Were you aware that Gillian Anderson has a blog? The Onion calls it “unusually deeply considered, for a celebrity blog.” I’d heard rumors she changed her name from Gilliam when it was judged Americans would find it too weird, but I can’t find any evidence of that in a quick Google scan. It was amusing when someone told me I looked like her before even knowing my name; having to correct plane reservations and the like is less charming.
“Mood is especially important for children because of the ways in which they view television and overhear remarks… There is no framework of understanding into which their reflections can be placed. It is as if children’s education were dominated by the overheard remark… It is not as if they see the adult world as separate and of no interest to them. On the contrary, they show such interest that they struggle hard to make sense of it in their own way…” Cedric Cullingford, Children and Society, quoted in PowerPlay: Toys as Popular Culture
I am two years old, maybe three. We live in Maine, out in the country. Very modern house which seems at times to be built around a long, almost untraverseable passageway. Fat, glossy wooden planks under my bare feet. I run up and down that hall in plastic pants.
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So, when Catherine comes to town, weird, inexplicable things seem to happen…
I got a call from her after her unexpected announcement that she’d be visiting saying “I’m totally into this thing with the L.H.O.O.Q. pants. I found a fabric store which has iron-on letters.” So we did it. Pia re-emerged into the world of the non-medical at the last moment, but we didn’t have enough letters to have L.H.O.O.Q. for her too, so we ended up with two of those for us, and CANDYPANTS on a pair of shorts for her. “I want to wear these home on the subway!” quipped Pia. Not after all the groping I’ve received on the NYC subway, babe… not sending a friend out into the world like that.
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Catherine also inquired again about Dancing Sausage wearable gear, and I realized I may never have posted a link when I actually got ready to have shirts made. So here they are, at my Cafepress shop. I’ll take requests if you have ’em.
Also! I have been remiss in not thanking Armand Frasco for making me a set of Dancing Sausage buttons (yes, I am as amused as you are by the beigeness and the very obvious J. Crew logo in that picture). Thank you, Armand! Very very sorry for not giving your due props sooner. Buttons are available for those of you to whom I have not given them earlier. They are a little more pixelly than I might have hoped, but that’s mostly my fault for not giving Armand a better file. Let me know if you want one.
Various ones in my department think that we need to keep up with the Joneses at NYU and run our own version of PacManhattan. But I’m not totally convinced we shouldn’t do something more like Frogger. Sam wanted to create a similar game called Blogger which would involve bloggers running from campus to a wired cafe, with a twist– you’re the one playing the trucker. Maybe this would be a simple way to implement it…
So, if those of you who have heard me bitch about The Horrible Class At NYU this semester, ad nauseam, and are wondering how my final exam is likely to play out, let me tell you, I think Michael Zole has summed it up nicely.
