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rhyllweird. despite the fact that i spent most of yesterday crying, i'm actually fairly happy with how it all went. as a whole.
i had fun playing dressups. i looked at my clothes and i had none. NONE! (amazing. despite having just done my washing, despite the fact that somehow i manage to not be naked on a daily basis, still i suddenly had no clothes that i could possibly wear.) so i looted mr wolf's room and ended up going out wearing his brown wool 20s pants, a white old-man singlet, my brown shoes, a (some would say horrible) brown tie, and kale's brown golf-cap-thingy. damn. i was so damn stylish.
of course, i'm a little sad today, knowing i can never, ever, replicate the coolness of that outfit with any other clothes.
and we went to town, and had coffee and pleasant talks, and i felt so damn happy all over again.
oh yeah. and i went to a party, and stuff. i had some nice talks with some interesting people, and it was cool. but i'm no good at writing dialogue so i can't write all their witty words. just guess some, and attribute them as you think fit.
reading: In Search of Respect: Selling Crack in El Barrio, Philippe Bourgois (excellent balance of making his own position/feelings visible and complex analysis.)
Still bloody From Bakunin to Lacan, by Saul Newman
The Sea, The Sea, by Iris Murdoch
i had fun playing dressups. i looked at my clothes and i had none. NONE! (amazing. despite having just done my washing, despite the fact that somehow i manage to not be naked on a daily basis, still i suddenly had no clothes that i could possibly wear.) so i looted mr wolf's room and ended up going out wearing his brown wool 20s pants, a white old-man singlet, my brown shoes, a (some would say horrible) brown tie, and kale's brown golf-cap-thingy. damn. i was so damn stylish.
of course, i'm a little sad today, knowing i can never, ever, replicate the coolness of that outfit with any other clothes.
and we went to town, and had coffee and pleasant talks, and i felt so damn happy all over again.
oh yeah. and i went to a party, and stuff. i had some nice talks with some interesting people, and it was cool. but i'm no good at writing dialogue so i can't write all their witty words. just guess some, and attribute them as you think fit.
reading: In Search of Respect: Selling Crack in El Barrio, Philippe Bourgois (excellent balance of making his own position/feelings visible and complex analysis.)
Still bloody From Bakunin to Lacan, by Saul Newman
The Sea, The Sea, by Iris Murdoch