Friday, November 25, 2011

Writer's block

Far from home
origins temporally still.
A place, or thing you can always return to,
But present absence weighing
Miles lull east

Black Friday, and I'm laying on a couch in Cambridge, MA (which may or may not be a part of Boston), miles from home and family, as I chat with my next door neighbor who has landed herself in New Zealand.

Spending a holiday with another family indubitably leads to spending not-your-family time. In a few short days, general familial structure is unveiled; the individual, the collective, moments of disfunction, and the human difference that explains said disfunction. Is blood thicker than water? And whose blood are we talking about?



"Great Expectations"
Before & After spending $$$, and four years earning a liberal arts degree...


I moderate into Bard's upper college in a week and a half, give or take. It's hard to really count the days because it's not something I'm altogether prepared for... I shat out 5 pages of reflection (in the midst of midterm carnage), and worked quite hard on my 10 page paper, to be used as an example of work (the midterm that caused such carnage)... But ultimately, I don't know if I have such expectations surfacing; leading me to reflect on the possibility that, personally, such expectations never existed.