well, i must say that i woke up feeling a tad bit sorry for myself
i was feeling weighed down
walking underwater
slow and labored
but only me
everything and everyone around me was moving
normally which appeared to be fast to me...
however as i was walking across the quad to teach my 10 a.m. class
i was surrounded by teenage joggers
yep...some intellectually gifted track coach must have thought that it
would be a good idea to set a bunch of teenage joggers loose on the
quad during peak time...
and these kids would hardly move out of the way
hogging up the sidewalk and expecting people to move
for them
i didn't move though because
1) i was annoyed
2) i was still feeling heavy
3) i was annoyed
although it did give me some kind of sadistic pleasure to make them
move...and i think some of them even pouted....nothing says
have a bright and sunny day than
a tennager's distain...
after class i was talking to a student
and i spilled an almost full dunkin donuts coffee
on a desk and consequently the floor...
fyi: that stuff is a bitch to clean up
after i finished up with that fiasco i decided to go to borders
bookstores always give me a sense of peace...i like them
i like to be surrounded by words...potential stories....
there is always a sense of discovery whenever i go into a bookstore
and discover i did
i found a memoir/illustrated book by chip kidd (the famous book designer)
while i was leafing through...taking in the images i saw this....
wendy brown's book!!! i love wendy brown and this book is not only an important piece
of scholarship it is also a book that changes lives
well mine anyways...
if i ever get published or better yet become the kind of scholar that
would get me chip kidd to design the cover of my book
i would be overwhelmed by the sheer awesomeness of it
seriously...it wouldn't have to be that great of a text
because good or terrible, boring or pithy...
chip kidd would certainly make your text sound better
after i was finished browsing that book i meandered over to
the psychology...actually the death and dying section...
i know grief but i still feel lost...so i picked up this book:
and i read a little...
very practical and lois ackner's writing is quite good
but something in me was not interested in getting it or reading any further
dissatisfied...slow...labored
maybe another book will call to me
or maybe a poem...
i just don't know
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