Three years in the making
I'm not a superstitious person.
I just know something "big" is happening around me right now, and I'm trying to figure out what this means.
A brief rundown of the last little while, in no order of importance or relevance:
*Watched Almereyda's Hamlet, for no apparent reason than to say I did. Not terribly bad, but by no means great.
*Sat in on an abnormal psych class. Why? I don't know. It was a terrifying commingling of lab-based psychology, quantum physics, post-structural discourse, and other things I have no business talking about.
*Re-discovered two books that I've really been meaning to finish: The Great Code and The Power of Myth. They are connected in more ways than I can understand right now.
*Been playing with iTunes 4.9. I don't think I've ever been excited to use a piece of software before. Podcasts aplenty, an easy-to-use music store (that has some seriously awesome stuff).
*Found an old yearbook from 1995. Just at the cusp of my "lost years" (1996-1998) where I don't remember doing a single useful thing except teaching myself HTML on an overclocked 486. My hair was huge, my glasses were unfashionable, my ego was spectacularly out of control. I'm surprised I recognized as many faces as I did.
*Bought a third of a BBQ. No summer is complete without roasting meat outdoors.
*Three years ago this week marks my first of two appearances at the Maritime Writer's Workshop. Those two weeks made me what I am today. No doubt about it. I went there as an average, run-of-the-mill English student, but left as a writer, with all the trappings that the profession entails. (Of note: rum no longer has an effect on me; I've spent more money on poetry books than clothes so far this year; I don't have to justify taking an afternoon/evening off to read books that no one else has heard of; I have a detached air about me.)
So what does this all mean? If I knew that, I'd have finished writing something by now.
I just know something "big" is happening around me right now, and I'm trying to figure out what this means.
A brief rundown of the last little while, in no order of importance or relevance:
*Watched Almereyda's Hamlet, for no apparent reason than to say I did. Not terribly bad, but by no means great.
*Sat in on an abnormal psych class. Why? I don't know. It was a terrifying commingling of lab-based psychology, quantum physics, post-structural discourse, and other things I have no business talking about.
*Re-discovered two books that I've really been meaning to finish: The Great Code and The Power of Myth. They are connected in more ways than I can understand right now.
*Been playing with iTunes 4.9. I don't think I've ever been excited to use a piece of software before. Podcasts aplenty, an easy-to-use music store (that has some seriously awesome stuff).
*Found an old yearbook from 1995. Just at the cusp of my "lost years" (1996-1998) where I don't remember doing a single useful thing except teaching myself HTML on an overclocked 486. My hair was huge, my glasses were unfashionable, my ego was spectacularly out of control. I'm surprised I recognized as many faces as I did.
*Bought a third of a BBQ. No summer is complete without roasting meat outdoors.
*Three years ago this week marks my first of two appearances at the Maritime Writer's Workshop. Those two weeks made me what I am today. No doubt about it. I went there as an average, run-of-the-mill English student, but left as a writer, with all the trappings that the profession entails. (Of note: rum no longer has an effect on me; I've spent more money on poetry books than clothes so far this year; I don't have to justify taking an afternoon/evening off to read books that no one else has heard of; I have a detached air about me.)
So what does this all mean? If I knew that, I'd have finished writing something by now.
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