jumbled memories of 1st quarter
I'm excited about my classes. I got dropped from them all so I've been crashing what I can. Social change in China--no GEs or anyhting, but at least I'll learn a little something about the rest of the world, finally.
Ways of knowing I got into, yay; the reading is already good and the topics are just great. this is vague, its late. point is its good. im not gonna get anywhere, well, ill be fulfilling one GE, B is a dick with no conscience so I dont get to take any art classes but eh...
Anthropology of performance, hmmm. im not a performer. not an anthropologist. i sit in that room and feel like the wacko artist kid. how can you not know about improv dancing? as long as there's no music, no beat, no guide, and you're not doing specific moves from ballet or jazz or tribal (etc) traditions, and you're just waving your arms and spinning while you walk across the piazza or down the street, you're not fucking going by any kind of guide at all besides what your body thinks will feel good. ai ai ai, those theater kids. those historians; not everything is science, but you have to experiment and be out there to discover those things. its a little stifling being in a semi-creative class with only semi-creative people. maybe its a cocky point of view; maybe they don't know what's up and that's just undeniable. i don't know all of what's up of course either, but god they're behind in life, even with their "successful", "respectable", closer to money-making than art, anthropology degrees.
it's gotten to the point, now that one quarter is done and very separate from the present (because of vacation and the new year), at which my memories of a certain phase have all jumbled together. I tried to remember what happened before such and such happened, which came just before failing to dance to the rapture in dylan's room at 5 (i think it was around 4:20 am that we smoked but i just dont know -- that's my point; that could have been any of several other nights) because we were too fucking blazed. phase two that night ended that way, but i dont remember when phase two started or why because i don't know what phase one was. i tried to figure it out with dylan and jon, but we know jon wasn't there (for phase two anyway). so confusing. this happens at the end of every mini-era. last january i remember all of the fall being mixed up. i guess its good news that i have so much to confuse, it means i had a good time. maybe i'll figure it out. i doubt that i documented it on this cyber journal, but who knows? only the cyber spirit. i know my spirit don't know.
ciao ciao buona notte
i have a class to crash in the morning but i dont know what it is. hopefully i get up in time for it though. soo much reading -- i really have to stay on track -- so much for taking non-reading-intensive classes. if only money weren't so important to my education I wouldn't have gotten fucked over by the system (paid late, never got the bill in the first place...fucking regents.)
Ways of knowing I got into, yay; the reading is already good and the topics are just great. this is vague, its late. point is its good. im not gonna get anywhere, well, ill be fulfilling one GE, B is a dick with no conscience so I dont get to take any art classes but eh...
Anthropology of performance, hmmm. im not a performer. not an anthropologist. i sit in that room and feel like the wacko artist kid. how can you not know about improv dancing? as long as there's no music, no beat, no guide, and you're not doing specific moves from ballet or jazz or tribal (etc) traditions, and you're just waving your arms and spinning while you walk across the piazza or down the street, you're not fucking going by any kind of guide at all besides what your body thinks will feel good. ai ai ai, those theater kids. those historians; not everything is science, but you have to experiment and be out there to discover those things. its a little stifling being in a semi-creative class with only semi-creative people. maybe its a cocky point of view; maybe they don't know what's up and that's just undeniable. i don't know all of what's up of course either, but god they're behind in life, even with their "successful", "respectable", closer to money-making than art, anthropology degrees.
it's gotten to the point, now that one quarter is done and very separate from the present (because of vacation and the new year), at which my memories of a certain phase have all jumbled together. I tried to remember what happened before such and such happened, which came just before failing to dance to the rapture in dylan's room at 5 (i think it was around 4:20 am that we smoked but i just dont know -- that's my point; that could have been any of several other nights) because we were too fucking blazed. phase two that night ended that way, but i dont remember when phase two started or why because i don't know what phase one was. i tried to figure it out with dylan and jon, but we know jon wasn't there (for phase two anyway). so confusing. this happens at the end of every mini-era. last january i remember all of the fall being mixed up. i guess its good news that i have so much to confuse, it means i had a good time. maybe i'll figure it out. i doubt that i documented it on this cyber journal, but who knows? only the cyber spirit. i know my spirit don't know.
ciao ciao buona notte
i have a class to crash in the morning but i dont know what it is. hopefully i get up in time for it though. soo much reading -- i really have to stay on track -- so much for taking non-reading-intensive classes. if only money weren't so important to my education I wouldn't have gotten fucked over by the system (paid late, never got the bill in the first place...fucking regents.)