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Black Dog singlalong in the Huge Rats van. That's how I knew I was back. Went to Punk Bowl at Memory Lanes, like a couple weeks ago, got hammered, rode in the van sitting on the floor between the two front seats, with loads of gear and my bike. Just like the good old days, but more legal ( Read more... )

Yesterday makes a very good bid for 'craziest day of my life so far day.' Started off normal enough, packing, being bummed that it wasn't hot. Then went and smoked with Nick, went shopping high with Shakira, who bought me a dress AND a pretty silk top from TOPSHOP! Just cause! Yay! Then Jane and Rachel and Ed and Jim took me and Andrew out for ( Read more... )

Is a book sitting next to me, edited by my tutor's dead husband. But it does have some pertinance. Cause: I'M GETTING REALLY EXCITED TO COME HOME!!! No more of this tentative wishy-washy shit (although I will still obviously miss folks just as much -- I've just started accepting it). I've just been dreaming and dreaming of everything that's ( Read more... )

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Well, after being mildly irked at my ma for pressuring me about grad school and generally stressing me out, I decided the reasonable thing to do would be to at least check out some options. The scary part is that I found something I really, really want to do, and think I may potentially be able to realize. There's a program at NYU's Insitute of ( Read more... )

I feel like my brain is in meltdown mode. 4th week man, I tell ya. Almost 5th week. Counting down....to ( Read more... )

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I gave myself a dehydration-induced sunstroke. I actually thought I was dying for a bit. I thought I was having a brain aneurism. Sitting in the library I was seeing light spots swimming all around my vision, and I couldn't read the words. Then I blindly dragged myself to Jane's room. All I remember is her saying I was completely sheet-white, ( Read more... )

Book I of Ovid’s Metamorphoses begins not ‘in medias res,’ but at the beginning of time itself, with a very distinct purpose, which echoes the theme and concept behind the poem as a whole. In the opening proem, Ovid declares that he will ‘spin a thread’ from the world’s beginning to his own lifetime, illustrated through metamorphoses, which are ( Read more... )