Yesterday my teacher gave me the biggest compliment a theater techie could get (in my opinion) after I chopponed for a tsog. He said that I 'disappeared into space.' Ego appreciated the boost very much thank you. The downside is that he will probably expect me to choppon more.
Today, instead of working maintenance at the theater and practicing my (non-existent) soldering skills I was working in the library listening to admittedly really interesting lectures by Amiri Baraka from the summer of 1978. The topic was American history and how it shaped American literature. Some parts were extremely hard to listen to - the painful truths that aren't taught in schools. Some parts were interesting because although the lectures were given almost 35 years ago the politics are still very much the same. I felt really bad when students would force Amiri to speak for the entire black america. There were some pretty good arguments going.
May the rest of the lectures/classes/poetry readings/random archive materials I will be listening to be as interesting.
It still boggles me sometimes, when I'm listening to these, that some of these lectures were given before I was born. A lot of the people I'm listening to at this point are well into their 70's or dead. People long gone with only echoes on tapes left of them.
I also brought cake for my co-workers today. Because I could.
The Goofy Little Brother that I Don't Have is back at the theater after a three year hiatus in the midwest. I'm ecstatic. He'll grow up to be a good man.
Eventually.
[May we all keep a good dose of goofy to temper the blargh that is being an adult]
I am still mentally returning, kicking and screaming, from a short retreat. Time and space still don't line up well.
But my shamthab is still tied around my waist, not my ankles, without the use of gaff tape, so I guess I will continue in the world.
And now I have this huge urge to see if I can actually gaff tape up my shamthab while keeping all the folds correct...hmmmm.
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