|
|
january 19, 2001.I love Fridays. Even though I don't do anything interesting with my weekends anymore, it's still fun to sit & surf through Harry Potter sites for hours while listening to My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult and know that I don't immediately have to get to my homework. Mind you, I'm still hoping to get something done tonight…it's just nice not to have to get to it right away in order keep my bedtime sensible. Even the class I have on Friday morning is cool. There's something very satisfying about a class in which the professor is so open and accepting and creative that she can put a positive & interesting spin on just about anything. I've crossed some sort of invisible barrier with my English/Reading professor: today I was listening to her quote MacLuan off the top of her head and I thought simply 'I love her.' Which is very cool. I loved my European history professor last year, but it was like loving Rick Mercer or loving Leonard Cohen - because I was lectured to in a large auditorium, I was watching a performance. I was so far away from the lectern that I couldn't even provide non-verbal feedback. This is better. It was also cool that I had a chance to talk to the Anti-Stephen on break. One of the things I enjoy about him is that like his evil goatee-wearing namesake, I can just say something out of the blue and have a thoughtful conversation from that point onward. Today it was Johnny Cash: I was standing outside the doors, breathing in great lungfuls of freezing air, watching the steam climb from a neighbouring building and smiling to myself. He approached the bottom of the steps, and I said something like, "do you know the Johnny Cash song 'When it's springtime in Alaska (it's forty below)'?" We started talking about vinyl, Bukowski & smoking. We're still not at the point of being friends, but even a good conversation is enough to get me through the day. Hell, I spent September without talking to anyone other than the Boy. This is going well.
Minutia
(Hey, look at that. I must think I'm a blog.)
toaster created with a font from lindkvist. the star was created with a font from blue vinyl. i'm an invertate borrower. |
|
I promised a Sea Monkeys update, didn't I? They seem to be as tiny as ever, although the Boy insists that they're thriving. Who can tell? Frankly, keeping a jar of live shrimp in the house makes me vaguely queasy.
