Emerson ain't getting easier.
Yesterday was the first Creative Writing class. I enjoyed it, and left it fully committed to go sit down in the library and write for an hour. That lasted about as long as it took to read the day's Narbonic, which lead me to reread like five story-lines. I'm really getting fed up with myself in those respects.
Not a bad day today. Drawing was much more enjoyable than it had been on Monday. The reason I liked it today was just as obvious as the reason that I didn't like it three days prior, although the fact I'd spent fifty dollars on charcoal and colored pencils (and eight dollars on three pieces of paper from France. No fucking idea) might have had something to do with it. We (by which I the half of the class who'd been able to get a copy of the chapter) discussed Thomas Kinkade (who I'd never heard of, and felt like he wasn't really as bad as the book was making him out to be, even if he's essentially a commodity), Isaac Julien (who I'd never heard of, and ) and Skip Schuckmann (who doesn't get a Wikipedia entry, and who is basically a landscape artist who lets the land do all the heavy lifting). The idea was to discuss the size of an artist's constituency.
I also had my last first class (Parse that, ya dumb bastard!), "Envisioning The Future of World Politics: Social/Science/Fiction", the class which Professor Jackson does so that he can indulge his hobby without teaching a lit course. Jackson was out, but I've met him a couple times, and he's a stand up guy which sort of reminds me of Jason Lee in either Mallrats or Chasing Amy, I don't know which, or why. The TA lead us as we we basically talked about what Sci-Fi was, and then split us into four groups. Professor Jackson is apparently big on blogging, so everyone in the class is supposed to blog twice a week (so, you know, two more) in a group blog. I was all over setting that up.
Tell me if you can find all three jokes; two of them are obvious, the third is anything but. Yes, apparently I am exactly that geeky.
Still not sure what we're supposed to write in the blog; I'll reread the syllabus when I get a chance. We start with The Dispossessed, which should be awesome because Ursula K. Le Guin is awesome. So is Madeleine L'Engle, who for some reason I always confuse in terms of names.
Three day weekend the day after tomorrow. Not sure what I think of that. I mean, it's nice to have time off, but I don't need it yet.
I was on Google news today, and I read the headline "Donor pledges for Lieberman near $1 billion", which startled the hell out of me until I realized that it actually said "Lebanon".