Catherine E. Morrison

Contrary to popular belief, I do have a life outside of following the exploits of Sean Gullette. In this alleged "life" I do things like...well...follow RADIOHEAD.

Being an invariate radiohead promoter, I will now suggest that you visit either the official site (note: as of a few weeks ago I would not have suggested this, thanks to the fact that the site was a maelstrom of thoughts and pictures that only a Radiohead fan would appreciate and if you were a radiohead fan, I wouldn't have to tell you to go. Currently, it is much more user-friendly...unfortunately) or, if you want ACTUAL information, check the new and improved Green Plastic Radiohead which recently merged with the impossibly good injektilo*.

This is also a good place to insert more information about Nothing to Fear. There are preliminary plans right now to make this an independent activism organization...while we want to continue using birthdays and the like to promote social awareness, we want to provide chances for people to act on other occasions as well. It's early yet for any real speculation as to the success of the organization, but Sarah Jane, Gabi and I have all committed to the long haul. Currently, we're raising money for Jubilee 2000, Amnesty International, UNICEF, Milarepa and War Child under Thom Yorke's name (as I said earlier, it was botched on MTV news). Future plans are for volunteer drives for Jonny Greenwood's birthday and food donation for Melanie, Stanley Donwood and the guys at w.a.s.t.e. at Christmas.

What other useless facts might you want to know? Well, I am an employee for Caliber Associates, a consulting firm offering evaluation services for both governmental and private organizations. That being said, I should now admit that I worked in the library. (An interesting story: when I was there over the summer [they just keep me on the payroll and I come in and work whenever I can] the IS people did all my computer account stuff but they neglected to input my name. So while every other of the 250-odd Caliber employees turned on their computers and were greeted with the appropriate Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening yournamehere, I got Good Morning *unknown*. This consequently goes a long way to explaining why I'm a socialist)

Socialism! That's a good topic! I'm one of the newly converted, so excuse me if I seem a bit dogmatic. I have just been sickened by the Democratic party's headlong slide towards the center. So I just shifted left a bit, and am a member of the James Madison University Young Democratic Socialists where my big pet peeve is NetAid (charitable idea or neocolonialism? Watch out, I can go all day on this)

Which brings me nicely to my next topic...James Madison University. I hate to have to say this, but if you are a fairly intelligent person, JMU is not for you. They are well-meaning, kind, suited to support students, and not academic at all. I wanted competition, I wanted scholarship, but thanks to being a lazy-ass I got Feelgood University. I'm working on transferring.

In the interim, I'm a collegiate debater for their actually extremely gifted debate team and a long-distance coach for my alma mater, Woodson High School...la citta dolente.

That's about it...I read a lot, I'm working on an English major, with a possible minor in economics (I know, a socialist economist doesn't seem right but it's in the difference between normative and positive thought) and enjoy writing and scaring my roommates in my spare time (currently I'm blasting "Urlicht/Primal Light," Mahler as arranged by jazz musician Uri Caine to counter all the god damned Dave Matthews I've had to put up with). I should like to add though, that I am not nearly as abrasive in person as I worry I'm coming off here. It's early in the morning and I just had REALLY bad grapefruit juice.

I don't have any good pictures of myself to put up, but I do have a really good one of my dogs:

• First of all, I kind of have to explain my living situation. I'm in a double occupancy room with two other people because good ol' JMU overbooked. So, imagine if you will a bed lofted with a desk and drawers DIRECTLY underneath it. This means that I'm in a little cave of sorts right now, with the bed about six inches above my head as I write this. So when I refer to things "above" me, they're taped to the bottom of the bed (or the ceiling of my cave).


• MLA handbook
  
• Meeting People is Easy and Pi DVDs
  
• 3 empty grapefruit juice bottles
  
• Sticker of Princess Leia I took from a friend of mine while her back was turned.
  
• One very large speaker from my very large stereo
  
• 3 CDs...ok computer, The Clash's Combat Rock, and the Run Lola Run soundtrack.
  
• Tombstone shaped Halloween lights intertwined with red lip-shaped lights
  
• Smiling happy Buddha
  
• The Tick
  
• Currently steaming mug of orange herbal tea
  
• Old econ practice exam, graded art history and english papers
  
• Amnesty International 1999 Human Rights reports for Syria, Cuba, Iran, Iraq, North Korea, and that old hypocrite--the U.S.
• Above me: T. S. Eliot's The Hollow Men, Archibald MacLeish's Ars Poetica, quote by Thom Yorke ("I'm not afraid of being taken over by computers...because they're completely defenseless. All we need are more people with hammers") pictures of Steve "the Crocodile Hunter" Irwin from the Richmond Times, photographs circa 1940 of people I don't know sent to me by the same friend who previously owned the Princess Leia sticker, email from Sean, response from Thom about Nothing to Fear (my organization, not the song) from the message board.
  
  

  okay. done. if you didn't like it, remember you came of your own free will. Questions, comments and complaints always welcome.

  Let's get the fuck off THIS page

  home
  climbing up the walls
  musty stacks of books
  paths straying from the middle
  crowds gathering