its snowing! unbelievable. i just turned in my second draft of my ma paper. 32 pages. whew, i hope it’s next to complete and i don’t have to write it again. i’m listening to this dj kicks he’s great…i think maybe southern france african electronic genre…ok, very random i know, but this is why i love the scorpio because she gets all this stuff. anyways…so i checked out the new apartment i’m moving into in february. it’s the most disgusting piece of shit apartment i’ve ever seen…but it’s in a cool, building, i’ll be paying 250 dollars less a month for rent, and i think it has potential. the painful part is…it’s like a third of the size of my apartment right now…there’s no view…it’s on a very busy intersection across from all the bars…so loud! and it’s been inhabited by a chubby sweaty man from turkmenistan for the past 11 years. i wanted to cry when i saw it…but okay…i have to deal with it, because this is the realistic price range for my shitty teaching assistant salary.
so i’m almost completely out of treats and won’t be able to afford anything for about a month…but it’s cool, because i’ve been running again and need to focus for the next 12 days. today i have to go to the library and research a topic...and read read read read…for the next 2 days i will turn into a reading machine, drinking tea, underling, highlighting…but actually what i’m reading is pretty cool. i’m reading about performance and this woman marina abromovic from former jugoslavia. she apparently gave this radical performance where she stripped down naked on a stage, then sat at a table and drank a glass full of honey and then chugged a bottle of red wine. then she stood up and smashed the empty wine glass with her hand and blood went everywhere and then she took out a whip and started whipping her back, then she took out a razor and cut a 5 pointed star into her stomach…and THEN she went and laid down on a block of ice and bled. and she just laid there. till finally the people from the audience got very nervous and came up onto the stage and rescued her and called the ambulance….—so this is important because she came up with a performance that was able to break the ‘wall’ between the audience and the stage. very interesting.
and the presentation i gave last week was pretty cool too. i was using foucault to help me argue that the place of the ‘bed’ is a site of transportation. because it transports one from the real world to the fantastic realm of dreams. haha. foucault’s essays on space are really fun to read. he’s talks about mirrors and in mirrors there is a space…and there is also a space where the image of oneself is reconstructed and recognized….i don’t know…i guess what i’m reading is cool…so that’s nice…cause there’s a lot to read.

on that note, i’m gonna head out into the snow now and get to the library.
ciao.

ps. evel knievel man....rip.
i was all high and emotional last night when i heard he died so i called my mom and said...'yeah but evel knievel jumped the snake river and if he can to that on a motor bike, i can certainly finish all my papers.'...and then my mom answers with a dry voice..."yeah, but evel knievel didn't make the jump...he took a baseball bat instead and beat up a bunch of cops and had to go to prison for a couple of years." and that kind of killed my analogy.