laura

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Thu, 05 Oct 2006 16:58:23 GMT

hello
way more than you ever wanted to read by me and about me here
laura

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Sun, 01 Feb 2004 22:40:11 GMT

people should call me 2992 and tell me to come out of hiding. they should also tell me to go to class. they could also request that i stop whining about reverse culture shock.

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Sun, 09 Nov 2003 23:53:37 GMT

go to: www.strindbergandhelium.com for a good time.

thank you paulo freire

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Wed, 08 Oct 2003 02:27:53 GMT

the antidialogical, dominating i transforms the dominated, conquered thou into a mere it. the dialogical i, however, knows that it is precisely the thou ("not-i") which has called forth his own existence. he also knows that the thou which calls forth his own existence in turn constitutes an i which has in his i its thou. the i and the thou thus become, in the dialectic of these relationships, two thous which become two i's.
from "pedogogy of the oppressed" otherwise an excellent book.

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Fri, 03 Oct 2003 03:54:27 GMT

i have recently discovered nine inch nails the fragile right. . .
it is amazing.

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Tue, 30 Sep 2003 19:01:36 GMT

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about government propaganda in porfirian mexico

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Tue, 23 Sep 2003 20:50:10 GMT

william french writes:
"women, indeed, also contributed to el correo, often blaming neglectful wives for problems in the home and husbands' indulgence in vice . . .
according to these texts, a good wife was expected to transform inept and lost single men into reliable husbands and magnificent fathers. this was accomplished by anticipating and catering to all their desires." (!!!!!)
also, acccording to these texts:
". . . the working-class women lived in a "repugnant" and "terrible" promiscuity that left her ready to prostitute herself simply out of habit. for these women, loss of virginity was either voluntary or trivial."
it's supposed to be rape?!? according to the ideology of the time, virginity loss for "respectable" women was involuntary?!

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Sat, 20 Sep 2003 21:54:19 GMT

today i had an epiphany (one that's probably been had before but whatever)about the homophobic comments teachers here keep making. the other is us!!!! people are afraid of their own weakness!!! the teacher is always making fun of 1) gay men 2) people who are being cry-babies. in order not to succumb to our weak, powerless side, we assign these weak traits to gay men and say gay men are disgusting in order to distance ourselves from our own frighening weakness. then, when we are afraid and want to cry, we have a powerful motive not to do so--to cry would be to be weak and weakness=gayness and gayness=repulsive. an "other" is constructed to help us deal with our own powerlessness and weakness which we find so scary.
and they lived happily ever after. the end.

border related stuff etc

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Wed, 17 Sep 2003 19:54:59 GMT

"redford, tx is the town where on may 20, 1997 four u.s. marines stalked and killed esequiel hernandez, a goatherd who had just celebrated his 18th birthday. esequiel, an american citizen, had been watering his goats at the rio after returning from school.according to the training the marines had received, 75% of all citizens in redford were narcotraficantes. thus, every citizen not in diapers was suspect, enemies of the u.s. government." (esequiel's abuelo lucia began a lending library and received awards for her work.)
"enrigue, (the father of esequiel) said, "that is the irony. with one hand, bush gives my mother these awards. with the other, he sends the marines to watch us and even kill us because we fit the profile of drug-smugglers."
from *puro border*
"who is to say that robbing a people of its language is less violent than war?"
ray gwyn smith
"i am like a turtle i carry my home on my back."
anzuldua
"out of poverty poetry; out of suffering, song."
a mexican saying
"my stories are acts encapsulated in time, "enacted" every time they are spoken aloud or read silently. i like to think of them as performances and not inert and "dead" objects. (as the aesthetics of western culture think of art works). instead, the work has an identity; it is a "who" and a "what" and contains the presences of persons, that is, incarnations of gods or ancestors or natural and cosmic powers. the work manifests the same needs as a person, it needs to be "fed", la tengo que banar y vestir"
~anzuldua
"one day. . . i was writing in my journal. the day was particularly ripe with beauty and horror. it was hot. and a man working the trash come over to me and said,
"what are you doing?"
"writing," i said. "see?" i showed him the notebook. he couldn't read, but he squited and looked at the words.
"what are you writing about?" he asked.
"this," i said, gesturing at the dump.
he turned and looked.
"this?" he said, astounded.
"yes, i am. i write down what i see, what i hear, what you do."
"you're writing about me," he said.
i nodded.
emotions washed over his face, and some of them looked like anger. i prepared myself to get scolded. i didn't know if he'd throw a punch of walk away.
"will people read it?" he asked.
"someday."
"good," he said. "good! you write it down. write it all down. because i live in the garbage, and i'll die in the garbage, and i'll be buried in the garbage. and nobody will ever know that i lived. so tell them about me. tell them i was here."
urrea from across the wire.
"enrique, don't you think the government will legalize drugs one of these days? they have to understand sooner or later that these laws are crazy and stupid."
bobby byrd
"one time i told a reporter from i don't know where that the border was like my ex-wife and he furiously wrote this down on his notebook, supposing that i would tell him more. the only thing i added was that i have a pact with my ex-wife: i don't talk bad about her and she doesn't talk bad about me."
luis humberto crosthwaite
ok i'm going to stop procrastinating now.
happy one day belated mexican independence day to all=)

