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“I am not a poet, only a very accurate recorder.” – Lolita (Vladamir Nabokov)

WHOO!!

Duluth, here I come!

I’ll be back Sunday. Now, I just need to find someone to give me a ride. Hmm.

I just spent the last two hours with Jack Horner (see: Jurassic Park, T-Rex soft tissue, etc.).

He’s a Texts & Critics fellow (William is one of his students), and tonight he gave a presentation to the T&C classes as a group, the essence of which was explaining why 6th cent. B.C. Greek artists were able to create more accurate renditions of a “dinosaur” than our scientists until 1964. It was pretty entertaining.

In other news, Little Ben announced tonight that he has proof that he coined the phrase “such is life.” Right-o.

Useful tip #1: 2/3rds of a cup of water is almost exactly equal to 3.5 shots of water (which is the exact amount of water needed for one packet of Easy-Mac).

Useful tip #2: When making Easy-Mac, it is far better to have too much water than too little. When you have too much water, not only do you have the option of microwaving it some more to get rid of the water, but you also avoid all the adverse effects of over-cooked Easy-Mac. Although having Easy-Mac soup isn’t the most desirable of situations, at the very least all the cheese mix dissolves and you avoid the grainy texture that overcooked Easy-Mac seems to have, and, although I seem to find myself chasing after those last few precious noodles much in the last-three-Cheerios-in-a-bowl-full-of-milk manner, that’s far better than having large clumps of noodles.

Additionally, the soupy texture makes it seem like you have more, simply because its more effort to eat. You stick your fork in, and by the time you get it to your mouth you’ve lost half the noodles. And more Easy-Mac, obviously, is a perk!

Lastly, if you put in too much water, you can make delightful discoveries and post about them on your blog.

In a totally unrelated event, I was informed today that I have been confirmed by the National ISEP board and Thammasat University, which means that I am officially headed to Bangkok next year!

and that’s just it– you reach the point where you have nothing left to give. your eyes are pink and your heart is hollow, and the rain pours down inside and out… and that’s when the piano holds me. the rain fades away, and i’m caught up in the arms of oscillating melodies and an expression more full than words could ever give out. i’m not a poet. i’m not an artist. not even a musician. but here i am. empty. hear my song. understand.