I may have to send this in to Engrish.com
March 31, 2005
My friend Megan gifted me with this fabulous Japanacrazy bee-themed pencil box! (All bumblebee items now refer to spelling bees, whether entomologists like it or not. Funny, it’s like the concept of the “spelling bee” is the one thing that unifies entomologists and etymologists).

The poem reads:
Good luck and happy will be friends
It is a funny and amusing story for you
We show you the real friendship
Come and join us quickly!
there will be world enough, and time, for my inbox
March 30, 2005
I am tremendously behind on all of my email; if you’ve sent me some, rest assured that it will be answered in due time, and that your message is healthily fermenting, developing a bouquet of cherries and sandalwood.
I have discovered that Bridget the Midget has retired from porn and joined a band.
I had leftover pad thai for breakfast. Thanks to the cowboy for that one.
tonight is your last chance to spell!
March 28, 2005
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The Williamsburg Spelling Bee
Monday, March 28
7:30-9:00pm
Pete’s Candy Store, 709 Lorimer St.
http://www.petescandystore.com
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Compete tonight for prizes and a berth in the finals on April 11. We have massive PRIZES for the finals — including a grand cash prize, t-shirts, a “spelling bee champ” NEIGHBORHOODIE and other nifty goods. This is your last chance to qualify for the finals!
Make sure to ARRIVE EARLY — be there between 7:00 and 7:30 if you want to compete.
- Jenisfamous.com + bobbyblue
p.s. – Put April 11 on your calendar for the finals plus a spelling AFTERPARTY up front in the bar with drink specials and celebration into the night!
Yes, my last name is Polish.
March 28, 2005
I am wearing a blonde wig and making kielbasa. Truly, this must be someone’s fantasy.
I find this whole Terri Schiavo business extremely boring
March 28, 2005
The somewhat perturbing point for me is: why have liberals been backed into defending the position that we must, must, MUST not feed a hopeless vegetable? What kind of party platform is “We will station guards outside a hospice room door to make sure no one administers hopeless medical care to an empty husk of a former human being”? Who cares?
I sort of view feeding your vegetable like having an expensive pet that will never love you back but somehow gives you pleasure — like maintaining a very exclusive tropical fish.
Sure, you might question the wisdom of someone spending all their time and money on their tropical fish, but hey, that’s the pursuit of happiness. Cool. If you want to take care of it, go for it. That’s a hobby.
I suppose we might want some laws about taking care of vegetables — kind of like how, technically, I think animal welfare laws would prohibit you from abusing your exclusive tropical fish. So, don’t take your vegetable home and beat it with sticks. Just make it some soup. Oh, wait — it can’t eat soup. Well, read it a book. At least it’ll help keep you from getting Alzheimer’s. Reading is for everyone.
praise Jesus, now eat some ham
March 27, 2005
Today is Easter, when Christ rose from the dead and squatted outside his tomb to bring forth multicolored eggs from his cold, ashen loins.
maybe they could use hip-hop to teach proper capitalization
March 27, 2005
Today while art modeling, I thought, apropos to nothing, why hasn’t some Japanese hip hop artist put out an album called “Rapanese”?
When I got home, I googled the phrase and discovered that “Rapanese” is a language learning method, best known in a Spanish language learning book, described here by a publisher apparently unfamiliar with the rules and conventions of English:
First the lyrics (each of twelve lessons) are repeated slowly without music in both Spanish and English, just like conventional language tapes. Then the lyrics are repeated, sometimes long, with Awesome music. We repeat the Spanish and English words and phrases twice. You Do Not Get Bored because your mind fixates on the music and you pick up the Spanish the way you pick up the words to your favorite song. Your Mind Becomes Bilingual.
According to the reviews, the “Awesome music” is not, in fact, rap. Thus, Rapanese is neither rap, nor Japanese. What a waste of a perfectly good word.
stealing men’s pants
March 27, 2005
The stealing of a tall man’s pants by a short woman is not as impractical as it may seem; women have proportionally longer legs in relation to their body size, so the difference in leg length between a tall man and a short woman is less than the difference in their height.
This has been a public service announcement from women who steal pants when it gets cold out.
p.s. – Belts are still a good idea.
Salon post of the week re: feminism
March 25, 2005
I spent a couple of semesters at Dartmouth taking women’s studies classes. I’m not sure anyone’s ever quite hit on this before. On Salon, from one very perspicacious Mary Schumacher:
After 58 years of being a thinking, observing, participating woman in America, I’ve come to the conclusion that in our culture sexism is in many ways a secondary problem shaped and intensified by a much more primary problem — our hypercompetitive culture’s concept of masculinity is almost entirely bound to the concept of winning.The upshot of that is, inevitably, that our culture is highly emasculating. Because winner-take-all competitiveness must naturally produce many, many more losers than winners.
Hypermasculinity (masculinism) is used both as a competitive tool (winners are more masculine, so the more masculine I act the more likely I am to win) and a face-saving device (the more masculine I act the less likely I will be seen as a loser).
Underneath all the acting, of course, are a lot of men who are and feel like losers. Especially as middle age approaches (when the hypermasculine browbeating of people deemed even weaker than oneself — women, minorities, liberals — administered by loudmouths like Limbaugh and O’Reilly — offers some psychic compensation for the low rung you’ve settled on in the pecking order.)
