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mmm, yes. So a set of revelations, I suppose, are in order.
It's nice to have friends that are not in college. Reminding us all of the fact that people are not bound by nonstop communication parties hanging out, but rather by good great conversation, real experiences, and taking time to make a drive out to Ballard or wherever to visit. Often I feel I haven't quite grasped that shift, that when you're no longer in the dorms, in classes with all of your good friends, friends aren't determined by how often you see them. It's a weird double life to lead. Not being used to seeing the people I call my greatest friends less than once a week, or in some cases once a month. But it is, as I try to make sense of it, the reality. I do have some great friends, and I would love to meet good old Francis at Bambino more often. Or eat lunch with Christina once a month. And know that no one would think of holding that against me with a - why don't you ever call me - cry.
Currently in the process of making a from __________ to ____________ mix. As in: from Texas to Ohio by Damien Jurado and Nashville to Kentucky by My Morning Jacket. It's a short list so far. And if you know of a good one. Let me know.
In other news. I want to be a cook. I made lasagna for 100 people, well I helped make it. And it was a lot of, hmmm, I've never made this before, let's try this. And then everyone loved it. On Tuesday's during february, that's what I'm doing for Tent City 3. Cooking them a hot meal. It's good to sit in such a setting. Eating good food, talking to real people, drinking too sweet lemonade.
It's funny how in vogue it has become to be anti-Tent City. While I understand the arguments - why can't we donate this money to people in our immediate community of Broadway and the Central District - or why doesn't the school always encourage this much action when it comes to homelessness and poverty - and the like, they just don't suggest anything real. Of course poverty surrounds us, but this opportunity allows us to see (for better or worse) some steps that can be taken while the government and other institutions work (or talk about working) on making the situation better. There are countless soup kitchens that SU participates in weekly; the issue of helping out the homeless is not new to campus. The people complaining about tent city, about reputation, about just wanting to look good, have just not spent time down there or with the homeless in general. In reality, it doesn't matter what you think about tent city, what matters is what people living there think of it. Do they like the community, the system, the way they pay their rent? Regardless of how the students at SU are involved, what they think about it, how much they would rather participate in non-systematic group of homeless services, and what they think about their reputation and their school’s reputation doesn’t really matter. With that, I guess, I optimistically hope that people go do something meaningful with their time. Doesn’t matter to me how or where they choose to be involved, but be involved.
James does not like cheesecake. If anyone wants to come to the house and eat it, it’s just sitting in the fridge.
I’m going to make a documentary film in Latin America. It will be a masterpiece. It will be about classes, education, gender and art in the twentieth century. Don’t call me ambitious.
Photography is hard. But this weekend, out to the coast, where I shall experience the environment of still before I photograph it. I am very excited. My professor for photography understands how I work as a creative person, and that really helps as I try to become a better photographer. She lets me be, and encourages me with wise words. It’s especially hard for me because I don’t know what I want my focus to be. I know that I love taking photos, but have not yet decided an overarching theme. Which I need to do, about 3 weeks ago. Nonetheless, I still enjoy it. And I like being able to say that I have to go camping for my class. Doesn’t get any better than that.
I like coupons.
Spent more hours at the U for my thesis project. Someone sent me an email: “good luck as the quarter winds down.” I’m thinking, my quarter hasn’t even started. I hope it’s not really supposed to be winding down already. I still have a portfolio to create and a good part of my thesis to write.
Anyway, watching a movie with some of my favorite boys on Sunday is the plan. I planned that plan way ahead of time. I have quite the initiative some days.
Away to pack and then tomorrow to the coast.
It's nice to have friends that are not in college. Reminding us all of the fact that people are not bound by nonstop communication parties hanging out, but rather by good great conversation, real experiences, and taking time to make a drive out to Ballard or wherever to visit. Often I feel I haven't quite grasped that shift, that when you're no longer in the dorms, in classes with all of your good friends, friends aren't determined by how often you see them. It's a weird double life to lead. Not being used to seeing the people I call my greatest friends less than once a week, or in some cases once a month. But it is, as I try to make sense of it, the reality. I do have some great friends, and I would love to meet good old Francis at Bambino more often. Or eat lunch with Christina once a month. And know that no one would think of holding that against me with a - why don't you ever call me - cry.
Currently in the process of making a from __________ to ____________ mix. As in: from Texas to Ohio by Damien Jurado and Nashville to Kentucky by My Morning Jacket. It's a short list so far. And if you know of a good one. Let me know.
In other news. I want to be a cook. I made lasagna for 100 people, well I helped make it. And it was a lot of, hmmm, I've never made this before, let's try this. And then everyone loved it. On Tuesday's during february, that's what I'm doing for Tent City 3. Cooking them a hot meal. It's good to sit in such a setting. Eating good food, talking to real people, drinking too sweet lemonade.
It's funny how in vogue it has become to be anti-Tent City. While I understand the arguments - why can't we donate this money to people in our immediate community of Broadway and the Central District - or why doesn't the school always encourage this much action when it comes to homelessness and poverty - and the like, they just don't suggest anything real. Of course poverty surrounds us, but this opportunity allows us to see (for better or worse) some steps that can be taken while the government and other institutions work (or talk about working) on making the situation better. There are countless soup kitchens that SU participates in weekly; the issue of helping out the homeless is not new to campus. The people complaining about tent city, about reputation, about just wanting to look good, have just not spent time down there or with the homeless in general. In reality, it doesn't matter what you think about tent city, what matters is what people living there think of it. Do they like the community, the system, the way they pay their rent? Regardless of how the students at SU are involved, what they think about it, how much they would rather participate in non-systematic group of homeless services, and what they think about their reputation and their school’s reputation doesn’t really matter. With that, I guess, I optimistically hope that people go do something meaningful with their time. Doesn’t matter to me how or where they choose to be involved, but be involved.
James does not like cheesecake. If anyone wants to come to the house and eat it, it’s just sitting in the fridge.
I’m going to make a documentary film in Latin America. It will be a masterpiece. It will be about classes, education, gender and art in the twentieth century. Don’t call me ambitious.
Photography is hard. But this weekend, out to the coast, where I shall experience the environment of still before I photograph it. I am very excited. My professor for photography understands how I work as a creative person, and that really helps as I try to become a better photographer. She lets me be, and encourages me with wise words. It’s especially hard for me because I don’t know what I want my focus to be. I know that I love taking photos, but have not yet decided an overarching theme. Which I need to do, about 3 weeks ago. Nonetheless, I still enjoy it. And I like being able to say that I have to go camping for my class. Doesn’t get any better than that.
I like coupons.
Spent more hours at the U for my thesis project. Someone sent me an email: “good luck as the quarter winds down.” I’m thinking, my quarter hasn’t even started. I hope it’s not really supposed to be winding down already. I still have a portfolio to create and a good part of my thesis to write.
Anyway, watching a movie with some of my favorite boys on Sunday is the plan. I planned that plan way ahead of time. I have quite the initiative some days.
Away to pack and then tomorrow to the coast.