I've spent the last couple of weeks moving into my new apartment. I'm very happy to be living with fellow comp lit grad student vicki, and in the part of graduate student housing where the rent is $200 less than the other part. And I actually have a view of still undeveloped hills.
Anyway, being back in the oc is more or less as awful as I thought it would be. It's like last year but replace nervousness with disillusionment. Also I have to start teaching this year. I had my first class yesterday and it went ok. I think it will more of a chore than anything else. I also find it ridiculous to be teaching anything to anyone.
That's all. This is the first nominee for song of the quarter:
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
your life of leisure
My worst fears have been confirmed: you are reading this blog. Or at least you were, until it became too difficult to continue blogging. It was just too much, what with the uploading of pictures and the writing about what I've been doing, and just, you know, the whole thing. But this blog will not die, partially because I will be going back to school and this will be the funnest part of my life.
So my final month in Berlin was awesome times 100. This is what I did, since apparently you care:
- learned that phil was staying in Berlin for August; hung out with phil
- hit up the berlin club scene. This was good because Americans don't like or understand techno even though they try when they are Berlin (sorry American friends). It was really fun, though weird to stay up all night while "sober." Also, real Berliners apparently only go to clubs like Panorama at 6 in the morning, and the famous djs don't come on till at least 8, and if you leave at 7:30 people make fun of you. Some clubs have ice cream and swings, some clubs have ping pong. There are no actual children though, because they all got drunk at the beer garden.
- before, I speak in german past tense. Then, I have in past tense german learned.
- I met Anne, my wonderful language partner from east berlin. We spoke about our weekend activities in german, and about the role of the stasi in everyday east german life in english. She also took me to Marzhan and Lichtenberg but we failed to get beat up by neo-nazis. So that's an experience that will have to wait. But it was cool cause they pained the housing boxes.
- went to artists' squats and galleries, saw more art, saw more ping pong
- hung out with fun people
- went to london, saw clare after a million years, did not walk on grass
And that's that. Now I am in Denver. During my summer long housing saga, I briefly entertained the idea of moving to los angeles. But now I will be moving to palo verde, California, and there will be Starbucks and Del Tacos everywhere, and I will be teaching this year, and Christians will yell at me on my way to class, and my teachers will either tell me to figure my shit out or pretend that I already have, and oh my god. The only bright point of the quarter will be when Sarah Palin starts speaking in tongues during the vice-presidential debate, but if John McCain wins the presidency by 126 imaginary votes in ohio, I swear I will kill myself by choking on my organic-arugula-free-range-brie sandwich while driving my prius off a cliff in san francisco. Otherwise, I'm glad to be back in the USA.
So my final month in Berlin was awesome times 100. This is what I did, since apparently you care:
- learned that phil was staying in Berlin for August; hung out with phil
- hit up the berlin club scene. This was good because Americans don't like or understand techno even though they try when they are Berlin (sorry American friends). It was really fun, though weird to stay up all night while "sober." Also, real Berliners apparently only go to clubs like Panorama at 6 in the morning, and the famous djs don't come on till at least 8, and if you leave at 7:30 people make fun of you. Some clubs have ice cream and swings, some clubs have ping pong. There are no actual children though, because they all got drunk at the beer garden.
- before, I speak in german past tense. Then, I have in past tense german learned.
- I met Anne, my wonderful language partner from east berlin. We spoke about our weekend activities in german, and about the role of the stasi in everyday east german life in english. She also took me to Marzhan and Lichtenberg but we failed to get beat up by neo-nazis. So that's an experience that will have to wait. But it was cool cause they pained the housing boxes.
- went to artists' squats and galleries, saw more art, saw more ping pong
- hung out with fun people
- went to london, saw clare after a million years, did not walk on grass
And that's that. Now I am in Denver. During my summer long housing saga, I briefly entertained the idea of moving to los angeles. But now I will be moving to palo verde, California, and there will be Starbucks and Del Tacos everywhere, and I will be teaching this year, and Christians will yell at me on my way to class, and my teachers will either tell me to figure my shit out or pretend that I already have, and oh my god. The only bright point of the quarter will be when Sarah Palin starts speaking in tongues during the vice-presidential debate, but if John McCain wins the presidency by 126 imaginary votes in ohio, I swear I will kill myself by choking on my organic-arugula-free-range-brie sandwich while driving my prius off a cliff in san francisco. Otherwise, I'm glad to be back in the USA.
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