Hey, remember me ( Read more... )

As of tomorrow, it's been a week since moving to Chicago. I'm becoming less scared of our neighborhood, although the fact that U of C keeps sending Joel grim emails about not walking alone after dark doesn't help. He starts classes on Monday and I'm more than a little jealous, since I'm absorbed in finding an adult sort of job (read: no more cafes ( Read more... )

Although I'm now a college grad, summer still appears to be a space of relentlessly wasted time.


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I have a B.A. now

I also have a sunburn

All my possessions are in a van heading for New Hampshire, and I'm not quite sure when I'll be following them. I'm spending tonight in my naked bedroom, lulling this year's ghosts to sleep.

I'm enjoying dawdling (in a peculiar sort of way) over my last undergrad paper. Who knows when I'll be asked to do something like this again? With this also comes the feeling that I have the right to be done with all classwork, and to begin obsessing over finding a job in Chicago. (Emily, I want to work in their library, with the archives ( Read more... )

Somehow choosing to address the problem of some jerk talking on a cellphone in the library by starting a much louder argument with him about it seems to rather miss the point.

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From my list of things which would entertain me and are unlikely to occur (it isn't really a list, but one day I'll start writing these things down ( Read more... )

They're all going away

Jean Baudrillard, 1929-2007

Evidently death does not cease to exist, as with the rest of reality.

I'm also forming the thesis that the deaths of deconstructionists causes bees to vanish.

Of course, it could also be Communists, but my money's on the French.

Lately I've become more familiar with incredibly obvious "I'm worrying about something" dreams ( Read more... )