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5:22 AM Off!
Off to Boca Raton. See you in 2003. Have a terrific time.
Friday, December 13, 2002
1:57 PM !
The first week of break has been fantastic, and not at all hectic. UCF has been justifiably abuzz about getting its first Rhodes Scholar. He seems vaguely familiar but I can't quite recall why. I don't think I had a class with him. But I was on my way somewhere today and ran across the vaguely familiar R.S. -- he waved and said Hi and I waved and smiled, thinking, This person, he looks vaguely familiar, and then realizing, Ah, R.S.!, and turning and saying "Congratulations!" To which he very graciously said Thank you.
Here's the thing: he looked vaguely familiar but not because of the R.S. thing. And now I'm not sure if we are somehow acquainted from before, hence his waving at me, or maybe he's been getting a lot of people looking at him, thinking, That person looks familiar, hence the preemptive smile-and-wave. I don't know. Anyway, he seems like someone who totally deserves this and will go very far. And he's an English major! And he speaks Spanish!
In other news, I received an e-mail from someone who was convinced that I was a hoax -- some fictive Colombian fellow concocted by someone else. Not so. I'm here, and I am who I am, and while I have no conclusive evidence I can offer this documentary proof from the new job at the writing center. I'm the blurry person in white on the bottom left hand corner of the group photo. You'll also find me under "The Consultants" -- Juan Martinez.
Oh, also: Updates to the Nabokov page!.
And: my friend Keith's life has been very interesting. I was given a heads up on the big news a few months ago, but you should visit and say hi and be nice.
Sunday, December 08, 2002
9:42 AM Overwhelmed by indifference and the promise of an early bed
Via RobotWisdom, a link on gauging how much radio sucks. Very mathematical. Very true. And I was looking and laughing and thinking, Yes, but there's always New Jersey's WFMU, and then I look at the URL of the link.
So yes. Of course. Today's shaping up to be a glorious Sunday.
Also: I have not shaved in like three days. The break doesn't really start until Tuesday, but I'm getting my break beard in early. I have no clue why. All I know is it's time for reading and drinking way more coffee than is good for me and for wandering around the arboretum for lunch, trying to figure out if there really are different kinds of cypresses or if the person who wrote the little labels with the descriptions is pulling my chain, because I can't tell them apart, though I'm doing better with the ferns, and of course it's been a great couple of days for running on the treadmill and for lifting weights and for doing some writing. But every day is a great day for that. But now it's being done while temporarily furry.
Anyway. More coffee.
Sunday, December 01, 2002
11:42 AM This Must Be the Place
So for a while I had been in a funk, and the most surprising thing about it is how everything pretty much proceeded as normal -- continued to get up early in the morning to work out, continued to do well in school and at work. What's also surprising is that there was no real gradual funk-tapering. I went to bed one night whilst still sad and woke up not. Another surprising thing: I had not felt this low in ages, and for the weeks that it lasted it seemed almost welcome, this shift, this change from muffled tranquility to raw heart-on-one's-sleeve condition. And then back to tranquility, with newfound awareness and appreciation of the unscripted nature of living. So the temporary shift was welcome, and yet all the same there was a certain envy for other creatures that don't seem to have this kind of problem. Like stoats. Stoats don't shuffle around all angsty.
But a stoat could not read up on the Ministry of Defense of his mother-country: "It associates the act of desertion with something completely not real." Nor could a stoat have watched the remarkable remake of Solaris, and think that Soderbergh improved on Tarkovsky.
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