moony, mercurial monday

the janis joplin of yoga recently reported that mercury is in retrograde for the next couple of weeks. as such, communication may likely be strained and difficult. since word-finding has become a perennial problem, this stretch here will surely confound.

okay class today, but frankly, i do not know how this cohort of students will fare when they do such little reading. they are pretty good improvisers in conversation, but it is painfully evident that they do not read entire assignments. and i have repeatedly spoken to them about this. i did not much care for the monograph we read today; i was sort of wishing that i hadn't assigned it, but we worked through and with it. this all went down in the first two hours of class, before they convinced me that a tornado was headed our way. this was not entirely unreasonable and i would not let them go to the windows to look for the twister.

i went to a lecture tonight in a+ab. another architect. he began life as an artist. 109 minutes long this one. it was exhausting. the woman who sat next to me + i were weary circa minute 55. this man is heavily invested in topological forms and spaces. lots of mobiuses, lots of klein bottles, lots of tauruses. all turning. twisting. transforming. upon reflection, lots of bull. but i liked the sound shell. after the lecture, i spoke to an art professor i know from some committee work. he gushed, "wasn't it great!" except it wasn't really a question it was more of declarative or exclamatory sentence. i asked rhetorically, "do you think that he will ever stop masturbating?" (to clarify, backintheday, the artist rigged a ramp attached to a floor in a gallery space in manhattan and masturbated under the floor/ramp for an eight hour shift while patrons and visitors walked above. he would use the sound of their footfalls to create his private/public sexual fantasies; he would also speak aloud uttering, i am touching your back, your hand, your ass. he thought of this as an exchange. this was art in the early 1970s). anyway, my colleague was standing with another colleague who as it turns out is the dear friend of dr. esk, her husband eb, + the one and only rider of peachesthepony.

of course, i would have to say something flip and trashy in front of a stranger who knows people i care about.

i made a new word today. this describes men in northern virginia who read about the vagaries of my life. they are visissydudes. and this evening, i found another action verb name: boyd. (as in buoyed). hello! jml + cl: i can't believe that we didn't come up with that earlier.