To clarify, this isn't the same story I've been working on since last week (the one
Yesterday I wandered a small section of the campus, and saw: beautiful graffito on the underside of a bridge, baaaaaby ducks and their mama feeding on a lawn, a very strange and lonely clump of trees in the middle of a lawn crisscrossed by concrete walkways, about fifty massive geese very gracefully surrounding me as they made their way to the river, and the very beautiful old alumni chapel. But I shed a single tear when I found the International Center, which has a bookstore, a convenience/deli store, a coffee shop, a Chinese food shop, a pizza place, and a Subway. I plan on moving in as soon as possible.
This evening we met Michael Swanwick, our Week 2 instructor. I think there's been some confusion as to the whole "dinosaurs and sodomy" thing. He doesn't want us to write about dinosaurs and sodomy. He's going to so thoroughly school us in the ways of writing, that by the end of the week we'll feel as if we've been sodomized by dinosaurs. THAT'S what being taught by him is all about. But he's going to do it with love, so it's all good.
Hey-o!
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* If you have no idea what I'm talking about, Google "venom cock". That should give you all the information you need to know.
- Current Location:teeny tiny dorm room
- Current Music:"The Campfire Headphase" - Boards of Canada