right on schedule
Taking a break from homework, I post on livejournal. How times have changed.
So I've read 57 works of literature this year. This puts me three away from my stated goal of sixty, and the books I'm going to finish up with are right next to me, actually. That feels vaguely final, as if the novels I've been reading have been providing some sort of weird context to the year. Next year's goal is to have read all of the authors in the Divine Comedy song "The Booklovers". I have 57 authors left, so in theory if I read one book by each author I'll be reading fewer works; however, that means that next year will have to be the year I finally finish Anna Karenina, so I suppose it even out.
Tonight I learned that the landscape design professor at Berkeley that M. is good friends with is in charge of transfers into the program. Apparently she talked about me, and said I was super talented and into comics and design- insert embarrassed look on my face here- and now she says he wants to meet me. Not only that, but he implied that if I got myself the qualifications and the GPA, I would get in to Cal essentially on M's recommendation. So that's something to work for for the next couple of years until I can get a semblance of financial aid; In theory I could enroll in Fall '09. It'll be tough, because design school takes up, well, all of your time and life, but definitely worth it.
Crap in a hat, I have to make a new portfolio.
Um. Here's something really cool. http://www.lkozma.net/wpv/index.htm l . It's a sort of map that highlights recent Wikipedia edits from around the world. I love living in the future.
So apparently I'm um, seeing someone. Which, in this context, means "unofficially/sort of dating" someone; I figure if they post that on their blog and my reaction is "oh, ok" then that's just the way things are. On that note, it's suddenly hit me that I rather enjoy reading about myself on other people's blogs. Is that a weird form of narcissism, or is it a weirder form of voyeurism? Are you still reading about you if it's you filtered through someone else's viewpoint, or are you instead reading about some character sketch that vaguely resembles the you that you know?
Hrm. This requires thought. And science.
So I've read 57 works of literature this year. This puts me three away from my stated goal of sixty, and the books I'm going to finish up with are right next to me, actually. That feels vaguely final, as if the novels I've been reading have been providing some sort of weird context to the year. Next year's goal is to have read all of the authors in the Divine Comedy song "The Booklovers". I have 57 authors left, so in theory if I read one book by each author I'll be reading fewer works; however, that means that next year will have to be the year I finally finish Anna Karenina, so I suppose it even out.
Tonight I learned that the landscape design professor at Berkeley that M. is good friends with is in charge of transfers into the program. Apparently she talked about me, and said I was super talented and into comics and design- insert embarrassed look on my face here- and now she says he wants to meet me. Not only that, but he implied that if I got myself the qualifications and the GPA, I would get in to Cal essentially on M's recommendation. So that's something to work for for the next couple of years until I can get a semblance of financial aid; In theory I could enroll in Fall '09. It'll be tough, because design school takes up, well, all of your time and life, but definitely worth it.
Crap in a hat, I have to make a new portfolio.
Um. Here's something really cool. http://www.lkozma.net/wpv/index.htm
So apparently I'm um, seeing someone. Which, in this context, means "unofficially/sort of dating" someone; I figure if they post that on their blog and my reaction is "oh, ok" then that's just the way things are. On that note, it's suddenly hit me that I rather enjoy reading about myself on other people's blogs. Is that a weird form of narcissism, or is it a weirder form of voyeurism? Are you still reading about you if it's you filtered through someone else's viewpoint, or are you instead reading about some character sketch that vaguely resembles the you that you know?
Hrm. This requires thought. And science.
