I've been dreading the winter for a while. About a day ago I finally pulled my thick Northface out of the closet, it's so well padded you don't need much else until it truly freezes and Chicago becomes tundraland.
I've been traveling a good bit around the US in the past few weeks - a lovely trip to New Orleans followed by Thanksgiving in Miami. I meet so many interesting people when I travel, even if it's in the US and New Orleans turned out to be such a spectacular city. I visited the above ground tombs, (Nicholas Cage already has a giant pyramid sized tomb waiting for him it turns out, talk about delusion of penile grandeur) a voodoo temple where the priestess actually hugged me, drank in the jazz that flows as freely as the booze there.... I met Tim Robbins, that was quite a silly celebrity encounter in a jazz club. I also met an adorable Canadian. I was there for a conference and made some interesting contacts...all in all as perfect as a trip gets.
Now just a little more coursework and writing/revising to get through before I'm free for December in Israel. How lovely that will be!
I feel that I have been pushed around like some imperfect little drudge in a program for genius wannabes. I'm done wannabe-ing, I'm just gonna do and be and I'm going to follow my own damn path.
I have listened to too many self-satisfied white haired men in hefty positions with big books that bear their names. Too many self-applauding people in my life, cyclically, telling me what to do and who to be. Fit me into this box, looks kinda coffin-like that's funny. This supposed drone is no one's clone she owns her cell-f like it or not. I'm falling asleep, I'm dreaming of all the wonderful places I'll go, the beautiful people in my life, the sunshine that will touch my skin in days to come.
