Saturday, November 17, 2007
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Now available with run-on sentences
I just looked at my PDX itinerary again, and realized that like a total dumbass, I am flying out of portland on Monday, not Sunday night, and arriving Tuesday, not Monday morning. It is too late/expensive to change this, especially given the thanksgiving timing. This can be interpreted in the following ways:
1) Awesome! An unexpected extra day in Portland! Hooray and good times!
2) Fuck! I'm going to miss class on Monday afternoon, and I already missed one when I was in Argentina! That sucks.
3) Fuck2! Why am I such a dipshit? That's the second airline ticket I have misbooked in a very short period of time. The first time, I was booking somebody else's tickets for Argentina, and the school bailed me out by paying $500 to change the date. Nobody's bailing me out of this one. This is an expensive and stupid trend.
4) Anthropology! While these interpretations may represent contradictory and contested versions of the ticket mistake (and even calling it a "mistake" is to privilege the negative account(s)), all of these viewpoints, including the one currently being expressed in over-comma'd sentences, can in fact be held by the same actor at the same time. In experiencing this divided subjectivity, I am simultaneously claiming agency in the events surrounding the fall 2007 HVN-PDX ticket purchase while also distancing myself from immediate responsibility by accepting the current ticket status as a fait accompli, a simple fact of life which is now beyond my power. In shifting focus away from my own actions, I am able to discursively diminish the impact of negative consequences and instead highlight perspectives of hope and celebration, a move which strengthens both my imagined connections with the to-be-visited community and helps me move into a broader acceptance of this newly uncovered but entirely preexisting flight schedule.
1) Awesome! An unexpected extra day in Portland! Hooray and good times!
2) Fuck! I'm going to miss class on Monday afternoon, and I already missed one when I was in Argentina! That sucks.
3) Fuck2! Why am I such a dipshit? That's the second airline ticket I have misbooked in a very short period of time. The first time, I was booking somebody else's tickets for Argentina, and the school bailed me out by paying $500 to change the date. Nobody's bailing me out of this one. This is an expensive and stupid trend.
4) Anthropology! While these interpretations may represent contradictory and contested versions of the ticket mistake (and even calling it a "mistake" is to privilege the negative account(s)), all of these viewpoints, including the one currently being expressed in over-comma'd sentences, can in fact be held by the same actor at the same time. In experiencing this divided subjectivity, I am simultaneously claiming agency in the events surrounding the fall 2007 HVN-PDX ticket purchase while also distancing myself from immediate responsibility by accepting the current ticket status as a fait accompli, a simple fact of life which is now beyond my power. In shifting focus away from my own actions, I am able to discursively diminish the impact of negative consequences and instead highlight perspectives of hope and celebration, a move which strengthens both my imagined connections with the to-be-visited community and helps me move into a broader acceptance of this newly uncovered but entirely preexisting flight schedule.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
I <3 Halloween
Those glasses ended up being a shooting star on Friday, which was pretty great, and then last night I went liquor treating in the following fabulous getup:
My hair was sprayed gray. I also drank a horrifying amount of sugary rum and shnapps-type drinks at eight different houses, went to bed spinny, made myself puke at 4am in the hopes of it letting me sleep a little better, and am now very hungover and on my way to class. Still, although the drinking-fun was not worth the consequences in this particular case, the costume was worth all of it.
People should throw more costume parties. Maybe without the "pumpkin pie" shots next time.
My hair was sprayed gray. I also drank a horrifying amount of sugary rum and shnapps-type drinks at eight different houses, went to bed spinny, made myself puke at 4am in the hopes of it letting me sleep a little better, and am now very hungover and on my way to class. Still, although the drinking-fun was not worth the consequences in this particular case, the costume was worth all of it. People should throw more costume parties. Maybe without the "pumpkin pie" shots next time.
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