Until I got my grades, I was too apprehensive to do any posting here, and in the week since I've been trying to pull my spirits back up. Maybe I'll wax on about the semester and its consequences in the next couple days. Meanwhile, the year finishes with some sadnesses, and the dread, sometimes not so mild, of sadnesses to come ( Read more... )

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As a preemptive purchase, Rick picked this up for me on Thursday because he knew I'd nab a copy as soon as I saw one:


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My history final today was grueling, mainly because I was far less prepared than I needed to be given the sophomore-level spit back every fucking fact you ever learned aspect of the exam. For which I'm way out of practice. Which certainly required more effort and motivation than I was able to muster this term. The final for SPAN 102 is Monday ( Read more... )

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The semester clock ticks away and I have toil to do yet, yet I taste the freedom of winter break and the end of the term, the end of this term, and I feel anxiously eager and eagerly anxious ( Read more... )

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As I did one year ago, I remember those I have personally known who have died from the disease in commemoration of World AIDS Day:

John Brooks (1941-1993), my 7th grade counselor at Longfellow Junior High; he surprised me when I encountered him on a barstool at the State Bar during one of my first visits there.
Mark Chittle (1951-1994), son of ( Read more... )

Last night, opting to go outside to the Diag instead of going through the walkway connecting the two buildings, I was between the Grad Library and the Undergrad Library when a clean-cut middle-ager dude whipped a folder pamphlet toward me. I spotted the tell-tale cross on the pamphlet, my mind quickly sized-up his neck tie and his intent, and ( Read more... )

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I have been accepted into the History Honors Program ( Read more... )

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Ever since I saw the White Stripes singing Dolly Parton's "Jolene" last year on Late Show with Conan O'Brien, I've been hunting for a CD with it. Now I have one, a European (presumably bootleg) compilation of their B sides plus some early radio and TV appearances. As het as Jack White (presumably) is, I relish the hell out of his heartfelt ( Read more... )

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So today marks one year since I took the leap and started my timzloff LiveJournal as an adjunct to my penned journal that I've been keeping since August 4, 1980. The principle motivation was from reading such LJ diarists as devon, kreie, mccullen, superjuicebox, and upsidedownblue who all took part in a public sharing of LGBTQ diaries, journals, and blogs at the University of Michigan last year ( Read more... )