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I've realized over this break that I don't relax. I just get lazy. What this means, basically, is that during a span of time like this one, what concerns I have don't really get reduced; I'm simply less productive, my means of dealing with them less effective. With that said, the past week has been pretty nice. Not too many concerns to speak of, and enough to keep me busy but nowhere near enough to overwhelm. About as relaxing as something for someone who doesn't relax can be. One downside: I've done a pretty bad job of taking advantage of food that doesn't come from the LDC. My sleeping habits have led me to a Sugarmanian eating pattern of about only one legitimate meal per day; it tends to be cereal before bed, cereal when I wake up, and then dinner four or five hours later. I am a manchild. Also, I'll be returning to campus with a large crayon recreation of Picasso's "Guernica".
I watched Goodnight, and Good Luck the other night, and while it wasn't particularly relevatory/life-changing/etc, it did serve as a reminder of a few things, much in the way Seymour Hersh's Chain of Command did a few months ago. There are a few things I can't help but romanticize, and the idea of the crusading journalist is one of them--that particular kind of integrity, the willingness to go out and get those fuckers, whomever said fuckers happen to be at the time. It seems like whenever I'm thinking seriously about life beyond college, or beyond grad school (or beyond THUNDERDOME), something always brings me back to journalism. As a means of reconciling what I'd like to do, what I expect to do, what my conscience or liberal guilt or similar forces might persuade me to do, what I'm capable of doing, what I'd be willing to fail at doing, I can't think of anything more appealing. Something I should probably try more earnestly to accumulate more experience in. I really wish The Carletonian wasn't so fucking lame.
P.S. Wilco played a two-encore show (!), and it was beautiful. "Shot in the Arm" was the only thing from Summerteeth, curiously, but plenty from the two most recent albums, and more from Being There than I ever would have expected. I was front and center, more or less, and couldn't really have asked for more.
I watched Goodnight, and Good Luck the other night, and while it wasn't particularly relevatory/life-changing/etc, it did serve as a reminder of a few things, much in the way Seymour Hersh's Chain of Command did a few months ago. There are a few things I can't help but romanticize, and the idea of the crusading journalist is one of them--that particular kind of integrity, the willingness to go out and get those fuckers, whomever said fuckers happen to be at the time. It seems like whenever I'm thinking seriously about life beyond college, or beyond grad school (or beyond THUNDERDOME), something always brings me back to journalism. As a means of reconciling what I'd like to do, what I expect to do, what my conscience or liberal guilt or similar forces might persuade me to do, what I'm capable of doing, what I'd be willing to fail at doing, I can't think of anything more appealing. Something I should probably try more earnestly to accumulate more experience in. I really wish The Carletonian wasn't so fucking lame.
P.S. Wilco played a two-encore show (!), and it was beautiful. "Shot in the Arm" was the only thing from Summerteeth, curiously, but plenty from the two most recent albums, and more from Being There than I ever would have expected. I was front and center, more or less, and couldn't really have asked for more.