Middle English Arrrgh
Because I am an elitist asshole, I've come to the conclusion that this "NaNoWriMo" thing is the stupidest idea ever. What is the point of writing a novel if it sucks? It's like doing a marathon without any training--you look like shit as you're doing it, you resort to crawling at mile 20, and then you puke all over everything after crossing the finish line. It strikes me that many of the same people who enjoy writing "fanfiction" would also participate in NaNoWriMo (the name alone makes me think of 13 year old pale anime kids wearing ski hats with those little ears attached) and I don't think they should have more motivation for turning out recycled shit. I guess a nicer way of saying this is that I worry about the devaluation of words.
I've also been thinking about evangelical Christianity and how it's a kind of solace for mediocre people who don't want to work to make their lives more meaningful. In this light, I think it's even scarier how evangelical churches are the most rapidly growing in the world. Fuck.
Anyway, I just got an email from my future roommate who's leaving Cochabamba (the city in Bolivia where she's studying right now) on Wednesday and going on a protest march with Amazonian indigenous people from Santa Cruz to La Paz in order to demand more representation under the new Bolivian constitution. My other (now ex) future roommate emailed me last week to say that she's staying for the rest of the year in Cairo because she doesn't want to stop tutoring refugee kids and writing for an anti-government newspaper. Thus, the question is "what am I doing in Evanston being lame and writing a shitty paper on the Canterbury Tales?" My mom would say that the answer is "you have so much time to do those things after you get your degree." I would say "whine whine whine why isn't my life more exciting."
Although the sunset was really pretty tonight, and I got to go hiking yesterday at Kettle Moraine in Wisconsin which was fun. And I went to the ballet (Swan Lake) on Saturday with Jangir and the Russian Club which was gorgeous. I'm thinking of either going to Iowa City or to Northfield to visit Meg this weekend because Ari is going to be gone for 10 days playing celtic cello gigs in the Pacific Northwest and I will be lonely. Yeah.
I've also been thinking about evangelical Christianity and how it's a kind of solace for mediocre people who don't want to work to make their lives more meaningful. In this light, I think it's even scarier how evangelical churches are the most rapidly growing in the world. Fuck.
Anyway, I just got an email from my future roommate who's leaving Cochabamba (the city in Bolivia where she's studying right now) on Wednesday and going on a protest march with Amazonian indigenous people from Santa Cruz to La Paz in order to demand more representation under the new Bolivian constitution. My other (now ex) future roommate emailed me last week to say that she's staying for the rest of the year in Cairo because she doesn't want to stop tutoring refugee kids and writing for an anti-government newspaper. Thus, the question is "what am I doing in Evanston being lame and writing a shitty paper on the Canterbury Tales?" My mom would say that the answer is "you have so much time to do those things after you get your degree." I would say "whine whine whine why isn't my life more exciting."
Although the sunset was really pretty tonight, and I got to go hiking yesterday at Kettle Moraine in Wisconsin which was fun. And I went to the ballet (Swan Lake) on Saturday with Jangir and the Russian Club which was gorgeous. I'm thinking of either going to Iowa City or to Northfield to visit Meg this weekend because Ari is going to be gone for 10 days playing celtic cello gigs in the Pacific Northwest and I will be lonely. Yeah.