My 102 class, on the other hand, sucks, and gets suckier every day. I've lost my passion for it, and the material I'm teaching I've taught over 20 times, and I'm too lazy and underpaid to re-do my syllabus in there (tho I could without much effort revamp it the way I revamped 317 Business Writing the last time I taught it--with spectacular and enthusiastic results). Maybe it's time to just stop the madness and allow the adjunct faculty position to fade away, much as I let my Borders contingent status vanish last month, despite increasingly alarmed calls from Kenny Rogers.
It is nice though to get two paychecks every two weeks--and during the semesters my second paycheck is equal to my first, but I only get six of them. This adds up to lots of extra money, however! We're going to Honduras in January for cheap--maybe Xmas/New Year's we'll go to Europe as well.
Had lunch with Julio today at Thai One On, and we got to shoot the shit about art and books and politics, but only for 45 minutes. He gave me a woody by mentioning two CDs he copied while working at the Met of incredibly high-resolution photographs of thousands of paintings from around the world; he's using them to create slideshows for a painting class he's teaching at MICA. Apparently he's got several Petrus Christuses, Hans Memlings, Breughel Is and IIs, Cranach Is and IIs, van Eycks, Rembrandts, Durers, Dirk Bootses, Gerard Davidses, and can make really spectacular prints from these digital files. Oh baby. That's my shit right there!
I've got to get a slow leak in one of my brand new tires fixed--I also want to take the Accord to MAACO and get it fixed up and repainted, and perhaps drop it off to get an engine overhaul as well, and a new CD player installed. I'm tired of driving an ok car that has rust all over it (the fact that Cha bashed it into the side of the garage and broke the antenna off and destroyed one rear quarter panel, after which I smashed the review mirrors, doesn't help the aesthetics much either). For about $1500 I can probably get it in really nice shape and milk another five years out of it--I only drive 15 miles a week on average.
I've got good Netflix for the weekend--I've always wanted to see
I also got
which I watched twice a couple years ago but never bought, and it makes me happy. Porc Heaven told me at a Labor Day thing at the folks' that he was "confused" because he felt aroused after Hedwig gives Tommy Gnosis a helping hand in the bathtub. I didn't see why he should be "confused" by that scene--it's fucking hot!
I love the soundtrack:
I put on some makeup
Pick a new eight-track
I take the wig down off the shelf
Suddenly I'm
Mrs. Beehive, 1963!
'Til I wake up
And turn back
To myself.
The Mick Ronson-inspired Bob Mould guitar work is simply grand, and the inspired '80s metal update of '70s gender-bending prepunk glam is too too rich.
This is funny stuff, but very sophisticated and touching as well.
OH DON'T EVEN.
