Like many of you, I plan on going home for Spring Break. Unlike many of you, my home is in Florida. I've got a flight to catch out of La Guardia at 2:55pm on Friday, but before I can get to that, I've got to find a way to get to New York City. The surest bet seems like a train, but I'd have to catch one fairly early on Friday morning in order for ( Read more... )

Help! My lungular tubes have been dishonorably invaded by a gang of irritating microbial jerkanisms. They make me wheeze and cough and clear my throatial area with repugnant sounds that attract unwanted attention. I guess this makes me as sick as everyone else on campus. I really hope leprosy never gets a foothold here. Wash your hands, Tewksbury ( Read more... )

According to Loyal there was a party rocking in the Village at which my presence was desired. Sorry, friends, but I was hanging out with Tim Curry and Hank Azaria. And David Hyde Pierce was there, too. And lots of pretty women. And a giant illuminated Star of David. And Tim the Enchanter.

SPAMALOT

It is a very silly show.

Earlier this evening I ascended the stairs to the third floor of Hopson, an old stone faculty building with a funktronic metal fountain in front. I was there to slip an essay on torture under a professor's door. On a small, dark wooden table in the hallway was three dollars cash, American, and a message written in chalk, "TAKE IF YOU DARE." Some ( Read more... )

The weather has been particularly pleasant lately, only snapping its cold wet towel on my ass with an infrequency which keeps things interesting. Some freshmen constructed a packed-snow igloo behind the new toaster dorms, and I spent several hours this weekend occupying it with two gentlemen from Cruger named Matthias and Joshua, whose kindness was ( Read more... )

The opening sequence of the wild, grotesquely marvelous 1988 animated film Akira features an enormous, desolate crater gouged into the earth where Tokyo once stood. It is a barren hole accessible from the sprawling and chaotic neon megacity of Neo Tokyo by a few tangential, untrafficked highways. It is around the crater that the city's excreta ( Read more... )

There was a wide patch of ice on the path to the campus center which claimed me and a number of friends, and undoubtedly some strangers. All I wanted was to check my mail, and instead I got a stunning impact to the base of my skull which rendered me incapable of speech for several long seconds, in addition to some tenderized arm-meat. Oh, but ( Read more... )

The other day I was stirred from my slumber at two thirty in the afternoon by a call from the campus post office. This will seem strange to you for two reasons, one being that the post offices usually don't call. The second is that this call in the mid afternoon (one could argue late afternoon due to the seasonal sunset) woke me from my sleep. Due ( Read more... )

I gave Mirah Yom Tov Zeitlyn a flower and she smiled at me.

I am back at Bard. I've taken surprisingly little back with my from the summer. There are some digital photographs of my niece Maya puffing into a harmonica, the harmonica itself, a few neuroses, and a small, plastic toy terrier I found on a beach after a stranger's wedding. I also have a very, very slight tan. And despite working retail all summer ( Read more... )