spent a day home happily and quietly online and this is the first time after a long, long while of perpectually biking to uni for internet connection.
my housemate went on a one-day trip to london for visa application and so the usual internet-router-goes-to-her-since-i've-got-my-own-office-on-campus-and-she-doesn't deal stircken in early september temporarily stop taking effects for roughly ten hours.
it's just been blissful with a mug of tea, my dear laptop and haraway's 'situated knowledge'.
in between the reading haraway and doing my viusal essay in relation to the article, some people rang the doorbell and banged on the door. as i was seriously wondering who it is, i heard 'trick or treat' while opening the door cautiously. oh gees. my first reaction was 'this is not the states, why does it always have to be the american way'? i thought british people didn't celebrate halloween: my british housemate always says she just doesn't get halloween.
'uh, uh. no candies. sorry.' i looked at them and wondered if they would assume i didn't speak english.
'would you like some tricks then?' asked a boy-monster.
'maybe not.' i grinned and closed the door after their deep sighs. (in response to the boy's questions, i seriously thought to myself: uh, excuse me, but i think i am just taller and stronger than you are. -_-;)
yeah i am quite cold and indifferent to this once-a-year children's community acitivity. i opened the door three times having pretty much the same conversations.
. . . but honestly i did get a bit scared when a couple of boys with ugly monster masks appeared outside of the door speechless. without the shout of 'trick or treat', i was momentarily left confused why i would see such an image. i mean, who would expect to see horrid non-human faces in front of you having just finished a sentence like 'gender is a field of structured and structuring difference'?
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