October 15th, 2008

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You know, I don't always watch Jon Stewart. He is awfully funny when he's on--but the best stuff all makes it to my reading list the next day anyway, and usually at 11 pm at night I'm either writing or hanging around with my friends on the intarwebs or getting ready for bed.

Well, this morning I get to be the guy spamming your flist with Jon Stewart clips. Or more precisely, clips of Aasif Mandvi on the Daily Show, talking to Jon Stewart about whether the terms "Arab" and "decent family man" are mutually exclusive.

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You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

There's an interesting article on Slate about Emily Dickinson's love life.

One of the things I find very revealing about the way the cult of popular myth treats Dickinson is that her poems--some of whicH are frankly erotic, you know--are treated as evidence of choked and thwarted passion, will similar works by male authors--Shakespeare, anyone?--are treated as evidence of complicated passions.

And women poets who did get around are consigned to the second tier of the canon, if they're allowed in at all. Emily squeaks into the top rank on perceived purity; Edna St. Vincent Millay and Dorothy parker can linger down there in the gutter with the drunks.

Right. I need to shower, make myself some breakfast and tea, and do some writing. 133 words on "Mongoose" last night, which is not a lot, but does tend to indicate that my brain might be regenerating.
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She only comes when she's on top.

The sex in HBO dramas makes the whole process look very unappetizing and hard on the furniture.

I fear for a generation raised thinking that's how it's done.

I imagine they will suffer a lot of pulled groin muscles over time.
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624 words on "Mongoose" today. Go team me.

Climbing was pretty good, and might have been better if I had not been fighting off monthly malaise, and also trying to climb in new shoes with kind of hideous blisters on both heels from all the walking I did yesterday and on Sunday. Still, I managed a 5.7. which I also downclimbed, and a 5.5 (hey, it was exercise) and a much better ascent of the wall I just finally conquered, which still isn't rated and the cruz is still not easy. Monday, I have decided, is going to be a really kickass climbing day. Because I said so.

The new shoes are sticky enough and edge really well. Win!

I've really turned a corner in terms of upper body strength. It's there when I need it, and I can do things like hang comfortably from one flexed arm under an overhang while I grope for the next good hold. I am, in fact, now stronger than I think I am. And if I can keep taking off some weight, I'm only going to get better.

I've also gotten smarter about climbing; my brain is better at the patterns. Monday, I will remember that that the way to get over that overhang on the new white route is right hand up, left foot as high as possible, left hand across the body on a vector from the left foot, right hand across the left hand, and left hand out to the little pizza.

*writes it down so she can't forget*

I think I'm not running tomorrow. It's been four heavy exercise days in a row, and OMG do these blisters hurt.