also, why do men write about the internet? is it weird if i write a dissertation without ever citing a man on the internet?
judy chicago, atmospheres, performance pieces involving smoke and various pyrotechnical materials, various locations in california, 1967
Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia (via fictionalhorse)
one of marc’s colleagues, upon hearing about our various vacation plans, said “i thought you said she was a feminist.” he was like “she’s not that kind of feminist.” vacationing is at least proximate to babbling and daydreaming, and so far contains both.
babbling is next to daydreaming.
in the 10 days between valentine’s day and this weekend’s trip i have gotten two manicures, one pedicure, one keratin treatment, a haircut, a bikini wax, and a lash tint. i also bought a four-piece lingerie set that i described to two friends as “tawny kitaen in a whitesnake video,” but not (yet) a new bikini.
last night we went to dinner and then for drinks at one of the three places we went on our second date, and talked about that for awhile, and then about marriage, and marc said something about how the idea of real commitment is appealing, not just because he likes contracts, and then, maybe, about the attempt to make a thing different from other things, or maybe i was the one who said that. he also said something, kind of, about how even though i am the one who wants kids, he can see the ways in which that experience adds something to a relationship, except that isn’t nearly as elegant as what he said, or at least what he evoked.
i have a terrible memory, but later, when we were falling asleep, i was thinking about how archiving, for me, was always really a placeholder for ambiance.