Maybe this is best as a once-a-week thing...

So I blogged a lot in the beginning....now i have less to say--at least until the quarter ends.
I feel like I've bleen flipping out lately. I can't take this anymore. It's a few days until June, and I won't be done with finals until June 8th. less than 2 weeks...

But oh! I got a really cool summer job. I'm going to translate Georg Simmel's "Der Raum und die raumliche Ordnung der Gesellschaft" (Space and the Spatial [Organization] of Society) <--look, I made a translation decision! for this really well-known theory professor who's going to present it next year. It's part of Simmel's most important work, and parts of this piece are very famous, but apparently, there are parts of it that have never been translated into English. I'm psyched, but I feel like it's a bigger summer responsibility than I thought i would have when I thought I might become his office lackey/receptionist. But on the bright side, it's a great opportunity, I really want to read this piece anyway, I was committed to keeping the German up this summer, I think he wants to be my "mentor," and wow, if he's in, I have completed a dissertation committee already. Or at least broken the ice and curried the favor of the three ethnographer/theorists in the dept. In any case, I also have to study for my prelim exam and do some novel-reading and re-reading theories long forgotten--And, most importantly, I need to kick it. I need to, bike, play frisbee, and travel. I need to get my drink on, get my mack on, and get my weed on so hardcore that I really start to look forward to going back to school in the fall.

The last apartment situation sort of fell apart. I didn't actually do anything to deserve this, but the 42-year old male roommate we were going to have took me off the lease. The move was so shocking that Juhi, my friend, who is also pretty good friends of the dude, is seriously thinking of pulling out...she hasn't signed yet....we'll see.
So I'm moving to my friend, Beckett's, very nice 4-BR apartment for the summer. I will move again in Sept. after carefully selecting a new place, either with Juhi, or just with Pooittle. I dunno...sometimes I think I like living alone. I can do whatever I want all the time. then i think it would be nice to be able to share things, interact with somebody else every day who you really get along with...and i keep remembering something Pam said in Berlin last year. Remember when she almost died from Carbon Monoxide because of that coal heating? She said, "Wow, if I died from that. Nobody would have found my body for, like, 3 days, until the dude came to check the place and pick up the rent." Yeah, weird, right? I feel like after a couple days, people would wonder where I'd been, but nobody would think that I was dead in my apartment, you know? So, right, it's nice to have a roommate.

And with that note, I am off to bed...I haven't figured out whether we get memorial day off or not. I really don't know whether I should go to class tomorrow.

eh,

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