a couple years ago i was reading up for my still unfinished Teen Stalker Magazine idea. (i think i abandoned it after watching too many cybercrime specials on pedaphilic cyberstalking.) in trying to finish up the quiz section, i did a little online research on cleopatra because the rolling out of a carpet bit struck me as stalker material. i found a site that proposed that cleopatra was not actually as beautiful as she is made out to be in the movies ([that movie preview voice] Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra!!!), but that she really just won people over with her charm, wit, and intelligence.
<p><i>now how to turn that frown upsidedown?</i> </p> <p>i was thinking about this in my moon boots (for nostalgia’s sake though there really isn’t enough snow) while smoking a galoise legere on the porch. would it be possible to pass an embarassment i can’t explain as a cleopatra moment? you see, i did a betise (a stupid thing). i don’t know how it happened, but my only current theory is that i have some sort of personality threshold. beyond a certain level of nervousness and stress, i think i snap into another personality out of convenience. </p> <p>i’ve been thinking about my bold (at best) introduction to Jim Heath, who is apparently famous for something or other in the science world, since i returned to consciousness from all the tiring conference rigamarole. i can’t explain what happened. i was just embarassingly casual and weird at the same time. i did manage to get his attention, though it was probably the bad sort. he kept looking at me like “do i know you, should i know you, what the hell is going on?!?” </p> <p>and so now i’m torn between trying to do something cool with my research/career to excuse it (which is unlikely) and considering a change in field with an eventual change in citizenship (which is a lot of trouble). </p> <p><i>oive.</i></p>