May 12th, 2004


literary lapses

every muscle aches with a memory.

the pain makes day-to-day life miserable, but the memories tied to it are energizing and invigorating.

if i were a better writer i'd do something with that, but i'm at a loss right now.

i'm all caught up in thinking about the fountainhead this morning and i wish that more of you jerks would read it so i could talk about it and be understood. although, at the moment, i barely understand the connection.

i'm just picturing those days when dominique would go to the rock quarry and see howard slaving with every last bit of his energy. and when he walked back home he'd be completely drained and physically exhausted. but he was a slave to no man. he never sold out to anyone.

ah fuck i dunno...

i need to read that book again.

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she's high class, baby

so my calc prof is not russian.

however, he is chinese.

and short.

so, not only can i not understand what he is saying, i can only see half of what he writes on the board.

oh well.

lecture is just long enough for me to finish most of my homework in class. (thank god he only assigns 20 problems each day!)

i'm really glad that the hardest part about calc for me is just showing up for class. i don't need to be taught; i can teach myself. and i'm very grateful for that.

i can't imagine what a pain it must be to actually need another person around to interpret information for you. to break things down and explain them.

i'm not saying i'm a genius or anything. i just learn better from a text book. and from experience. trial and error.

back to homework...