Lately the news has been tremendously full of all manner of race-related things, and this is GOOD. I am just getting a little overwhelmed by all the caring that I feel myself automatically undertaking, and as someone attempting to get schoolwork done as a graduate student in a challenging program, this is a bad idea.
Not to mention that I am growing tired of being in this atmosphere that leads you to believe in all sorts of things that are not really true...
Sunday, October 10, 2010
There is something about going back to the things you wrote when writing was the thing you did. By "something", of course, I mean "something embarrassing". It isn't only that you see the starry-eyed optimism of youth from the cynical-eyed viewpoint of your old age, but it is that you can no longer relate to it. And you can no longer write with the same ease and disregard for typographical errors that you once did.
I used to write emails to strangers on the internet. There are chances I have said this before; I don't think I will bother to check. Why can I not repeat myself on the internet? It isn't as though someone is going to come up to me and say, "Hey, lady, you've been telling that same story for decades and it's getting old." Actually, that would be kind of awesome, because it would mean someone's actually following my blog. This is even more unlikely, because of the number of times I've:
a. changed the name of the blog
b. deleted the blog
c. changed the address of the blog
d. written somewhere else entirely.
So I will return, thoughtlessly, planlessly, grammarlessly - because I'm uncool like that.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Today I was on the phone with the ex-boyfriend (the one I thought I was in love with, remember?) and he told me he would be out of town this weekend because he was travelling to Mysore with his girlfriend.
Who feels like the hugest horse's ass in the country?