from cuidad juarez

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Fri, 05 Sep 2003 16:07:55 GMT

a esl teacher at my internship told me that students from veracruz are 1) stupid and 2) have round faces.
wow.
i'm not sure whether she's incredibly racist or a huge jerk.
i talked to the program leader about my reservations with the internship site because of these sort of comments teachers keep making to me and felt better. there's a lot to learn there, if not about good esl teaching, lots to learn about how people are made to feel shitty about themselves. the students seem to appreciate having me there despite the fact that teachers keep putting me on this very unpleasant pedistal: she's from the u.s. land of all things good, the streets paved in gold, where angels pluck their harps. . . and i'm like, "um actually, no, in the u.s. there's crime as well"
it's been weird, a lot to think about and feel guilty about actually--this one guy seems so bright and wants to be an architect and go to germany and learn arabic and wants his family to be together and i just feel like shit for being a pampered spoiled brat. . .
on a more positive note, my host mom is really cool. so is the weather here,understanding spanish more and more, the movie "my life in pink" and finding my way from the bridge to work successfully.

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Thu, 28 Aug 2003 14:43:00 GMT

so i went to my internship yesterday. . . esl classes, working with maquila workers. the teacher was really enthusiastic and loud, practically shouting, but seemed sincere and the students seemed engaged. during introductions he was asking the other border studies student and me why we weren't afraid to be in jaurez with its reputation. . . it surprised me he was totally focused on our safety, and it seems, i mean everybody in the room lives in juarez, is our safety more important than there's? people live in jaurez, we're people, but apparently our safety is more important. maybe he thought the students knew better how to protect themselves. probably.
anyways, it's gonna be really cool, my host mom is as excited as i am i think, she keeps going on and on about how i'll get to hear the inside story about what it's like to work in a maquiladora, southern mexicans' perceptions of northern mexico, ( many people come here from the south looking for employment) learn about their families, religion. . . she's psyched to hear about it. sh'es greast to talk to but has this embarrassing way of quoting dinky things i say when we're chatting in groups with other host parents. . . laura said she's excited about working at her internship, or even reporting what i do, laura was reading a book. she's great though, really great to talk to and totally involved emotionally.
anyways.
love to all.
p.s. the armadillo had it's baby. it's name is ross. it's a girl. ross means rose in hippy language.

from the armadillo

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Tue, 26 Aug 2003 20:41:03 GMT

greetings!
i'm in juarez, chihuahua mexico. i'm no longer growing pansies and have turned my attention to more important matters. shortly after our arrival a student's host mom rushed to the hostpital to give birth and brought back a baby-woman-infant-mini-person. (not sure if "baby girl" is p.c.) anyways, this got me thinking. . . i'm a pregnant armadillo, and you know what pregnant armadillos do best, don't you? plus i've been carrying around this baby armadillo for a while now, so inspired by aforementioned host mother, i think i will give birth soon. other than contemplating pregnancy and the mysteries of the stars, i've been sitting on a bed. it's not been hella interesting. i've also been inside back packs. it's very dark inside a backpack.
love to all,
the armadillo
outside outside of a dog a book is man's best friend indeed, inside inside of a dog it's much too dark too dark to read.

from the armadillo

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Wed, 11 Jun 2003 14:21:16 GMT

day 1: i planted pansies!
day 2: missing the lungfish a lot today.
day 3: as you all know i'm pregnant. these cravings are driving me crazy.
day 4: enough with the cravings! can't concentrate on anything
day 5: i wish these pansies would hurry up and grow
day 6: if the pansies don't grow soon i'm going to lose it
day 7: i have this aweful hankering for pansies
day 8: that's why i planted the pansies, to eat them
day 9: mmmmm pickles
day 10: yesterday i saw someone touching up scratch marks on their car with nail polish. i was very impressed.
day 11: bought snap dragon seeds. do snap dragons take as long to grow as pansies?

hmmmm. . .

