This is my friend Murray. He passed away and is now overcoming his exhibitionistic tendencies by standing naked at the Exploratorium in San Francisco, California.
The dreaded Week 10 is upon us. Doomsday as it is known across the La Jolla campus of UCSD, students with eyes peeled open in wake of the terror that is to fall over us throughout finals week. Stale dreams of carpeted homes back in Pleasanton, Irvine, Los Angeles, and occasionally somewhere else in San Diego fill our minds, never having been so excited to return to Mom’s cooking or the local Pie ‘n Burger in Pasadena. I kind of feel like my friend Murray up there, disembodied.
My classes are about to come to an end and the fantasms of Christmas and Channukah are right over the other side. I’d kill to be anywhere but here now. Then again even if you gave me a fast-forward button I wouldn’t do it. Two weeks is a lot of time to enjoy myself and hopefully next quarter my mind will be a little less harried and my creative endeavours will come to fruition slightly more often. I apologize for missing a week in writing, but I was stranded at JFK for a night or two and shackled to furniture in the distant land of Southern Vermont for the days prior. But I’m back, and so are my incessant blatherings on life and love and the love of life. Let’s go get funky. I’m listening to LCD Soundsystem.