Before the Chicago trip.

DIARY

I haven't maintained day-to-day blogging. First, I realize most of you aren't interested in my daily day-to-day daze quite so much, but part of my use of this blog is as a journal; I order things here so I can remember causes and effects years down the line.

The end of the semester was quite stressful, and there were a few assigned books and critiques I still have to catch up on. The last weekend was beautiful, however. I developed (and ultimately abandoned) my initial final project for Shelley's class, contemplated photos from the Travel Book, prepared notes for the four workshop submissions on Monday. We also took a walk to the Fort Greene Farmers Market where we bought fresh sandwich bread and apple pie, and cleaned, and we watched Captain Jon's Shark Safari and The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. I now have a thirst for work abroad, preferably somewhere Spanish or Portuguese-speaking and tropical. Preferably somewhere South American. Hmmm.

After workshop on Monday I went out to Spain with Mac, Erica, Shelley, and some of the others. We met Daniel and Bernie there as well. Hopefully we'll stay in touch and involved over the summer. I spent most of Tuesday working on my Myspace for Marco Polo for Shelley's class. It's okay, I guess, but on a second and third examination, is not quite as rischlogulous as I'd originally thought. Oh, well. Shelley's final class was held at her apartment, and despite getting lost there on the way (I had a nasty cold and a screaming headache, and I fell asleep on the train and woke up somewhere between Red Hook and the Verazzano bridge) I was still one of the first to arrive. Class lasted for well over three hours, as we first discussed Calvino's Invisible Cities and then presented our final projects. Afterward, I walked home, which took about a half hour or maybe forty minutes.

On Thursday and Friday I attended the second years' final readings on 13th Street, and so got to hear Reinhardt and Scott and Marco and Dani and Camellia and Sara and Christine and Russell and others read. It was an endurance contest, lasting over four hours the first night and almost three the second, but the sun was shining outside through most of the event and there was beer and fresh olives, so why should I complain.

After the second reading, I headed home and Jess and I got ready for our trip. We went to bed at after two. Our flight was to leave at eight.

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