Saturday, January 31, 2004
I got home at around 2 AM last night, and fell asleep at around 2:30 AM. I woke up at 7 so that I could be here at work by 8. In between the time that I fell asleep and woke up (appx. 4.5 hrs.), A HUGE FUCKING FIRE TORCHED THE BUILDING TWO DOORS DOWN FROM MINE. And I didn't even wake up. As I was brushing my teeth this morning, the good people at Chicago Public Radio told me: "A blaze on the South Side of Chicago left several people homeless last night. [my ears perk up: What neighborhood now? Hopefully it wasn't near the school where I work!] The fire, on the 5300 block of Woodlawn Ave., has left Woodlawn blocked."
Jigga fuck what? WHAT? Not an easy thing to wake up to on appx. 4.5 hrs. of sleep.
Okay, so I'm not back. I'm still on a break. In four days I am going to Boston to visit him and take a break from school and, apparently, go to all the "bad gay places" he goes. Let's only hope they're that naughty.
I've been in a bit of a funk lately, partially because of money issues, partially because of winter quarter, partially because of school, partially because I'm not quite sure why.
It IS SO FUCKING FREEZING HERE IN BARTLETT AND THERE'S EVEN A GODDAMNED SPACE HEATER AT MY FEET.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Okay, one last thing before I break.
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
I'm going to take a bit of a break. It will probably last until the beginning of February. I'm just super busy right now.
But, before I go, a couple of UOFCSTALKER highlights. From, no less, the Ratner Center.
1. Slightly disgraced professor Julius Kirshner wearing a really big yellow checkered scarf, walking out.
2. William Schweiker, theologian, towel wrapped around his waist, on the way to the shower.
Remind me that I said this in about three months. I LOVE WINTER. It's true. I do. I mean, I love seasons generally, and certainly fall and spring are the best ones, and summer is the worst (well, it has its benefits, but being "warm" is overrated). But winter. Not so bad. Not so bad at all. Last night, downtown, with the big snowflakes falling, the boys and I kept jumping up and down to try and catch them in our mouths. And then the walk to campus this morning, where everything is a kind of blue-gray sheet along the ground. I guess, even after three years, I'm still a little shocked to see how rapidly and significantly the world can change. I mean, just two weeks ago it was 61 degrees out.
Which may be one reason why I'm sick. Yes, it's true. I noticed the sore throat coming on around Wednesday night, and it's just gotten worse. Yesterday, at work, I was trying to read a play for which we might host a high school student matinee (reading there is a little difficult anyway), and I just couldn't concentrate. So I had a few cigarettes with Heidi, we vented our frustration about young people (especially those who can't read or understand Kant), I bothered Ben, and I teased my boss about her picture in THE READER.
Last night was a boys' night out, with Joe, Christopher, and Chris. Mark was supposed to come but got called into work. I almost didn't make it because I wasn't feeling well, but I managed to pull it together. It's weird - I wasn't really even in a mood to drink, which is quite a shock to me. Chris has been telling me, repeatedly, that I'm running myself into the ground, and Juliana told me that I need to slow down. I would be more than happy to oblige if it weren't for the fact that I got paid $72 yesterday to get me through the next two weeks, after which I will get another paycheck, most of which I will have to give up to my landlord for February rent. I am still entirely unsure how I am going to buy any of my books for classes this quarter. I guess, though, that I am proof that one can survive in the third-largest city in the country on $6,000 a year. Barely. But you can do it.
Anyway, I'm rambling because I'm not feeling well, I think. I don't have any links for today.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Hi all. Sorry for not having posted in awhile - this week has been really busy and, much to my dismay, it will probably not ever be less busy. Running auditions for shows, scheduling meetings for work, writing the quarterly report for Admissions, trying to solve financial aid issues, and dealing with KIDS who obviously haven't ever read, or ever understood, Kant.
I'm at work, in the basement of the Reynolds Club, where I'll be until 4. It's supposed to snow something fierce today, which may interfere with my plans to do laundry, but will not, under any circumstances, interfere with my viewing of SATC.
I have something to tell someone, but I don't know how to do it, and I'm a little afraid to do it.
I have a paper to write from last quarter, but I'm enjoying reading for fun and not worrying about school (until tomorrow, I guess).
I'm not usually one for New Year's resolutions. I never have been, mostly because I find the idea a little silly and because those things about myself that I would like to improve are those things over which I exercise so little self-control. But at least 2003 ended with me starting up at the gym. If I got nothing accomplished that year, at least I did that.
My concept of years, though, is a little skewed, because I tend to view everything that happened before late September 2003 as "last year" or, at the very least, much more distant than I view what happened, say, in November. But as I was walking to campus I started thinking about where I was about a year ago this time. Getting ready to start my paper-writing quarter, starting the best-run production I've worked on so far, hiring new tour guides. It's also funny, I guess, how much people who've moved away from home harp on the fact that they Live (with a capital "L") where they've moved, but how, eventually, that becomes where they live. In a way that only a few people who I go to school with, those who are around my age and who actually spend time in Hyde Park, this neighborhood really feels like home. And how much place really influences your development. I'm a much different person today than I would be if I had gone to school in DC or New York, not just if I'd stayed in Florida.
In addition to all the other things I have to do this year (finish school, graduate, find a job, move), I've decided to try to get in control of my money situation. I sort of say this every year, but I think I'm really going to try and step up to the plate about this one, this time.
Best of luck to all of you for the year, and best of luck to all my U of C readers on the upcoming quarter.
(Oh, and by the way, have you noticed that seniors in college watch more tv than most people?)
Thursday, January 01, 2004
Happy New Year everybody!
Sorry it's been so long since I've written. I'm back in Chicago, thank goodness, relatively unscathed and now in possession of a mini food processor.