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