Home

kate_diamond

Recent Entries

kate_diamond

View

Advertisement

July 3rd, 2006

I don't expect much blog traffic here. Mainly, I keep a Livejournal so that Trifle can put me on her friends list and I can read all the secure entries making fun of her students. (Really, it's a tragedy that the "Susan B." poem isn't open to public consumption. Trifle, if you're listening, I think you had the next Seamus Heaney on your hands!)

If you want the real goods, visit my website at
Damned Scribbling Women.

And yet, because I recently e-stalked some Livejournals belonging to friends from Brown, I feel it necessary to explain the name. That's right. "Kate Diamond" isn't my real name. It's the psuedonym I'll use when I publish trashy, sex-laden romance novels. Why publish under an assumed identity? Rest assured, it's not shame. It's just that my writing career will neatly coincide with my teaching career--and I certainly don't want some zealous Republican parent accusing me of teaching a sex-crazed version of
Huck Finn.

Those of you who know me can deduce the derivation of the first name. As for the last, "Diamond" is my grandmother's maiden name, and sounds sufficiently romance-esque. It was either that or my porn-star name (first pet + street where I grew up). Somehow, though, I didn't want any work I've done to be published under the moniker "Ninny Yorkshire."  

May 31st, 2006

Everyone I know seems to be getting engaged, and it seems worth commenting upon. (As a bystander, I'm secure in the fact that it's more fun to watch a wedding unfold than it is to actually plan one...)

Tammy and Ahmad: Ahmad earned my eternal devotion by proposing to my childhood friend right before Christmas Break. When asked later, he confirmed that he had, in fact, planned it this way so that Tammy and I could enjoy the initial rush of
dress-shopping together. Godo man. Good times. My favorite quote had to be Tammy, talking about her engagement ring, "It makes it so hard to stick my hand in my pants!" Of course, she meant "pocket," but that's not nearly as interesting.

Parag and Nisha: Parag is one of my best friends. We met in college, but he's not "a college buddy." He's uniquely himself...  after all, who but Parag would show me a cadaver, or describe making surgical cuts while I’m trying to eat spaghetti? This guy finally met his match in Nisha; they've been dating since our senior year at Brown. Parag wins the award for the ultimate proposal. Ever. No one will ever top this. Check out the link "Proposal 10.1.05" on their
wedding website if you don't believe me.  

Riley and Raluca: Okay, so Parag wins for the ultimate proposal, but Riley might be a close runner-up. I just got his email today (prompting this post, actually) so details will have to wait. All I know is that popping the question involved a deserted Romanian mountain top and clouds parting Hollywood-style when Riley dropped to one knee.  

Shannon and Bru: I met Shannon during my MIT program... and the woman managed to plan a wedding while simultaneously finishing grad school. The event comes off in July, and I bow down to her multi-tasking abilities. In the mean time, Shannon ("almost albino") and Bru ("Puerto-Greekan") engage in loving conversations about their future lives together. 
          SHANNON: I'm so excited our kids will tan.
          BRU: Yeah, if you @*!k that up I'll be pissed.  

Jacob and Claire: This one's fun because I'm encountering the wedding from the groom's perspective. This leads to such delightful quotes as, "Are we reporting on the state of the wedding to Congress?" Apparently, during the selection of stationary his jaw was clenched for about an hour. Collectively, we have decided to refer to this time in Jacob's life as "The Era of the Jaw-Clenching."

Colleen and Danny: Colleen is my critique partner. Together, we maintain a frighteningly pink website entitled
Damned Scribbling Women. In her spare time, Colleen writes romance novels, plans her wedding, prepares for graduate school, and contributes to the New York Observer's Bridal Blog. She's a good friend... too bad she's so lazy...

Powered by LiveJournal.com