she took the midnight train going anywhere
sore muscles and a shaved head. both the result of my attempts to pull myself together, and it seems to be working to a certain extent. cutting off all of my hair is one of the best things i've done for myself in a long time. i feel much more comfortable in my body, and showering is oh so easy. i feel some release from the past, from having to constantly worry about things that were never actually important to me. i expected it to take a long time to get used to it, that i'd feel weird walking around campus for a while, and that i'd jump every time i caught myself in the mirror. not so. it has been a very smooth transition.
working out a lot has made me happier and healthier overall, though i retain a certain philosophical opposition to the whole thing. there's something so disgusting about people trudging away inside on those artificial labor machines, isn't there? what a terrible waste of the sacred physical human capacity to move and create, what a mindless insult to those who actually have to labor for their livelihood. playing a sport isn't quite as offensive; there's interaction, form, competition. even just running around outside is better; at least you're using those muscles to move your body. until softball starts and until i'm at sea (haha. note to self, get that goddamn application in), this will just have to do.
i can feel spring creeping back this week. my greeks lecture is improving markedly. i have the luxury of spending two mornings a week discussing shakespeare with intelligent people, and two afternoons a week discussing nineteenth century novels with the most incredible man i've ever met and students who are all smarter than me. sarah lawrence is expanding their classics department. these are all things i need to keep in mind.
working out a lot has made me happier and healthier overall, though i retain a certain philosophical opposition to the whole thing. there's something so disgusting about people trudging away inside on those artificial labor machines, isn't there? what a terrible waste of the sacred physical human capacity to move and create, what a mindless insult to those who actually have to labor for their livelihood. playing a sport isn't quite as offensive; there's interaction, form, competition. even just running around outside is better; at least you're using those muscles to move your body. until softball starts and until i'm at sea (haha. note to self, get that goddamn application in), this will just have to do.
i can feel spring creeping back this week. my greeks lecture is improving markedly. i have the luxury of spending two mornings a week discussing shakespeare with intelligent people, and two afternoons a week discussing nineteenth century novels with the most incredible man i've ever met and students who are all smarter than me. sarah lawrence is expanding their classics department. these are all things i need to keep in mind.