Monday, January 30, 2006
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
What to do when they ask for your Social Security Number. "Surprisingly, government agencies are reasonably easy to deal with; private organizations are much more troublesome."
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
| Starving Artist |
You are 0% Rational, 42% Extroverted, 0% Brutal, and 57% Arrogant.
You are the Starving Artist! Like some sort of emaciated Frenchman, you
sit in your fancy little chair and contemplate beauty, meaning,
flowers, and all kinds of other ridiculous crap. You are more intuitive
than logical, and are primarily guided by your heart and emotions. You
are also very introverted and gentle. Of course, this does not mean
that you do not have an ego. In fact, you are surprisingly arrogant for
someone so emotional and gentle. This is why you are best described as
a starving artist. You are very introspective and quite sure of
yourself, as any accomplished artist is, yet your views are
impractical, guided by feelings, and overly gentle. You probably find
math, logic, and similar intellectual pursuits offensive to your
artistic sensibilities, and you prefer the open-endedness of artistry
because it's infinitely easier to ponder the beauty of a sock than to
build rocketships. So really you have no reason to be arrogant, you big
doofus, because the skills you value (emotion, spirit, art, etc.) in
yourself are valuable only on a subjective level, meaning your
arrogance is purely masturbatory, like the insipid self-pleasuring of
some twat who spouts artistic nonsense only for the pleasant tinkling
sound it makes upon his indiscriminating ears. In short, your
personality is defective because you are arrogant, introverted,
introspective, gentle, and thoroughly irrational...posessing most of
the traits needed to be a starving--and useless--artist. So get out
there, write a few short stories that are allegories for the
indestructible spirit of socks, and starve!
1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational.
2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.
3. You are more GENTLE than brutal.
4. You are more ARROGANT than humble.
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The following image was made by Stephan Brusche at http://www.sb77.nl, a real-life "starving artist". Check out his website if interested.
|My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:|
|Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test|
Saturday, January 21, 2006
meme for me. and you.
four jobs i have had
1. Director of Content and Services/Librarian
2. substitute teacher
4. teacher of writing
four movies i could watch over and over
1. Broadcast News
2. The Philadelphia Story
3. Party Girl
4. The Big Chill
four places i have lived
2. San Francisco
4. Cambridge, MA
four tv shows
1. Gilmore Girls
3. The Tick
2. Buffalo Rising
3. Cosmic Path
four favorite foods
1. Egg noodles with scallions & paremsan
2. Szechuan Eggplant
3. tomato pie
4. chile rellenos
four places i'd rather be
1. Santa Fe
four bloggers i'd tag
4. Perfect Nancy
(Tagged by jennimi.)
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Mellow Sunday, making enchiladas and brownies for a late night dinner, after my reading tonight at Rust Belt Books (Y'all come!). Listening to Ani DiFranco's old Puddle Dive on cassette, enjoying it, and feeling happy about the soon-to-come Church venue of hers here in Buffalo. It's exciting to hear her enthusiasm for both music and poetry to take place there.
I would love to have Urban Epiphany there sometime.
Speaking of, plans are underway for the 5th Urban Epiphany poetry marathon, to take place April 30, 2006. Watch your email/phone machine for an invite if you are a local poet, and if I don't know you, feel free to drop me a line (celia.white at gmail dot com) to snag an opportunity. I'm gratified to say that many people have told me it is their favorite poetry/art event of the year here, and that it builds community among writers here like nothing else.
Friday, January 13, 2006
It is good to be home. The days are mild and sweet, Spring-like. I have been catching up on the internet, including finally boning up and using RSS feeds. I had been feeling like a bad librarian because I'd been ignoring them.
I was ignint and wrong. RSS feeds are the bomb. They make surfing for new stuff as easily as checking email. I am using Bloglines to gather, and have been sad to find that many sites I love lack them. If you haven't, and are (like I once was) in denial about them, please spend ten minutes checking out Bloglines or the like, and enabling feeds from your site. Pretty please?
Tonight I went to the opening at Burchfield-Penney of my old neighbor Peter Arvidson's work. His work has changed signficantly over the years, but is consistently sweet with color and calm. (This painting, he told me, he named Cusp because he noted the title on my first chapbook [traded to him years ago in exchange for a painting] one day while casting around for a word).
Peter used to live below me on Breckenridge Street. I had the poet's garrett above his dark little apt studio. Our neighbors were some of the craziest, most ill people I've ever been in proximity to (the sink would back up from the vomit of the guy downstairs; another guy tried to kill his common-law wife in the stairwell and cut my phone lines when I called the police; another guy detailed his Lithium regimen to you whenever you met).
I just put Tiger Balm all over my sore (from bagging leaves) lower back and must go enjoy the tingle now.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
I'm just back from a fabulous visit to Oaxaca, Mexico. I'm full of pictures, rather than words....
No, it's not so.
Pepitas, gracias, andale, quesadilla, quiero, la cuenta, por favor, izquierda, querido novio, agua purificado, la boda, Iglesias, incandela, mucho gusto, besame, tamal mole, el vino tinto, copa, chocolate du leche, café americano, these are words which mean something to me now. And many more.
We flew in over City Hall, which I showed to The Musician and he sighed, “I love this town.”
So do I.
I love being home. The night is mine and hardly seems long enough to do all I crave to—make parmigiano-scallion noodles, take a bath, read through Sharon Olds poems, talk about the new things I’ve learned about RSS feeds (you can call me ignint now)….
Re-entry is a little delicate—I went to the bookstore, shared some chocolate with Kristi, then failed to run a variety of errands. I went home, folded clothes, sat on the couch, Tonight Jennimi came over and I gave her a gift, shared some wine, and exposed her to The Tick, which she loved in the form of delighted laughter and an avid need to see three (live-action) episodes and a smidge of the cartoon on bad videotape. Conversion is sweet. “Ho ho ho!”