Moved in, in Utah.

Again.

Moved in, in Utah.

"Don't you see yourself in every picture you love? You feel a radiance wash through you. It's something you can't analyze or speak about clearly. What are you doing at that moment? You're looking at a picture on a wall. That's all. But it makes you feel alive in the world. It tells you yes, you're here. And yes, you have a range of being that's ( Read more... )

Successfully survived first week of grad school, despite 710 am class trying to get the best of me.

Everything is swell here, but certainly missing the outside world.

It's hot and it smells like tree.

Hope you're wonderful.

So.

Moved in.

In Portland.

3 more days of undergraduate classes left.

As in, each class I go to is my last time in that class.

And then there won't be any classes.

Shit.

If you can help it,
           please don't graduate.

"The flow is constant. Words, pictures, numbers, facts, graphics, statistics, specks, waves, particles, motes. Only a catastrophe gets our attention. We want them, we need them, we depend on them. As long as they happen somewhere else. This is where California comes in. Mud slides, brush fires, coastal erosion, earthquakes, mass killings, et cetera ( Read more... )

Student teaching ... conquered.

Dec. 10 at 5 pm: back in LA for the first time since June Dec.

How about we don't graduate, yeah?

I just want to make people dance.

Day 4,

Student teaching is going to kill me.

Love,

Bob