Amaz[on]ing

I go to Amazon.com, and what comes up for me? A list of book recommendations including:

- Faggots
- The Knitting Experience
- Knitting Over the Edge AND
- The Marx-Engels Reader

Among others. I think if I had to boil down my life to a dozen words, it would definitely be composed of my book recommendations on Amazon.com. They really get right to the point with those.

Also fabulous is the Entrelac scarf I'm making. I don't want this to turn into one of those knitting blogs where I take pictures everyday of my various projects in progress and brag about how well the cabled chenile pet-sweater fits all three of my cats and how that makes up for the fact that it's a heinous shade of brown that I HAD to get because it was in the sale bin of the yarn store that I go to everyday...twice. Although I have to admit that I find those blogs oddly enchanting.

Also: Sylvia Rivera is my hero

If you would like to be my hero, too, consult her. I think she ought to be beatified, she's Catholic after all.

Some of her saintly miracles:

1. Rioting for hours but having the good sense to send her boyfriend back home to get a change of clothes in the middle of the riot.

2. Deciding to become hysterical when she found out about Judy Garland's death.

3. Referring to everyone (even people older than her) as 'chile,' and doing it with pizzazz.

4. Waking up from a heroine overdose and having the good sense to immediately bitch her friends out for letting her fall into a snowbank with her coat.


5. More generally upping the sass quotient.

Awkward

[o-kw&rd ] Adj. What it's like when you go to the library and in front of you is the guy with really harsh features who seems to be flirting with you in a way that's so obvious you laugh even though you really ought to do a better job ignoring him, seeing as he has features that are way too harsh for someone you'd actually hook up with (or date); in back of you is the guy who messaged you on OKCupid.com but whom you never messaged back, mostly due to a combination of laziness and ambivalence; and behind him is the closeted guy with whom you flirted unsuccessfully during another all-nighter in Lamont.

Etymology: Middle English awkeward, a library filled with homos, from Old Norse ofugr and warde, homosexual and library.

Just Shopping

I love shopping period. It's such a great way to start out the semester, since everyone is going to like 5 classes a day, the yard is bustling with activity. It's also kind of fun to see just how predictable the attendance of some classes can be. For instance - there are the classes where all the snarky white boys who earnestly discuss politics at the dining room table in that "I know better than political pundits who actually have a clue" tone of voice raise their hands to ask detailed and uninteresting questions. Then there are the classes where all the students succeed at appearing fully disinterested within the first five minutes of lectures, and the average shoulder breadth increases about 50%. And finally, there are the classes where everyone is queer, only has queer friends, or looks a little uncomfortable at the realization that they are the only straight people in the room. The classes I shopped today belonged predominantly to this last category, and I have to admit that I was quite pleased. Interesting material AND an incentive to dress nicely for class.

In the queer culture class I shopped, people actually said they were gay and single when introducing themselves. Now I'm a fan of excess, but there is such a thing as overkill. I think this calls for the creation of a facebook group: SACC - students against cruising in class.