In this dynamic women are seen not so much as inferior as outside the game. This is a competition between men. What women are suppose to be is reward and compensation, what they are suppose to provide is consolation.
When women enter the game, when they do compete, there is a double whammy — more competition, and, even more important, less consolation. This creates incredible resentment.
This resentment and fear of losing the compensation and consolation women are expected to provide is, I think, a much more important component of sexism in our culture than actual feelings and ideas about women’s inferiority.
if I keep selling CDs at this rate, I’m gonna buy myself a pony. okay, a My Little Pony.
March 25, 2005
A friend of a friend bought my CD, and I’ve since been informed that he’s listening to it on a continuous loop while he works, because it makes him feel like I’m “standing over him with a whip, urging him to work faster, work faster!”
On a positive note, CDBaby has sold out of my initial shipment of (five) CDs and has asked me to send more. My CD will also soon be for sale at Bowery Poetry Club!
My new variety show, the People’s Democratic Republic of the English Language, is seeking a venue. I’ve sent out a couple of proposals and am trying to get a good monthly spot. PDRoTEL will be a monthly comedy and musical comedy themed variety show, emceed by me, and rife with audience participation contests, including trivia, spelling and literary quizzes (“guess the author”), and other wordy diversions.
Help, I’m covered in Big Green! Just like on "You Can’t Do That on Television"
March 22, 2005
I’ve had a strange amount of Dartmouth contact today. When I visited my parents last weekend, my mother had re-framed my (large, Latinate) diploma, as the previous frame had been broken by the cat. I took this new framed leviathan of a document home and have yet to decide exactly what to do with it, as very few people display their diplomas in their apartments, and I don’t have an office.
Then, I got a call from the Dartmouth Alumni Magazine, which is publishing my article (about being the first woman captain of the boxing team) in July, but is going to pay me sooner! How nice is that? They run a quite decent magazine up there in the frigid north.
Finally, I got an email from the alumni relations folks, wanting my answers to some “where are they now” questions for a class newsletter. My answers will be printed next to my picture from the freshman year “Green Book.” And here are those answers…
*Where you lived FRESHMAN year: East Wheelock
*Where you lived SENIOR year: Phi Tau
*Where you live NOW: NYC/Spanish Harlem (a.k.a. “SpaHa”)
*Major FRESHMAN year: Making out with girls.
*Major SENIOR year: Philosophy
*What you’re doing NOW: I’m a freelance writer, spoken word performer (like Spalding Gray, but not dead!), alternative comedian, occasional model, and general urban revolutionary. I also run the Williamsburg Spelling Bee at Pete’s Candy Store (a bar) in Brooklyn.
*Do you still have The Green Book on your bookshelf?: Totally.
*Biggest regret about picture submitted for the Green Book (if any): The photo was really, really dark, so my hair blends into the background. Also, the original nickname I submitted was like “Ultimate Fighting Champion Grand Emperor of All That is Good and Loquacious, Plus Luxembourg,” but the Green Book called me and said that was too long, so I asked if I could have “Q6L?@&C3P0″ and they said yes.
*Biggest difference between you when your Green Book picture was taken and you now (can be physical or personal–use your imagination!): I’ve finally hit puberty!
*Any other information you would like to share about what you’re up to/what you’ve accomplished/where you’re headed: You can listen to me on iTunes – just search for my name. I am also engaging in shameless PG-13 rated acts on www.jenisfamous.com
*Who or what are you most excited to see at our five year reunion this June?: Whose ass has gotten fat! Of course.
"Stitch-N-Bitch" good, "Oz" bad
March 22, 2005
From the NYTimes today, on the changing meaning of the word “bitch”: And so the word that once defined a misogynistic double standard (“If a man is assertive, he’s called ambitious; if a woman …”) now defines another: If a woman’s called a bitch, she’s powerful, formidable, a winner; if a man’s called a bitch, he’s shamefully weak.
"your mistress coughs blood"
March 21, 2005
Molly Crabapple has created a quiz: Which Victorian stereotype are you?
well, i’ll bet THOSE spelling bees don’t have beer specials
March 21, 2005
From Yahoo News, an article about the Lincoln, RI school district’s attempt to cancel a spelling bee and the resultant public outcry. While some parents point to the “human drama” of bees, some claim that spelling bees violate the No Child Left Behind Act and damage the self-esteem of the losers (who, I think, should get a grip and – dare I say it? – learn to spell better).
On a more charming note…
who can forget 13-year-old Rebecca Sealfon of New York City exuberantly spelling the word that earned her a National Spelling Bee victory in 1997? The home-schooled girl screeched each vowel and consonant in the word “euonym,” then pumped her fists in the air and screeched again.
some personal assistants are very literal-minded
March 20, 2005
An article on Salon today discussed various celebrity blogs, the best being Wil Wheaton’s and the most bizarre being Jeff Bridges’, which is a long list of handwritten notes and hand-drawn pictures that is either a tremendous exercise in creativity, or else what happens when you decide you need one of these crazy “blog” things and you’ll just scribble on some napkins and pass them to your personal assistant, who’ll take care of everything.




