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Aug. 4th, 2002 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammargirlYesterday I got paid $60 to lie in an MRI tube for an hour and a half while things like this:
Red
Yellow
Green
appeared on a screen and I had to indicate the color of the word, rather than what the word said. It was boring as hell, but I got to see a picture of my brain, which was damn cool. Later, I was propositioned by the experimenter, a 40-odd year old man with a paunch who practically creamed his shorts when I admired his nifty cell phone/palm pilot gadget. I still can't decide whether to be encouraged because someone hit on me, or discouraged because, well... that guy hit on me. Right now I think I'm leaning toward being flattered.
On a side note: For future reference, it is probably a bad idea to make Saturday appointments on North Campus when you have no car and the busses only run Mon-Fri. Getting there on time involved a panicked call to Shoshana, a life-saving loan of her car, and a semi-panicked drive through unfamiliar streets, all of which could have been avoided if the stupid fucking transportation web site hadn't lied to me about the bus schedule. Grrrr.
Last night my friend Zac and I hung out and talked books for a while, then went over to Shoshana's place to watch a movie and keep her company while she packed. We were trying for The Neverending Story, but Campus Video (home of the Worst Movie Selection EVER) didn't have it, so we ended up with Waking Life instead. Amusingly enough, though we were denied the nostalgia of The Neverending Story, when we turned on the TV to watch Waking Life, we stumbled upon this digital cable channel called The N-- apparently it's a resting place for all these old kid shows from the early 90s. We got to watch The Adventures of Pete & Pete (the episode about the mysterious identity of Mr. Tastee), followed by Clarissa Explains It All (Piper, the sophisticated but apathetic New Yorker, comes to visit; she turns out, of course, to be More Than She Seems). The whole experience was totally bizarre-- there were scenes from Pete & Pete I remembered verbatim.
Anyway. Waking Life. I definitely need to see that movie again. I think the ideal setting would be by myself, in the dark, with no distractions, as opposed to with friends-- we kept breaking into conversations about various unrelated topics, all of which were very interesting, but as a result I totally missed a good quarter of the movie and was only half paying attention for most of it. What I saw of it, though, was really thought-provoking.
It doesn't help that Zac and I were flirting like crazy through the whole night--though shy as we both are, what I call crazy flirting is pretty damn chaste. I doubt Shoshana even noticed.
In the end, we ended up staying until 3:30AM and Shoshana got exactly zero packing done.
(By the by, I just went back and re-read what I've written so far, only to discover that in the month and a half since my return from NELP, I've apparently forgotten how to write. Which is bad, since tonight I have to finish a paper that's due--let's be perfectly honest here-- two days ago.)
I've made it my mission to spread House of Leaves around like a virus. Since I'm poor and the book costs something like $20, last night Zac and I decided to split a copy-- he gets to read it (thus spreading the virus...), and I get to keep it afterward--thus allowing me to pore over it obsessively, drive myself insane, and live a terrible meaningless existence with nothing but paranoia and my own unwashed stench for company.
(Allow me to pause for a moment while I grin malevolently and tap my fingers together a la Mr. Burns)
Excellent.
Red
Yellow
Green
appeared on a screen and I had to indicate the color of the word, rather than what the word said. It was boring as hell, but I got to see a picture of my brain, which was damn cool. Later, I was propositioned by the experimenter, a 40-odd year old man with a paunch who practically creamed his shorts when I admired his nifty cell phone/palm pilot gadget. I still can't decide whether to be encouraged because someone hit on me, or discouraged because, well... that guy hit on me. Right now I think I'm leaning toward being flattered.
On a side note: For future reference, it is probably a bad idea to make Saturday appointments on North Campus when you have no car and the busses only run Mon-Fri. Getting there on time involved a panicked call to Shoshana, a life-saving loan of her car, and a semi-panicked drive through unfamiliar streets, all of which could have been avoided if the stupid fucking transportation web site hadn't lied to me about the bus schedule. Grrrr.
Last night my friend Zac and I hung out and talked books for a while, then went over to Shoshana's place to watch a movie and keep her company while she packed. We were trying for The Neverending Story, but Campus Video (home of the Worst Movie Selection EVER) didn't have it, so we ended up with Waking Life instead. Amusingly enough, though we were denied the nostalgia of The Neverending Story, when we turned on the TV to watch Waking Life, we stumbled upon this digital cable channel called The N-- apparently it's a resting place for all these old kid shows from the early 90s. We got to watch The Adventures of Pete & Pete (the episode about the mysterious identity of Mr. Tastee), followed by Clarissa Explains It All (Piper, the sophisticated but apathetic New Yorker, comes to visit; she turns out, of course, to be More Than She Seems). The whole experience was totally bizarre-- there were scenes from Pete & Pete I remembered verbatim.
Anyway. Waking Life. I definitely need to see that movie again. I think the ideal setting would be by myself, in the dark, with no distractions, as opposed to with friends-- we kept breaking into conversations about various unrelated topics, all of which were very interesting, but as a result I totally missed a good quarter of the movie and was only half paying attention for most of it. What I saw of it, though, was really thought-provoking.
It doesn't help that Zac and I were flirting like crazy through the whole night--though shy as we both are, what I call crazy flirting is pretty damn chaste. I doubt Shoshana even noticed.
In the end, we ended up staying until 3:30AM and Shoshana got exactly zero packing done.
(By the by, I just went back and re-read what I've written so far, only to discover that in the month and a half since my return from NELP, I've apparently forgotten how to write. Which is bad, since tonight I have to finish a paper that's due--let's be perfectly honest here-- two days ago.)
I've made it my mission to spread House of Leaves around like a virus. Since I'm poor and the book costs something like $20, last night Zac and I decided to split a copy-- he gets to read it (thus spreading the virus...), and I get to keep it afterward--thus allowing me to pore over it obsessively, drive myself insane, and live a terrible meaningless existence with nothing but paranoia and my own unwashed stench for company.
(Allow me to pause for a moment while I grin malevolently and tap my fingers together a la Mr. Burns)
Excellent.
