Utentenivcharayahel

My library bears the marks of having been an undergraduate student of French literature, a graduate student of English literature, an instructor of writing, a longtime foodie, and a convert to Judaism.

Oh, and there's some porn as well.

Evil Bitch. Rosy-Fingered Dawn. Mouthy Jewish Lady. Goddess of Stage Management (Ret.). All of these have, at one time or another, been epithets for nivcharayahel.

Okay. Not the Rosy-Fingered Dawn one, which was clearly ripped off from Homer--although now that I think about it, that would make a fabulous title for a Dawnfic, once I finish the others I've got started.

Where was I?

Ah, yes. I am nivcharayahel (Not, obviously, my daily-life name, although it is more than virtual.). I am a recovering academic, a dilettantish writer, quite the raconteuse with my close friends, but one who hangs about on LiveJournal and on message boards and (rarely) contributes. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, the fictional universe(s) of Joss Whedon, the œuvre of Anthony Head, Brad Whitford's hair, and anything written by Aaron Sorkin. And also Victorian sensation fiction (particularly Mary Elizabeth Braddon's Lady Audley's Secret). (And parentheticals. Did I mention the parentheticals? You'll be seeing a lot of these, for as my friend percival_b says, "Parentheticals are coolness. Life is all about qualifications and clarifications and obfuscations and..." She is always right about these things.)

I dislike stupid people (that means most people related to me, people on the road, people in grocery stores, people running cubicle farms, and some people in public school classrooms), misogyny, pretension (though snobbery is okay), religious fundamentalism (see above re: stupid people), and spam in any form except the Monty Python sketch. I'm not entirely fond of high school freshmen, although I remain hopeful that they will grow out of it.

My dream career has always been that of society wit, although I have noticed an alarming trend of alcoholism, imprisonment, and suicidal ideations among those few who have made this their calling (Dorothy Parker. Oscar Wilde.). Plus, as Joss Whedon says, "You also have to be a genius, which I forgot to do." So, in the meantime, I do temp work and substitute teach, and I hang out in coffee shops with my friends and complain about the state of the world.

I love my family (Yes, I love and dislike them. I'm confusing that way.), my sister (Whom, in a class apart from the rest of my family, I do not dislike.), my friends, and my cat. I show this love by being needy and antagonistic, but also loyal and giving.

I hate the criticism of Harold Bloom, and also hate the current Bush administration. I fear heights, objects lobbed in my direction, and I am easily startled. I do not understand the popularity of "reality" television, most of the writings of Derrida, or why the Democratic Party can't seem to produce a really powerful candidate for president (I do have my theories about that last, however.).

I have a rich and fulfilling inner life. Getting my outer life to match it is another story.