dream entry #5

So I was working at a new place for the first time except that this wasn't your conventional store at all. The one store was sort of a miniature mall with a walkway in the middle that separated various sections of the store. There was an icecream shop, a coffee shop (of course), an art studio, a haircutting place, and an area that sold vacuum cleaners. For a while, I sort of hung out behind the counter at the coffee/icecream shop, but I wasn't really doing anything because no one had given me training of any kind or even instructions. So after a while, I started walking around aimlessly, pretending to be busy. After about twenty minutes of this (yes, I checked my watch in my dream), this guy working there asked me why I was just walking around and not really doing anything. I explained to him that I didn't know what the heck I was supposed to be doing, and he said, "Come follow me, and I will show you what to do." So I followed him out the back door of the store complex and found myself in this wonderful, mysterious wooded area/meadow. Immediately upon exiting the building, the guy starting darting so quickly among the trees and brush that I was afraid I'd lose him, but somehow I stayed on the trail. Suddenly, he dove into a pool of water in the middle of the forest, and still, I followed him as he swam deep beneath the surface. I wish I could have seen where he was going, but then I woke up violently without even my alarm clock going off, somehow thinking I'd overslept. I bolted out of bed only to see that it was only 7:59 AM. I guess now I'll never know what he was going to show me.

saving the world one cup of coffee at a time

so I went out to get coffee with one of my professors this afternoon, and we talked for a while about the speaker we had just seen and the applications the material had for our lives. Shouldn't that be what school is? Just a dialogue between teacher and student without having to worry about grades, grad schools, etc. where each feels free to challenge the other and there are no desks or podiums to hide behind.

So today I signed up for my classes for next semester...

and here's what I've got as of right now:

1. Cross Cultural Psychology
2. The Making of the Modern Self (a philosophy class)
3. Russian Lit--The Great Works in Translation
4. Muslims in Western Europe (for my Religion requirement)
5. Elementary Danish

I was really upset because the Hans Christian Anderson class I wanted to take was not listed!! I have emailed the program to inquire about this because that was one of the classes I was most looking forward to. I am really excited about the Making of the Modern Self Class. Hopefully the psych class won't be too bad. (I sort of need it to graduate, anyway, and it would be kind of lame taking "Cross-cultural" psych in America. Plus the Developmental Disorders class I was interested in is at 8:30 AM... and it's likely that I'll have to commute 45 minutes to get to school, so that's just not going to happen.) Also--the Gender, Body, and Sexuality class unfortunately was at the same time as the Making of the Modern Self class, so that sucked. I also want to look into the Food, Film, and Fiction class... that sounds delightful.

So I'm really excited to go to Denmark, but it kind of sucks that I didn't go last semester when I was in my funk. (Yeah, just take a look at my blog entries from last semester, and you'll see what I mean. I don't know if I was depressed per se, but something was "off" to say the least.) Now housing next year is so much more complicated.

but I don't even like raisins...

There was a raisin on my shoe when I took it off just now.
I do not know how it got there.
I don't even remember encountering any raisins today.

I needs me some culture

The other day, I realized that I have not been out of North or South Carolina in 7 years... and that was for a funeral, so that doesn't really count. Outside of my trip to California at age 3, I have not even been further West than about Asheville, NC. Sad.

Man, I can't wait to go to Denmark this fall.

V-day Especial

Hello everyone. So when I was procrastinating last night, I compiled the single best line for Valentine's day from each of the songs I played on my radio show... and it goes something like this:

"would you go along with someone like me?"
"I think I'm in love, but it makes me kinda nervous to say so"
"If you find yourself caught in love, say a prayer to the man above"
"fruit always tastes much sweeter when I'm with you"
"whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am home again"
"all I do is sleep all day and think of you"
"I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavor"
"Oh my lover for the first time in my life, my eyes can see"
"love is a tired symphony you hum when you're awake"
"you left a lovestain on my heart"
"If music is my lover, you are just a tease"
"hey, lloyd, I'm ready to be heartbroken"
"touch me, baby, tainted love"
"I need a lover with soul power"

all this dust

So I was wondering how it is that everything gets so dusty. Where the heck does it come from anyway? As I was pondering this mystery of life, I drew a squiggly design across the black background of my computer screen. Mere seconds after I did this, I actually watched a piece of dust get sucked onto my computer screen.

I feel like this should be a metaphor for something. All this dust. I mean there's dust on all of my things--my speakers, my picture frames, my dresser, my phone, my computer, etc. Dust is a part of our lives, and the thing is... we really can't stop it from coming. All we can really do is move it around. Displace it. Pull out the Swiffer, perhaps. But it will come back. It always does.

laundry day.

Some weeks after doing laundry, I realize that I
only wore one color scheme all week.