Silly announcement of the day:

Palaver & I decided around this time last year that we would never marry because I draw the line at anal sex.

That was a joke. The marrying part, I mean, not the anal sex part. I really do draw the line.

October 16, 1998.

I had a beautifully worked-out entry ready for yesterday that would touch on the more philosophical aspects of virginity, chastity, misogyny & neo-Platonism in renaissance culture. Then I went to bed without starting it. I don't know who's loss that is.

Word on the e-street is that Meghan's creating a diary screen saver, and diarists are invited to submit up to five quotes. I know that one of them has to be

"I can't frigging believe how beautiful the past week has been. I was able to wear my low-cut pink sundress on Monday - the one that shows off my bra to such good advantage."

from last year, but I can't think of any other notable phrases. You are invited, dear reader, to submit suggestions, the only stipulation being that they actually have to come from entries, and not be made-up snippets of naughtiness. Come to think, submit the latter as well...I just won't send 'em in.

Last night I dreamt that I was with my Renaissence Love Poetry professor, the one that I have an unrequited intellectual crush on. She doesn't like me, and it's robbing me of any enjoyment in that class...and the crushing irony is that I signed up in the class just to be taught by her. But last night, she was asking questions & I was answering them all right, thus earning smiles. One I remember in particular was "what is the function of bowties?" My answer was, "to match the cummerbund, which exists to hide the waistline." Trevor reports that I actually said, "does it match the cummerbund?" around 5:30 a.m. Fearing to disagree with my formidable sleeping intellect, he could do naught but say yes.

Yesterday Trevor & I had a long silly conversation about the humorous possibilities in a collection of academic-themed erotica (he insists on calling it "Eroticademia"). We considered such spicy possibilities as a teaching assistant and...a teaching assistant's girlfriend. Or a librarian and a student with an overdue book. The real challenge was avoiding the tradional professor-student liason...it just boils down to a simple power relationship with a little secondary reading thrown in for colour.

One of us remarked that the problem with actually being in a professor-student relationship was that you'd always be engaged in fantasy...i.e. pretending that you're a normal couple.

one year ago today: edgar allan poe fictons