OK, so I may have been a little premature with the blog. I haven't actually left Wisconsin yet, so I don't have much to document that seems worthy of semi-public documentation. But isn't this the fundamental question that all bloggers (and blog-readers) need to ask themselves -- who gives a shit? Do I, even?
The jury's still out on that one, but because I feel guilty for the inactivity (and have been prodded by one of my comment-ers -- check out the Comments, much more interesting than the blog so far) I am going to throw some stuff out there.
My current, daily activities that are related to the Netherlands:
Packing: boring. Note I added to my to-do list today: don't forget the birth control that's in the fridge. However, my birth control is actually made in the Netherlands so I could probably get my hands on some. Maybe do a factory tour?
All of my conversations: "You much be getting really excited!" "Are you excited?" "This is so exciting!" Yup, it's exciting. SO EXCITING
The after-effects of having cable installed on Monday (read the previous post for context): cable sucks. There's too many channels. It takes forever to scroll through them all. And even then there's still nothing on. Project Runway was good the other night; I accidentally caught the second half of the Democrats' debate -- so I am slightly more informed than I would have been otherwise although I prefer not to be informed so that may have been a negative. Watched a "Yoga" show on a fitness channel that appeared to actually be "Yoga Soft Porn."
Here's the books I'm taking with me to the Netherlands (this gets really tittillating, Becky):
Bodies That Matter, Judy Butler
Nomadic Subjects and Transpositions, Rosi Braidotti (this is who I'm going to study with)
Imaginary Bodies, Moira Gatens
Volatile Bodies, Elizabeth Grosz (she's going to be in Utrecht, too, teaching a master class in May)
Nietzsche and Philosophy, Deleuze (I was supposed to read this last year but never did -- it should be good for the flight)
Nietsche's canon, my favorites of those being Human All Too Human, On the Genealogy of Morals, The Gay Science, Beyond Good and Evil. Another flight option: Nietzsche's autobiography, Ecce Homo. I never got around to reading this but am really looking forward to it. The chapter titles include "Why I am so wise," "Why I am so clever," "Why I write such good books." I will be plagiarizing Nietzsche for sure when I pen my own autobiography.
But I do need some fun reading to bring. The Road? Other suggestions?
(Is this post long enough? Can I stop now?)
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6 comments:
Emily
I read "The Road" and wouldn't call it "fun". Try "Water for Elephants" or "A Thousaned Splendid Suns", whicdh I think you'd like.
Love and a safe journey!
Katy
your booklist sounds like soft core porn...
Em, if anyone will be tickled by "The Road" it will be you. Keep the updates coming. I especially want to hear the word on the street about that Dutch kid who killed natalee halloway or whatever. (in fact: maybe you'll study it! speaking of volatile bodies!)
Hey Em! Yeah, well, if this post is boring, then my life is also boring. Um... wait, I guess it is. The Grosz and the Braidotti are on my reading list for this semester as well--I'm quite jealous that you're going there to work with her! I'll have to send an email and catch up more!
Have fun!
On this the anniversary of our many reality tv dinners, I miss you already. Victoria finally got sent home this week. I liked it a lot. I have been checking your blog and so far nothin new. Get on it, Clark. I figure this is going to be a pretty much one way conversation anyway since I am doing NOTHING at all interesting or different and you are a mover and shaker. I will look into a mike for skype soon. And you forgot to give me John's number, so if you could email it to me when you get time from your busy body violating, (volatiling? anything seems likely in the redlight district), that would be great.
Here's a thought in the spirit of Becky: I expect you to at least keep a list of sexual (European) escapades with items to be checked off. To start off with, how about "sex in/under a windmill?" This may be your only chance. And it is the one way having a boyfriend while on an extended trip could work for you instead of against you. It would be pretty awkward to ask a native to participate in that kind of dumb American spectacle, especially if you continue with the "I am a fat American" charade...
Ehren, not sure if you'll see this but I wanted to tell you that I watched one of Lars von Trier's comedies and it was high-larious. The Boss of It All. YOu should totally get it.
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