Let’s Get Meta, Return

August 31, 2010

Okay, first post of the new school year, senior year, busy year.  I think I managed a half-assed attempt a week or two ago but that was a week or two ago.  Things have happened.  Things are happening.  Things, things, things.  My shoes have worn to dust.  Nearly.  Bandanas keep sweat out of my hair on a day to day basis; it has been hot, uncomfortably hot.  University is in, so why is summer still here?  Cue “hear, hear” echoes in the background.  Er, or am I the only one who looks forward to Fall?  The Swedish turn to Spring took so long I just need to see the other side, but I digress (purposefully, yes, but still).

Classes: Writing Ethnography, Poetry Workshop, Shakespeare, Environmental Biology (sadly, this last is lecture).  Needless to say, I will be reading and writing; they always make me do that in these classes.  Lots and lots, and lots of writing is a good thing, though, a cathartic thing.  Looks like I have a nice chance to get zen on the semester.  Not take it easy, but groove.

Good to see so many familiar faces of the Uni, Urbana area (and visitors, too — can’t forget my buddy Sweet in for the weekend nor Kyle and Kristi who I visited).  Hello to new students, too.  May we have a wonderful year, and ones to come (grad apps also on the plate — Portland, Iowa, Berkley? — oh, and GRE).

Anyway, before the year gets too far underway I wanted to share a recent poem (one of many).  I know this is a rare occasion, for me to be posting my actual poetry, instead of just talking about it, that you, dear readers, get too much meta-assumption, or just pretty pictures, but today you get poetry.  This particular piece was inspired by a friend of mine who taught me this fact.  I’d just bought this winter hat, and, being the hipster I represent, I wore it in irony of the summer season; my friend then warned me how her parents might think I’d loosened more than a few screws, and asked that, for her parents’ sake, I remove the hat.  Cool.  Enjoy:

“Absurdity of Seasons”

they say inability to effectively measure one’s own bodily
temperature is a sure-fire sign of insanity, that something
up there has certainly and perhaps inexorably, fatally
cracked, a case study of the schizophrenic category, well
here i am with a woolen tibetan hat, gunning to assault my sanity
upon the university

yes. i am aware of
the month and of the
the heat and that is
precisely why instead
i wear no pants.

Fin.  And now for some photos collected during these first few back-to-school days:

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Listening to: LOTS of fantastic music.  Menomena almost nonstop.  Just bought Mines.


Little Update

August 19, 2010

Wow, 10 days since my last entry.  Things must have slowed down, and they did.  I’ve been working myself back in to the Urbana jive, returning to the university scene as students move back in, or in for the first time, to the area.  This prelude to academic life is not without study.  I read, write, bike every day.  Work and applications in the mix, too.  I am looking forward to classes.  It’s a busy, no-stress, pleasant interim.  My typewriter and speakers have been my best friends.  I’ve been on few photo excursions.  Welcome back, Illinois.  It’s good to be here.

Welcome to Pt. III

August 9, 2010

In the third and final installment of my Tour de East adventure, I found myself in Ann Arbor, Michigan, visiting an old friend from my home town, Daniel.  We did some fair wandering around the downtown area, spent Saturday afternoon searching for geocaches, then popped over to Lansing / MSU to see another of Daniel’s buddies.  He showed off his motorcycle, describing the number and varieties of ways he has crashed it, and then we drank some Canadian brews.  On Sunday we made the hungover drive back to Ann Arbor, and from there Daniel to Canada and myself to Urbana.  Feels funny to be back, too quiet.  It’s been good to see so many of my good friends.

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Welcome to Pt. II

August 5, 2010

New York, New York.  Mar and I took the Bolt Bus to the city, I reunited with my friend Mari, hit the Met, dive bar with hotdogs, Central Park, some West side thrifting, metro after metro, and lived the Bronx all in 24 hours.  Never sleeps indeed.  But now I am in quiet Arlington, a quick visit to my cousin Becky and her husband Bret while I’m out here, where I do hope to catch some z’s.  In fact, I feel them creeping up on me, so again I will let the pictures do the talking (they are, by the way, chronological, depicting the journey from Savage to NY and beyond):

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August 3, 2010

And so has begun my whirlwind trip to my friends in the East. Arrived in DC after a 12 hour drive to hang out with my friend Mar from Sweden. Amazing to see her here in the States, almost as if I never left Uppsala. She took me on a quick tour of the area with a bit of sushi and a bit of thrifting, also hitting the Library of Congress (may my parents be pleased) and the Hirshorn art museum. Here are a few photos from the day: