prey for rock and roll
why am I still at Earlham? because it has a grand old tree with a swing hanging from its grandest branch. i think that sums it up best.
there is a great post on earlhamites about its various failings and benefits, about who tends to gravitate toward its promise of the "Quaker inner-light," and who tends to actually reap the rewards it has to offer inbetween the typical bullshit of administrative power-trips. I know Earlham is not for everyone - I have, on more than one occasion, considered leaving. and for some, leaving is the most positive step they could possibly take. but not for me. I think of Earlham and all I have is love for the place, even with its occasional egregious failures. as Lauren said, the place wasn't bringing her joy, and I am so proud of her for seeing that and doing what she had to do, no matter how much it hurt. for me, Earlham does bring me joy, and that makes all the difference. I will miss it and the people in it to a ridiculous extent while I am gone.
i am already missing it, actually. while Andy has been fighting the administrative ills with a typewriter at one hand, a bottle of gin in the other, and a head full of robotussin, I've been sitting here, waiting for the rest of the year to happen. while jo, babbs, travis and everyone have been getting into the swing of classes, yep. me. here. sitting. WAITING. i'm so fucking impatient.
just two more days...!!!
OH! and i'm not dying! (yaaay) - my doctor was not exactly clear about what the hell this thing is on my side since he saw me about 5 minutes before closing time. he eliminated the possibility of a "sugar processing problem" and a cyst. so i'm guessing the diagnosis is "really shitty spider-bite," and I have 2 weeks worth of antibiotics to take for it. score.
and may I say that Gina Gershon floats my boat like few others? damn. me-ow.
there is a great post on earlhamites about its various failings and benefits, about who tends to gravitate toward its promise of the "Quaker inner-light," and who tends to actually reap the rewards it has to offer inbetween the typical bullshit of administrative power-trips. I know Earlham is not for everyone - I have, on more than one occasion, considered leaving. and for some, leaving is the most positive step they could possibly take. but not for me. I think of Earlham and all I have is love for the place, even with its occasional egregious failures. as Lauren said, the place wasn't bringing her joy, and I am so proud of her for seeing that and doing what she had to do, no matter how much it hurt. for me, Earlham does bring me joy, and that makes all the difference. I will miss it and the people in it to a ridiculous extent while I am gone.
i am already missing it, actually. while Andy has been fighting the administrative ills with a typewriter at one hand, a bottle of gin in the other, and a head full of robotussin, I've been sitting here, waiting for the rest of the year to happen. while jo, babbs, travis and everyone have been getting into the swing of classes, yep. me. here. sitting. WAITING. i'm so fucking impatient.
just two more days...!!!
OH! and i'm not dying! (yaaay) - my doctor was not exactly clear about what the hell this thing is on my side since he saw me about 5 minutes before closing time. he eliminated the possibility of a "sugar processing problem" and a cyst. so i'm guessing the diagnosis is "really shitty spider-bite," and I have 2 weeks worth of antibiotics to take for it. score.
and may I say that Gina Gershon floats my boat like few others? damn. me-ow.