'm So Awesome That I Can't Even Handle It.One sub-theme to this post (or, you know, what would be left over if all of the general narcissism were to be ignored) is "I do quite enjoy food" (a statement that is, after all, indicative of a rather specific aspect of my narcissism.) Anyway! I was looking around online for yummy snacks to bring in to my classes on Friday (have decided on Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1861229372789026312007-05-13T10:15:00.000-07:002007-05-13T10:18:13.904-07:007 years ago today, I kissed a boy in my parents' backyard on Greencrest Way....and he's been with me ever since!Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-33994967335987388762007-05-11T23:57:00.000-07:002007-05-12T00:03:47.578-07:00sometimes, I just think that there could have been more thought put into it... a little more planning, you know?:::sigh:::we all make our own beds...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-89919256779893860502007-05-08T18:21:00.000-07:002007-05-08T19:29:04.646-07:00Eve.I don't blame Eve so much. Apples are really, really good. Today I walked down Weyburn on my way to class eating a big, round, giant-sized Gala apple that I had found at the store earlier, and it was so sunny out. It took me until I was halfway down my usual route on Westwood to finish it. Some of the pleasantest seven or eight minutes that I've ever spent. And if apples are this good inKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-80783411852791907282007-04-20T19:14:00.000-07:002007-04-20T19:46:02.084-07:00Oh...my God. I just ran, like, the WORST set of sections ever today. Oh my God! It's like I didn't even have a chance! There was a paper due today. It's rainy and subdued out. And, as always...it's Friday afternoon. And my futile attempts to engage them in literary analysis (be they ever so perky) are the only thing that stands in between them and their weekends. Today, especially, it was Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-13040303159097098512007-04-09T17:54:00.000-07:002007-04-09T18:45:50.213-07:00Not like I have a big presentation tomorrow to prepare for or anything, but I have another confession to make: a few days ago I decided that the Britney Spears song, "Toxic," is really, really cool. And now I don't know quite what to do. Not like I've ever been a particularly outspoken detractor of Britney-- or, at least, not as outspoken as I am in regards to certain other blond, vacant Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-58296717893053471792007-03-22T22:02:00.000-07:002007-03-22T23:56:18.122-07:00Conversations that I have had this week that probably should not have taken place out loud:1. Morning.Leaving my apartment for the day. Pigeon sitting on the railing of my balcony.Pigeon: Coo!Me: COO MY ASS!!! GET OFF THE BALCONY!!!2. Late, late night. Reheating coffee in microwave.Mug: :::microwave whirs for a minute, then beeps:::steam rises imperceptibly from beverage:::Me: :::grabs mug by Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-90647195269743588422007-03-13T20:10:00.000-07:002007-03-13T20:37:30.883-07:00I have a confession to make.I'm not the person that you think I am.I know that we've been together for a very long time, and that we've been happy. I think that we make a really good team together--I know that it's really enriched my life, having you around. Maybe I'm just afraid of commitment. Which isn't fair to you, though, because you've been there for me every day over the past few years.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-16568193852297409302007-03-01T20:09:00.000-08:002008-12-12T21:59:10.426-08:00I need a new pair of shoes to abuse because my signature red ballet flats are falling to pieces. And again, I'm about to move into paper writing mode...and I need a guiding light to get me through the abysmal darkness. So maybe these. Yes? No? hmm...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-17044698575734316542007-02-27T20:33:00.000-08:002007-02-27T20:53:41.954-08:00So, it comes to this:When I am a bonafide adult, I would like to have a job where I interact meaningfully with people during the day about the ideas put forward by books (mostly), art, television, the news, music, poetry, etc. I would like said job to allow me to really help people who need it-- to inspire self-confidence, to give people some practical thinking and communication skills. I wouldKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-40100479961632767482007-02-23T19:21:00.000-08:002007-02-23T21:12:13.732-08:00I like being alone. For the next day or two, I have the apartment to myself-- and I've been leaving it messy. Even the kitchen, which I can usually never leave messy. Usually I have to clean all pots and pans before I even sit down to eat, and I can't start my homework or leave the house if I know that I've left so much as a fork in the sink. It's maddening. But now that I know there isn't Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1170739457593771952007-02-05T21:11:00.000-08:002007-02-05T22:30:35.040-08:00Top 7 Moments of my 24th year:7. November?- I misconstrue some lesser actor for Josh Hartnett. Am forced to eat my fair share of smug butter, dished out by sister the next time I see her.6. October 17th- Realize that visuality is weird in Aphra Behn's Oroonoko.5. December 28th- I run continuously for half an hour for the first time in one year and eight months.4. Septemberish- A few friends Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1166947337821846472006-12-23T23:08:00.000-08:002006-12-24T00:02:18.166-08:00I think my mother is trying to kill me. Slowly. With cookies.To be more clear: I believe that it is my mother's intention to make me eat not only until I can no longer button my jeans, but until I explode. That's right. Explode. Why Kat? Why do you think your mother would do such a thing? Perhaps she just likes making food for her wonderful children. Perhaps the time-honored practice of Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1164871055974872722006-11-29T23:09:00.000-08:002006-11-29T23:17:40.726-08:00I want lots of things.I want a pair of dark brown knee-high low heel or no heel riding boots (classy ones). I want an ice cream maker. I want a new white button-up shirt. I want my papers to be done. I want some chocolate. I want to hang out with my friends more. I want to be able to stay up later and wake up earlier. But most of all, I want EVERYONE ELSE TO STOP BEING IN LOVE WITH THEIR Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1162957624323981222006-11-07T19:42:00.000-08:002006-11-07T19:47:05.156-08:00Because