I am going to try to finish out the school year the best I can academically. I/m not sure what that means, though. I only have six weeks or so to get my act together. Scary.
The NYT tells me that retro-futurism is back. I doubt it.
spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness
mirrored in your eyes or to fling you down
under me on that soft belly of yours and fuck
you up behind, like a hog riding a sow,
glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises
from your arse, glorying in the open shame
of your upturned dress and white girlish
drawers and in the confusion of your
flushed cheeks and tangled hair.” —James Joyce was a very naughty man.
From the BERC newsletter in regards to a lunch engagement with some prominent energy leader.
Note to self: Write a book with a character named Cathy Kunkel
I/m not going to call and see what happens. This is going to freak me out a little bit.
Trying to figure out what to do next summer :/.
Current prospects: working for the company my Dad works for (a Hollywood job not located in dullsville) or … summer school in Berkeley and like a month bumming around in Montreal.
People who occupy the airport bar at 10 am are fantastically tragic. Glad to be home.
I treated myself to a nice warm cookie after doing well to my back-to-back midterms today. Now on to TALC, a birthday party and a project due tomorrow. UC Berkeley, it never ends. ever.
To summarize environmental policy:
problems > money, people, knowledge, and political will
one midterm down, one to go. ugh my day.
Redbull + cold oranges + hours of studying