today much like yesterday
making media
roll of film return;jean, wilson, dom, chandra, respeak, feed, finalfive
panel on "academic excellence"I wanted to observe validity of broad versus deep learning my point got cluttered in rhetoric and revenge and keeping track of each and every nuance point I wanted to make ug but I came back in the midst of student -> faculty evaluation praisation
gots to have teachers write our asses up at the end of the semes - enough of this a,b,c shit, give me my progress, some recommendations, classroom character sketch
latetonight chatting with wilson, ben, nedyet more thought to next semester,I want to hear about ben's freshman romance he wants to hear about everyone wilson's ever had sex with at swat
wilson starts to tell him, "it's no secret"
I don't think ben was ready for that.suffice to say I go to school with some funny mutherfuckers
ben pautious pomposity and pedantic word placement wilson pedantic word placement at a plus de phrantique pace ned, half cocked on a single beer, and I suffice to guffaw and hilarit - keep the flow go in a week an a half, I'll be on the roa
today's panel it became apparent - it costs $30,000 to go to swarthmore and whether or not I want to be financially considerate that is a resource concentration that might be better off in more humble personal learnings damn I love this place, and the tachers, students are great,
maybe it's end of the semester separation anxiety the thing pullin' me 'way the most,
got a vision this: house, mine, alone,
fourty minute walk from a small town with a grocery store, a pub, and a library.
read and write a book
old medium to reach older folksdevelop two hundred pages continuity and self-publish that shit. (livin' some, sounds like ireland
6am finish webbing, early wakeup to workbirds already on their way to the office
good thing I library napped and ate late
justin hall | <justin at bud dot com>