apparently we both thought this was funny:Me: nonono...you see, we don't want to make claims about "the author" here.Me: just about what the poem argues. THE POEM.Ian: I AM THE AUTHOR!!!Ian: damn you, new critics!!!Me: well, I'm sorry. that lies outside of the scope of this paper.Ian: you're outside the scope of this paper...Me: you WOULD say I'm outside the scope of this paper.Ian: youKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1162027585272583352006-10-28T01:40:00.000-07:002006-10-28T13:01:51.456-07:00You know...I saw a lot of people talking about this on facebook...and Mark, you're right. He had at least a little impact on my life, and that deserves something. If only because the impact that Tyler had on my life was only ever positive, I think I'll go ahead and take a second to talk about my favorite Tyler memory here. Because it never hurts to share the happy things with anyone who wants Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1161068805084262692006-10-16T23:33:00.000-07:002006-10-28T13:02:24.213-07:00Did you know, that somtimes when you come home late at night, and your roomate's already asleep, that your iPod Shuffle, held in your hand so that the headphone cord trails out the bottom side of your fist, becomes a microphone? No, really, it's amazing. When you download that new song onto your iTunes, the one you NEED to play real loud the instant it is finished downloading, gets onto your Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1160238548819894762006-10-07T09:23:00.000-07:002006-10-07T09:29:09.050-07:00Update: I am glad to say that, so far, nineteen-year-olds aren't all nasty wasties. In fact, many of them are quite nice. Now let's see what happens when you give them a paper topic...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1159509706440278492006-09-28T23:01:00.000-07:002006-09-28T23:03:05.970-07:00Good Holy Jesus in Heaven. In about half a day I will be teaching undergraduates at the University of California, Los Angeles.Are they sure they know what they're doing here?There's a part of me that's like, "I can totally do this. I *like* working with people. I *love* working with people. I'm a good teacher! And I honestly care about helping students do well!"And then there's this other Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1159170940190917562006-09-25T00:33:00.000-07:002006-09-25T00:55:40.943-07:00Damnitt, I'm in LA. Damnitt!So I got back to California last weekend, and those were the first words I said to myself as I walked off the plane into LAX. Because somehow, for some reason, I ALWAYS end up back in LA. And it's always a little bit of a shock. Like maybe I expect my particular plane to get sidetracked mid-flight and go to, let's say, San Francisco, or Oakland, or New York, or Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1158013453655542782006-09-11T15:23:00.000-07:002006-09-11T15:24:14.123-07:00It's so hard to write about this without it getting washed up in rhetoric, but this is a day that requires...something to be said. In fact, above all things, I wish that talking about September 11th would not be so hard...but I feel like there are two poles between which it is pretty hard to bend. The first one interprets the events of September 11th as a call to action, an excuse for paranoia,Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1156971024825021612006-08-30T13:24:00.000-07:002006-08-30T13:50:25.380-07:00Tucson, Week 2:(I admit it...I've underestimated this place...)Reasons to like Tucson:1. Not as hot as Phoenix.2. Wild Oats market down the street.3. Mara not so far away!4. People here more relaxed.5. Not as hot as Phoenix.6. Great sunsets.7. BJ's friend Wayne's soririty girl brain cell joke. (I'll tell you next time I see you...)8. University has lots of nice/relaxed bars to go to.9. NighttimeKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1155613049686759162006-08-14T20:37:00.000-07:002006-08-14T20:37:29.990-07:00Trips made to Murphy Hall, Administrative Headquarters of UCLA: 4Number of campus officials consulted (via e-mail, phone, or in person): 7Miles travelled (on foot) to procure proper documentation at said officials' behests: at least 5Total Summer Funding Dollars Received to date: 0Earlier today, at Murphy Hall:Steve: :::telephone on shoulder, waiting for ringing to be answered:::Chuck: Financial Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1154209613960390312006-07-29T14:43:00.000-07:002006-07-29T14:46:54.216-07:00Okay, I know...for the most part, I've fallen off the map for the last month- existing only as some studious wraith that floats in and out of cafes, interacting with people only insofar as it is necessary to order my coffee from them.But!Last night, I read a page of Anna Karenina...IN RUSSIAN! With a dictionary. But still!!Sevodnia, odna stranitza. Zaftra-- mir!Today, one page. Tomorrow-- theKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1153707367561213532006-07-23T18:45:00.000-07:002006-07-23T21:59:08.936-07:00As I do not have a car, and as I have never really lived on my own in a city in which I have lived as a driver rather than as a walker, I realize that my viewpoints on this subject are not to be shared by all. But, really, in this fast-paced world there are a few truths that are applicable to all of us, maxims that are set in stone and by which we must all abide- and this, my friends, is one of Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1152503693806455182006-07-09T20:23:00.000-07:002006-07-09T20:54:54.116-07:00I *will* explode of happiness! I will! You watch!Aaah! I'm in such a good mood today! Here's why:1. Erik! Lesley!! Aaaah! 2. Naps! I had to wake up at 7 to go to an Eastern Orthodox service with my Russian class (holy moly...beautiful. Icons, nice choir, and Old Church Slavonic, mmm...) but when I got back, I got to take a nap!! It was great!3. I did all my Russian homework LAST NIGHT. Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729107.post-1152326440511442802006-07-07T19:40:00.000-07:002006-07-07T19:40:41.450-07:00Let's start with a shameless endorsement:I just paid $5 ($5!!!) for roundtrip tickets to Oakland through Southwest. A year and a half ago I happened to sign up for their awards membership...thingy...and it ACTUALLY turned out to be rewarding! Ha! They're even going to mail me some more free drink tickets!!! A (nearly) free flight, AND alcohol? I just don't know what to think...either I have Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571425213758340903noreply@blogger.com2