Marc
The Postal Service embodies the dream of democracy. Any citizen, even a convict or a child, can communicate with any other for the same low price. This abiding ideal of universal service is what preserves an institution that for most of its existence has dwelled at the dangerous intersection of big goverment, big business, and local politics. Were it not for this ideal, Washington would have long ago sold off the whole operation. -- by Jonathan Franzen in "Lost in the Mail", found in his essay collection entitled How to be Alone
One. I'm safe. I'm here. All posts from this point forward, unless otherwise noted, will be uploaded directly from Blormal IL. I'm in my apartment. It feels strange to be back, considering I never really got the chance to get used to the place. My room's a mess, basically because I've spent the few days I've been here this summer throwing shit willy-nilly around the room as I scrambled to my next destination.
Two. Where have I been? I took the intimate companion to Hawaii. We hiked a volcano and took turns turning over on a beach. We went into water, too. There were waves and crabs. My sunblock was in gel form. The intimate companion was not pleased about this. I was. It made my muscles shine!
Three. I've tried to quit my job for the coming school year. I was told that this was not an option. My school schedule is light in the afternoons and early mornings on select days. I may be spending Wednesday nights in different towns from time to time. I may write about it. I will write about it.
Four. I tried to read as much as I could this summer. My goal was vaguely around 5000 pages. I didn't think I could get there. I did. 5500+ pages. Here are the selections -- [X] Underworld by Don DeLillo; [X] Libra by Don DeLillo; [X] White Noise by Don DeLillo; [X] A People's History of the United States by Howard Zinn; [X] War is a Force That Gives Us Meaning by Chris Hedges; [X] Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison; [X] Native Son by Richard Wright; [X] The Man In The Gray Flannel Suit by Sloan Wilson; [X] The Chomsky Reader by Noam Chomsky; [X] How to Be Alone by Jonathan Franzen; [X] Broom of the System by David Foster Wallace; [X] Geek Love by Katherine Dunn; [X] Trouble Man: The Life and Death of Marvin Gaye by Steve Turner; and, [X] Fury by Salman Rushdie. That's it. That's the list.
Up Next: "Nothing Compares to You" by Sinead O'Connor; The Cellar; and, Pretty Woman on basic cable.
Tomorrow: Class.
The Postal Service embodies the dream of democracy. Any citizen, even a convict or a child, can communicate with any other for the same low price. This abiding ideal of universal service is what preserves an institution that for most of its existence has dwelled at the dangerous intersection of big goverment, big business, and local politics. Were it not for this ideal, Washington would have long ago sold off the whole operation. -- by Jonathan Franzen in "Lost in the Mail", found in his essay collection entitled How to be Alone
One. I'm safe. I'm here. All posts from this point forward, unless otherwise noted, will be uploaded directly from Blormal IL. I'm in my apartment. It feels strange to be back, considering I never really got the chance to get used to the place. My room's a mess, basically because I've spent the few days I've been here this summer throwing shit willy-nilly around the room as I scrambled to my next destination.
Two. Where have I been? I took the intimate companion to Hawaii. We hiked a volcano and took turns turning over on a beach. We went into water, too. There were waves and crabs. My sunblock was in gel form. The intimate companion was not pleased about this. I was. It made my muscles shine!
Three. I've tried to quit my job for the coming school year. I was told that this was not an option. My school schedule is light in the afternoons and early mornings on select days. I may be spending Wednesday nights in different towns from time to time. I may write about it. I will write about it.
Four. I tried to read as much as I could this summer. My goal was vaguely around 5000 pages. I didn't think I could get there. I did. 5500+ pages. Here are the selections -- [X] Underworld by Don DeLillo; [X] Libra by Don DeLillo; [X] White Noise by Don DeLillo; [X] A People's History of the United States by Howard Zinn; [X] War is a Force That Gives Us Meaning by Chris Hedges; [X] Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison; [X] Native Son by Richard Wright; [X] The Man In The Gray Flannel Suit by Sloan Wilson; [X] The Chomsky Reader by Noam Chomsky; [X] How to Be Alone by Jonathan Franzen; [X] Broom of the System by David Foster Wallace; [X] Geek Love by Katherine Dunn; [X] Trouble Man: The Life and Death of Marvin Gaye by Steve Turner; and, [X] Fury by Salman Rushdie. That's it. That's the list.
Up Next: "Nothing Compares to You" by Sinead O'Connor; The Cellar; and, Pretty Woman on basic cable.
Tomorrow: Class.
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