Strangechord

I am wiped. What’s going on is that I talk all day long, talk talk talk, to student friends and acquaintances at school, to Jeremy, to my mom on the phone (every day these days since she’s going through a bad time), in my Friday night progressive think tank group, to professors, on and on. Then I hit this entry box and I don’t want to have to write out everything I’ve been talking about all week long. Rrr.

Here’s one of those lazy stream of consciousness paragraphs I write every so often. I think I’ll call this one “things I talked about today.” This is typical for a school day:

What to call the Friday night political group. talking bumper sticker and t-shirt one-liner ideas with mom. Her heavy/light call today with my grandmother. Car commentary with Jeremy on songs from “Juju” and “Pornography”. Foster care system shortcomings with Celeste; her experience working in foster res care as compared with my experience in foster care. Science as only one way of looking at the world out of many possible perspectives, but we’re conditioned to believe science is the end all be all remedy that’s going to save our asses instead of what I tend to believe, which is that it’s part of what got us into this mess and only exacerbates destruction. Guy at my table at lunch asking me if I’d ever read Plato…forthcoming conversation on Western philosophy. He: there’s no greater philosophy than logic (praise the dead white Western male thinkers!) Me: studying dead white Western male thinkers sucks (but more eloquent). Rundown of professor survey stats with Dr. Sullivan (will blog more on this later). Hiking chatter with Earl. Laughing over erectile dysunction magazine ad with Katie. Band, yerba matte and future career chatter with Mateo. Debate with Nathan over the virtues of science. Quoting Antonin Artaud to Dr. Blazak: “Let the people have their madness!” Poo-pooing Valentine’s Day (consumer schlock) with Jeremy. Laughing with Nia instructor. Crystal: why is it that one has to have taken all sorts of classes in college to know what white privilege means? Me: good question. Gourmet chocolate and GBLT youth hate crime chatter with Mary. Getting help from the postal clerk in using the automated machine. Mom telling me I should run for President (what a ghastly idea!).

Now that I’ve written about what I’ve talked about, I am actually kind of sick of thinking right now.