Well, here I am on xanga. Wow... yeah. OK, anyhow. Here are some things I have been thinking about:

(These are 'back entries' - bear with me)

11-25-02

Today, I confronted my Spanish professor about the trouble with reading quizes I have been having. She said, in effect, that since the material was going to be on the final, and the term is almost over, I ought to just study hard for the final. Then she turned, and walked back into the classroom to teach her next class. Thanks.

On the plus side, I recieved back my Art History project last week, with a big fat A! *Does a little dance* On the less happy side of the spectrum, I also turned in a reading response paper on Renaissance art, Man as the measure of all things, and male vs female views of art history; this paper did not recieve enough attention, and I think it will show all to much in my grade. I'm thinking that a C will be the result. Ah well...

Reading Shakespeare's Twelfth Night this evening, and morning... gah. Pretty good stuff, but I want to go home already.

Have to go to class as usual tomorrow, work at the United Way, then go home! *another little dance you cannot see*

I have three papers to write this break... think of me, and send me a little love, y'all.

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11-27-02

Amber stayed on GI with my family and I on Tuesday night. Then, Wednesday, we had Boston Market for lunch, and drove up to Richmond. I stayed until 7, then headed home with good time.
Just before I left, Amber sent me out the car to retrieve something she had forgotten, and as I came back in, I looked through the stormglass door at her talking with her grandmother. For half a second, I felt apart from her, looking in on somehthing that was mine a minute ago. Something that was us. And then it passed, and I opened the door, smiling and coming back to the one I love. That is all one needs - just half a second, and then a second look - to realize what is really important.

Today is Thanksgiving. I am glad. My few kernels of faith grow each day... and the more old I grow, the faster time seems to flow and also move easily. I am nearly twenty. "Time is short / time, that's all right / maybe I'll go out in the middle of the night" -Dave Matthews. Yes - maybe I will. :)

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11-28-02
Saw a documentary on PBS this evening on MTV, and the corporate machine. All about young consumer feedback loops, counterculture movements, and capitalization on teen markets, commercialization of icons. Very interesting, and very true. I think we ought to play it for a few days straight in the commons room, and see what happens. MAYBE then we would have fewer Brittany Spears and Tom Green clones, not to mention Eminem.