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It continues.

2004-11-20 - 1:18 a.m.

I stare at the moon,
And ask it a boon,
To meld emerald wings,
Of forgotten things,
That sink none too soon.

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There's a delapidated shack out on I-35, past the new shopping complex but before Illinois. The wind is a population of 1, coils of rope singing a same old tune, with timid streaks of sunlight peeking in like a six year old. There is no death, no life, only dust and the wind that died in the ropes, the melody of time clear in the silence.

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Life is a caricature: no more carnal in its diddling paces, no less thoughtful in its sun-dust light show. To say this is comfortable would be right. To say that's comforting is not as on the mark.

I finished my 7th round of revisions on my Ford essays. Dr. C and I agree that they're about spotless now, just a cut or added word here and there. I have almost begun to believe the grassroots hero I created on paper. It's almost touching if you read it. Xtian certainly thought so when he reviewed my personal statement. It was just the both of us last night at open mic night, with him being oddly distant and me listening to the bands. We never did name the 7th night of our week long 'which band would you want featured at a 7-day music festival?" question. It's not my place to delve into the mind-stuff of others. They oblige when appropriate, and stay silent otherwise.

Statistics. Studying studying studying. I've shifted from mild depressed panic to encouragement, moving through more material for the second time and making sure I can do this or that type of problem on the fly--instead of getting it caught in my fly.

Dunn Bros. had another musical feature tonight, an two person cornucopia of instruments with a non-structured, make it as you go approach. They tried encouraging audience people to try out this or that instrument, but it was only in the second set that a sugar siren gave her version of "norweigian jazz". Funny enough, afterward and during, there were two comics, one black man using a standard approach and this wide-eyed gutter chick, sporting an "I'm so out of my mind but calm that I frighten and amuse you" schtick. I was used as a prop in both cases. Studying statistics and punching on a calculator does that in a small crowd.

Both comics were pretty damn funny.

Later I became extraordinarily angry for no reason while I did my laundry and stats.

Now I'm just numb. 3 more days until my 2nd stats midterm...and then a week and change to start and finish a stats project...and two weeks to start and finish my national science foundation essays...and three weeks to start studying for the stats final...and...

And conventional wisdom is bullshit: every person is an island, a tourist-trap waiting to happen, but you can either be La Guardia International or Nantucket.

I am a strip of concrete on a glacier somewhere. Thankfully this doesn't seem to bother anyone for the time being.

Hygiene, bed, coma.

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