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That mixer last night? Three words: junior high dance. After we finished our cheap drinks, Kasha and I headed to Mama's for taquitos (for her - I'll have to try them next time) and flan for me. Such a fun word to say: flan. Mama's plays alot of Christina Aguilera. Which is as it should be; she's an awesome singer.

I've got my quota of sleeping in for the vacation done - Dru's agitating for a shopping trip: a new dress shirt for interviews and new vaccuum, since the old one can't deal with hair for beans, and since we've now got four women and four cats... Well. It doesn't help that this will be the second replacement of said vaccuum for failing to suck properly.

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Well, we replaced the piece of crap vaccuum with a different model. Shark Spectras? Don't suck in the same way that snotty uptight cheerleaders in high school don't suck. "You want me to what?"

Then Dru vaccuumed the living room and made us all come and look at the huge pile of dust and cat hair (bagless vac, doncha know) and how gross it was and how we're all slobs for not cleaning enough. Well, yeah. Took me what - eight months to do the kitchen floor? And then an hour later he has cheese and toast and leaves all the bread, butter, jam and cheese lying on the counter. Slobs. Yep. Contagious, that is.

We also got Dru a couple of dress shirts and a pair of ties. I made him but the one with the little froggies on it - it's cute and very job-appropriate for Environmental Consultants.

I found the new phone I want and a decent plan. For as little as I talk, the AT&T $30 national plan looked good, and the phone would be free.

Literary Masturbation

So I was reading that Masturbation book a couple days ago and stopped because I wanted to journal about it, and then forgot as soon as it slipped off the radar.

There's an interesting section on Books, Reading and the Solitary Vice. It connects the rise of literary culture with the rise of the fear of masturbation and shows the later fear as a reflection of the fears of widespread literacy. And then it connects it to the more modern Internet phenomena: "[A Yale Law professor] complained bitterly of his students who check their email and engage in other solitary electronic pursuits while in class, which made me think of Tissot's account of bored seminary students who masturbated during lecture and of similar contemporary stories of self-absorption."

Hee. I used to read in class in junior high and high school. It certainly demonstrated the same lack of attention to the teachers as masturbating in class. Never read my email in class, but I'd imagine I'd be damn tempted when I start up classes at the UW. My laptop has an Airport, after all...

And that's just dealing with regular fiction, with the daily commerce of internet life. Add slash and erotic fanfic into the mix, and you bring masturbation right back into the mix.