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Q: if you wake up late, and don’t feel good, and just generally don’t feel like things are going right–
but you see a ladybug–
is that enough to convince you that you are going to have a good day?
A: Almost.
this is why i still love they might be giants. i know they’ve been around forever )which reminds me that i have also), but they continue tro do amazing things, and work with amazing people, and make me believe in them even more. they have never been wrong about anything. and i respect the hell out of ‘em. and their new video does about a thousand things i think are awesome.
dear lindsey;
is today the day to post something about terrorism? is today the day we remember the day we all want to forget? is today the day we finally understand that though the scars we carry with us might never heal, there is nothing left that we can do to undo that day?
do we all want to play “where were you when…?” isn’t it a game we’ve all played to death?
it was a bad day. people died for no reason.
peope are dying today for no reason too. in darfur (notice all the green shirts), in china, shit, in every hospital in the world. and there are some that can’t get into a hospital. and they’re dying too.
thousands and thousands of really amazing, strong, patriotic people are fighting in iraq. some of them will die. and there is no more war to fight.
there are people to fight. there are people who want to kill you. but you know why? cause for the last four years, we have been sitting in their land, telling them what to do and how to do it, because a guy not from their country ordered a massacre on our soil.
we shouldn’t be there, and we shouldn’t lose one more man over this.
9/11 is over. i don’t want to talk about it anymore. i want it to be something that happened, and that we fought through, and got stronger, and moved on, and do not whimper like an abused puppy whenever they day is mentioned. it’s a solemn occasion, i know, and i support that. i honor those that died, and those that saved those that didn’t. i am mad at those who caused it.
but there is nothing we can do to undo it.
if we’re still hurting from it today, then didn’t the terrorists win?
hope you’re hangin’ in, linds!
“darlin’, you’re gonna lose your pocket knife.”
her accent was thick, making “knife” sounds like “nauf.” she was a bit older than me, 40ish, working in the UT Store. her line moved the slowest, as she seemed to love to chat with her customers.
“thanks, but it’s got a clip, see? it’s pretty solid.”
“oh, ok. i see. my daddy always said, every fella needs to carry a pocket knife. you judt never know!” i nodded and smiled. “i mean, some don’t like to admit it, but we ladies do need protectin’. we are weaker!”
“um…well, you know…just don’t try and take it on an airplane.” it was all i could think to say.
“HAW ha ha haw! you are funny! and like those little old ladies on planes are going to do anything with their knitting needles, you know? that’s crazy!”
i was smiling and nodding until she said:
“that’s why we oughta have more racial profiling!”
um…
i took my receipt and turned away without saying a word either way on that.
i shook my head as i walked out the door and reminded myself to never forget:
it may be austin, but it’s still texas.
i won’t tell you the name. don’t look. it will only spoil the magic.
watch it once. then watch it again. it will be even better.
so school went ahead and started, with absolutely no input from me.
can you guess what shirts i WON’T be wearing?
is my correspondence course done? no. have i enough (any) time at the lake, working on my tan, relaxing? no. am i ready to get up early and study, read a lot of stuff that i would never read ordinarily? learn stuff? well, yeah, ok, I don’t mind that.
december graduation looking pretty grim, unless i want to continue doing my shakespeare class at the same time as i am taking my final fifteen hours of classes. which i don’t, really. but that diploma isn’t really getting me anything except a feeling of completion and self-satisfaction, so there’s not really a rush.
weird things from the first day of school:
parked my car and walked over to where the bus stop gazebo used to be–and it wasn’t. my bus stop–gone. fortunately, a bus was passing by right then, so i followed it. across the street and a block down, it still runs..
aboard the bus, watched as other students got on. so young! just last semester, i thought of them as little brother and sister types, not my age certainly, but in my peer group (more or less). now, as i got on, i thought, “they are children! am i on the elementary school bus? is this the kiddie train at the zoo? who are these people and why are they going to college?”
the campus convenience store has moved to where the sushi place used to be. the sushi place moved downstairs. where they campus convenience store used to be? a starbuck’s. they pulled the coffeeshop that was there, too.
in my fist class, three guys use different names than the one on the roll sheet. “shane?” “i go by kevin.” “william?” “i go by david.” “james?” “i go by gabriel.”
The whole day was a surreal one. like i had pulled a rip van winkle. everything was different.
best to just put your head down and keep on keepin’ on. and come ‘08, you’re outta there. on to the grown up-world.
i mean, an essay about othello notwithstanding.
