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Another Day Off
Oct. 9th, 2003 07:48 pm4:30 a.m. Finally went to sleep after reading and writing about Robinson Crusoe all night. I wasn't thoroughly satisfied with my essay, but am proud of myself for turning it in and not letting it monopolize my time. A victory!
5:30 a.m. My brother brought my nephew by so I could drop him off at daycare later. I dozed lightly for two hours with the baby. Then got up, dressed, changed his diaper (twice - the second time was truly horrific), fed him a bottle and took him to Head Start.
9 a.m. Met the broker at the duplex. I think this house is it. I asked the broker to research the replacement of the siding, which needs to happen. Costs, timeline, etc. Also, I had questions about the soundproofing and the relationship with the other owners of the other half of the duplex insofar as joint maintainance is concerned. Hopefully we'll have made some progress by next week.
10 a.m. Broke fast at the Tin Shed. Read bell hooks' piece, "Sexism and the Black Female Slave Experience" - very lucid and informative. Also read Valerie Smith's "Loopholes of Retreat" about Harriet Jacobs' slave narrative. Worked on my response paper.
12 p.m. Took a one hour nap, during which it stormed so violently that I could hear the wind and thunderclaps in my sleep. When I woke up, the sky was clear and the sun was out. Birds chirping.
1 p.m. More work on response paper. Organized papers for school; checked email.
2:30 p.m. Picked up Jan downtown, headed to class.
6 p.m. Class over for the week. We had some good discussion about Foucault's Panopticon and Sartwell's take on the general vis a vis the particular. We also talked about "performing" race and how blacks are always negotiating the white construct: affirming or resisting it. Is this inescapable? I think it is, so long as the construct is white. People who rail against multiculturalism are a mystery to me; they truly don't see the construct as white - or they do, but they think that it's how things should be! At first I wasn't sure how I felt about being the only black person in the class, but after this, the third week, I feel at ease. I am used to being the only black person in social situations.
6:15 p.m. Picked up The Sorrow of Young Werther for another class and headed home, after dropping Jan off.
7 p.m. Arranged who I'm picking up tomorrow for the drive to Idaho. There will be four of us. I'll be leaving 8:45 a.m. - but will be taking the nephew to daycare again tomorrow, which means I have to be up at 5:30. Hmm. I can work on my worship planning at that time, I suppose.
8 p.m. Talked on the phone with various people regarding various things. I'm getting more and more phone calls these days. I think I'm becoming better friends with people, so they call me more often? I'm sure I'll have much to learn this weekend during the conference; the theme is ConFide: Truth or Dare. It's all about building trust in relationships.
10:30 p.m. Going to bed. Watched the final scene of Ride with the Devil once again. I just love that movie, but I especially love that scene. I love Daniel Holt (as played by Jeffrey Wright). Oh, if I could find a man like that!
5:30 a.m. My brother brought my nephew by so I could drop him off at daycare later. I dozed lightly for two hours with the baby. Then got up, dressed, changed his diaper (twice - the second time was truly horrific), fed him a bottle and took him to Head Start.
9 a.m. Met the broker at the duplex. I think this house is it. I asked the broker to research the replacement of the siding, which needs to happen. Costs, timeline, etc. Also, I had questions about the soundproofing and the relationship with the other owners of the other half of the duplex insofar as joint maintainance is concerned. Hopefully we'll have made some progress by next week.
10 a.m. Broke fast at the Tin Shed. Read bell hooks' piece, "Sexism and the Black Female Slave Experience" - very lucid and informative. Also read Valerie Smith's "Loopholes of Retreat" about Harriet Jacobs' slave narrative. Worked on my response paper.
12 p.m. Took a one hour nap, during which it stormed so violently that I could hear the wind and thunderclaps in my sleep. When I woke up, the sky was clear and the sun was out. Birds chirping.
1 p.m. More work on response paper. Organized papers for school; checked email.
2:30 p.m. Picked up Jan downtown, headed to class.
6 p.m. Class over for the week. We had some good discussion about Foucault's Panopticon and Sartwell's take on the general vis a vis the particular. We also talked about "performing" race and how blacks are always negotiating the white construct: affirming or resisting it. Is this inescapable? I think it is, so long as the construct is white. People who rail against multiculturalism are a mystery to me; they truly don't see the construct as white - or they do, but they think that it's how things should be! At first I wasn't sure how I felt about being the only black person in the class, but after this, the third week, I feel at ease. I am used to being the only black person in social situations.
6:15 p.m. Picked up The Sorrow of Young Werther for another class and headed home, after dropping Jan off.
7 p.m. Arranged who I'm picking up tomorrow for the drive to Idaho. There will be four of us. I'll be leaving 8:45 a.m. - but will be taking the nephew to daycare again tomorrow, which means I have to be up at 5:30. Hmm. I can work on my worship planning at that time, I suppose.
8 p.m. Talked on the phone with various people regarding various things. I'm getting more and more phone calls these days. I think I'm becoming better friends with people, so they call me more often? I'm sure I'll have much to learn this weekend during the conference; the theme is ConFide: Truth or Dare. It's all about building trust in relationships.
10:30 p.m. Going to bed. Watched the final scene of Ride with the Devil once again. I just love that movie, but I especially love that scene. I love Daniel Holt (as played by Jeffrey Wright). Oh, if I could find a man like that!
