Spring 1999. I am twenty-nine years old and starting my second semester of my doctoral program. I don't know when or where, but I bought a square sketchbook, spiral-bound. It became my idea notebook for the semester. I picked it up tonight for no reason except that it was on top in the box of all of the paper journals I have ever kept, from the stapled-together pages of my fourth-grade journal to this. What do I find in this one?
*We think there is a split between the human and the technological, but the cyborg shows how this is not true.
*[Student Name] left my office. He said he wrote his paper because he didn't want to be boring and he wanted a topic you could disagree with, like I said to do. He was trying to get me to feel I had pushed him to pick this topic. He wanted to know how I picked the topic of the course and why it's what I research. I didn't tell the full truth but some of it. In the end, he is the only student I can say who wanted to question the topic.
*Gorgias was a doctor.
*[This was the semester I started my first blog in HTML. I have notes for how to create an email link in Netscape Composer.]
*For years, I would never let my think of this night, telling myself that it was high school and it was over.
*Medical writing is about control, organization, objectivity; these memoirs are about a disease that wrecks havoc.
*Puck is in prison, and Rachel is on The View.
*[I have drawn a map to the Red Light Cafe on Amsterdam in Chicago.]
*AIDS is not just a disease; it's a lens through which to view culture.
*There is a model search going on outside Planet Hollywood. There's also a convention of the American Physical Society. Thousands of Physicists. I'm terrified I look like one of them.
*When you drive somewhere, you have a strong sense of location that gives you a strong sense of place. When you fly, you lose that.
*Should we focus on the power of speaking or on the power of being heard?
*Face-to-face communication parallels the missionary position.
*Trauma: any assault to the body or psyche that cannot be integrated into one's consciousness.
*I decided to go see Stepmom and found my fare card was damaged, which means I lost the money that was on there.
*Cf. Browning, pgs. 120-1. Not only is secrecy key, but also the thrill of the unknown. Will this be a night of quantity or quality? Both or neither? Will this be a night I love out a fantasy I've been playing in my head for years? Or will this be a night I leave ashamed of my ever-increasing stomach?
*Get 3A batteries.
*Is associating homes with mothers always a bad thing?
*The fact that such places exist is proof of male privilege.
*At DBU, [Name Removed] and me and someone else talking about Madonna's merits. Another early queer moment.
*Hertz: 21.95 + 47.93