Moment To Moment, I Can't Keep It Straight; Day By Day, It All Seems Too Late

I'm finished coursework for my MA. Finally. A brutal year. Papers I wrote this term:

• On the (Im)Possibility of an Archive of Everyday Life: Auto-Ethnography and the New Media Economy

• Scientific Spirituality, Spiritual Science: Quantum Consciousness and Existential Metaphor

• Visions of Social Change: Possibility, Political Practice and the Media

And now it's time to start thinking about the major research project. Hmm.

The first (hopefully annual) Grad Student Cabaret was on Friday, organized by some people in our department. It was kind of a variety show - there is a pile of talent in our department: musical, poetic, dramatic, etc. It was a great evening.



Abigail and Amanda, singing.

CSI meets Shakespeare (Lady McBeth being the murderer). Shar was fantastic as Horatio Cane - she got the dramatic sunglasses down pat.

Lisa and Adrienne reciting selected parts of the Vagina Monologues: Lisa did angry vagina, Adrienne did 'cunt'.

Asha reciting a fantasticly hilarious poem entitled "I dated an activist boy".

Phanuel reciting selected poems - they were amazing, intense. You could feel him bearing the impact of his words all over again as he read.


Asha looking a little pervy, according to Vinh (right, in his nouveaux-Thriller jacket).

Adrienne and Amanda, who organized the cabaret. Good times.

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The weather is finicky and chilled; my sense of what real relaxation is keeps shifting, won't settle or offer any inspiration.

I moved upstairs on May 1st, after I dropped off my last paper (a late finish).
The basement flooded four days before that (goddamn washer hose). Not too much damage though.

Now that I'm in a human-sized room, I feel a little better. Things are somehow new and different but still the same, which is conforting I suppose.

Pics of my new abode are forthcoming.