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Sat, 07 Jun 2003 22:40:45 GMT

hmm i'm tired and bored. what to say? work was interesting. they're very under-staffed. also i get the feeling that the cook doesn't like the owner too much. i don't know, maybe i'm imagining things, but either it was something the in the way she growled "he's impossible" and bugged out her eyes many many times or maybe just the fact that she muttered "fuck" MORE times than even ross whenever the owner said anything to her. . . .
it would have been funny if i hadn't believed her when she said, "someday i'm going to kill him. i really wish i were kidding."
ugh. i'm really exhausted and have nothing to say except:this is funny. it made me laugh so i thought there was a chance it was worth passing on funny funny funny*laughs uproariously, slaps knee, squeals with glee, gaffaws loudly, snorts audibly*."it's often the way that people who take their work seriously laugh at stupid jokes; it's as if they are under-humored and, as a consequence, suffer from pre-mature laugh-ejaculation."
high fidelity by nick hornby
oops i lied really i'm not done talking:::::::shimmering sticky tear pulse woven into gluing cementing bone rainbow gushing belching tumbling spiral staircase throat tumult crumpled muddled swinging pendulum approaches sunny warm soft round glitter puzzle tangle tickle touch comforting token a feather a pocket reminder surface button down crispness yearning whirlpool clicking evaporates touching burning rain soft couched living room wrinkles rumbling gesture wispy snowflake creatures dangle mirror splatter shadow creatures bouncing off the walls.
ok. . . an essay contest. . . use all the above words to tell me why one of the following songs is, or is not, good. you can write as much as you want but you have to use the above words in their above order without omiting any. so, in your own words, with those other words too, describe what these songs mean to you, or why they suck or don't suck or really i don't care what the hell you write if you're bored enough to attempt anything it might be interesting. or boring. or, alternativly, you could write, or not, something else. or don't.
hmm. . . songs. . .
i will survive
fuck her gently
yellow submarine
jimmy hendrix purple haze
beach boys california girls
thanks and don't retreat into your thick thud delusions
amen
bye now
yours truly,
behind the ear cozy and co

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Fri, 06 Jun 2003 00:01:43 GMT

annoyed at self--finding journal entry continues as i go about my doodly-dos and everything i do i make note of in a journal entry manner:
scratched nose
typed words
wrote emails
ahhhh!!!!

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Thu, 05 Jun 2003 23:53:43 GMT

noted spelling errors: briefly hmmm a bunch of other words

things i've done recently OR: a cello day heart ache OR: a breathtaking work of staggering genius

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Thu, 05 Jun 2003 23:51:06 GMT

watched this french movie with audrey what's her name who plays in amelie
bought a tomato plant, walked around city with it looking for a job (breifly, mustn't let the plant get droopy)
made salad
found on street joker card with mysterious codelike writing on it--picked it up and put it in my scrap book
heard snippets of conversations in french german and spanish while exploring cambridge
watched trashy tv in spanish
heard about lizzy's recent romantic entanglements
heard about cathryn's recent romanti entanglements
listened to erica whine about not having a boyfriend
got a job at cezanne's coffee place--pretty art work and a honky tonk piano (the only thing costumers play is the entertainer.)
applied to starbucks
watched harry potter with lizzy and corey
watched emporer's club with lizzy
bought socks
talked to dan online made arrangments to hang out which will (blessedly?) never come to fruition
went to elissa's 18th birthday party. her mom screened the movie for us to make sure there was nothing inappropriate. sweet home alamaba is a-ok. you all can watch it and your innocent minds will remain uncorrupted
took walk on beach
decided self was inadequate
decided self was adequate
decided self was inadequate but self didn't give a rat's ass
explored cambridge more found library which huge spanish language book collection, longy school of music, cool chair made from a stump, a strangely beautiful decrepid doorway. ..
am happy cuz eric says he'll visit
feel horrible: world view disintegrating, dearly held beliefs unraveling, apocolypse pending. . . went to julie's drank tea, felt better
used breakfast plate to eat lunch on. . .one less dish to wash ha!!!
heard about lizzy's weekend adventure
annoyed with inner monologue
annoyed with book
ooo. . . new book!!! happiness
ooo another new book
slept
ate
drool creeping out of the corner of my mouth woke me from a nap--rudely torn away from interesting dreams
watched more trashy tv in spanish
talked to my sister
talked to erica
missed earlham people
bought granola making ingredients
made granola
showered
cursed
etc
etc
etc can't think of anything else worth noting, wait none of this is worth noting ah well

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Sat, 31 May 2003 21:23:28 GMT

"she can't communicate with anyone
(except with time, except with the night, except with oblivion, except with mongrels and parrots, except with the papayas she touches in the market and the coyotes that visit her at dawn, except with the dreams she can't tell anyone, except with the immense reserve of that which is not spoken today so it can be said tomorrow)"
also from the crystal frontier by carlos fuentes. if you read the book, read especially the chapter entitled the line of oblivion. it is amazing.

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Sat, 31 May 2003 21:19:34 GMT

oops fuentes

rosenberglk@yahoo.com — Sat, 31 May 2003 21:19:07 GMT

"what are you carrying in your saddlebags?"
"writing"
"political stuff?"
"all writing is political"
"so it's subversive"
"all writing is subversive"
"what are you talking about?"
"about the fact that lack of communication is a bitch. that anyone who can't communicate feels inferior. that keeping silent will screw you up." from: the crystal frontier by carlos funetes