Heath Ledger died today, of what looks to have been an accidental overdose.
The tragedy of that alone is shocking and saddening, and it is difficult to consider. He was six years older than me, and a fine and hard-working artist, for whom I had a great deal of respect and admiration.
And his death emphasized in my mind the struggle of mortality. The ( Read more... )

I've been kind of following the writers' strike, for two reasons: 1) My mom was the president of her local teachers' union in the '90's, and so I grew up with an appreciation that unions were important and meant something, and because 2) I'm kind of a writer myself, and assuming I'll eventually succeed in a career as a writer, it's good to ( Read more... )

I called Lauren at two in the morning last night, kind of desperate to talk to someone about the way I feel.

I read Chekhov's Misery yesterday (which was my de facto first day of classes, and went well), and was taken by the entire story, to be sure, but particularly stricken by this:
Iona looks to see the effect produced by his words, but he sees ( Read more... )

It's been an emotional month.

Last night, in dream, I sat at a table with Josh Province. And when--during conversation--I remembered that he was dead, I paused, wondering what would be the most polite way to ask him how, if he was really dead, he could be sitting there, eating pizza with me and everyone else right then.

I feel like that's the perfect frame for describing the ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning with a nasty sore throat.

My only real bit of homework last night was to write a one-pager about what I think poetry is. Mikey and I watched the Bears v. Colts game on ESPNHD, and I learned about the difference between indicas and sativas--violently... and for about an hour.

So I ended up writing my one-pager during the monster ( Read more... )

Class is over for today. So far, not bad. Except the Green and Blue routes have been changed a little, and I didn't know that. Had to walk across Cook Field and down Western Drive to get to Boyd. It was hot. Like, you could actually feel the air on you. That was shitty ( Read more... )

It was Lauren's birthday. When I called her to see what she was doing tonight, I found out from her that Josh Province died last night.

In 6th grade, he moved to Cortland with the rest of his family. At the time, I was the only guy in our grade with long hair, and I thought it was pretty cool, but when he got there, I instantly noticed that his long ( Read more... )