we're almost done with the first quarter and it feels like we have a little bit of breathing room for the first time. we get the whole thanksgiving week off, then come back to write three final papers and have one more week of class, then a couple weeks for christmas. i can't wait until december. but right now is ok too. we turned in the last ( Read more... )

i haven't written anything forever. grad school is a beast, it turns out. we have 1500 pages a week of journal articles that we could be called on randomly to draw out on the board in front of everyone and writing assignments start this week. !!!! ah! life has simplified down and it's good and bad and mostly good i think. i find myself wishing ( Read more... )

a while back i read an article about a group of guantanamo detainees that were captured in afghanistan and held indefinitely without trial. what was weird was that they were from a muslim area of china and not likely to be involved with warlords or the taliban, but because china refused to take them back, they effectively were stripped of their ( Read more... )

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‘who doesn’t like to be a center for concern? a kind of second childhood falls on so many men. they trade their violence for the promise of a small increase in life span. in effect, the head of the house becomes the youngest child. and I have searched myself for this possibility with a kind of horror. for I have always lived violently, drunk ( Read more... )

moving to san diego this summer sometime. maybe central america first?

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inside it was dark, but I left the lights off, brushed my teeth in the small rusting sink and fell into the far left side of the bed near the alarm clock and lamp where I used to read late into the night while she slept with her back to me. it was an image which still burned in its permanence, in its unwavering simplicity and durability, now cast ( Read more... )

and as silence closed on our conversations I found a lonely place I’d imagined to meet you, a quiet sanctuary to breathe the rhythm of your footsteps in cold, dark air as you again stepped away from me. this is the place I still wait for you, begging to deserve the things I have always wanted from life, but never asking myself ( Read more... )