I am drinking instant coffee and reading a psycho-analytic manifesto on racialization theory published in 1952. My right leg has temporarily gone to sleep.
Two weeks ago I awoke to bowling shoes at the foot of my bed.
On Tuesday I saw the Dalai Lama.
Tomorrow I invoke my African roots and tie a mattress to the roof of my car.
Next week, the investigation of two more writing gigs and pursuit of more meaningful blogging.
I still can't believe I willingly enrolled in a three hour seminar on a Friday afternoon.
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WHY ARE YOU DRINKING INSTANT COFFEE WHEN WE HAVE A PERFECTLY GOOD FRENCH PRESS!
ReplyDeleteGood editorial on the Dalai Lama sums up my opinion: http://ubyssey.ca/ideas/?p=8753
you forgot that in oooohhh 8 months we're going to be together, bombing around france (what are your thoughts on illegal camp counselling in spain? good thing to do when you graduate ;)... IE THIS SUMMER FOR YOU AND ME)
ReplyDeleteThose three hours could be spent drinking liquor.
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