Okay, so it's way late and I need to study... First day back at school today, semester is already in full swing. In brief, I have two short stories to read and a circulatory system to turn inside-out and memorize in the next two days. And I haven't even started calculus yet - that's tomorrow. Yick. Let the fun begin...
Memphis rocked. We rocked Memphis. $450 in records between the two of us. Funk, soul, blues, R&B, garage...you name it, we bought it. Barry White? Check. The Delfonics? Check. Link Wray? Check. Billie Holiday, Big Boy Crudup, James Brown, Neil Diamond, The Temptations, Marlene Dietrich (yes, that Marlene Dietrich)...Check, check, check, check, checkmate. Ate dinner at a place that used to be a service station. Ate ribs. Drank Pabst (surprisingly hard to find). Swam in the hotel pool. Went to Graceland. Saw some jumpsuits, took a flash photograph in the tv room (naughty), and saw a whole lotta gold and platinum. We laughed, we cried (not really - if we did, it was only because we were laughing so hard). It was beautiful. Kurt's conclusion? "Memphis ain't got shit on you and me."
*sniffle*
And now I'm back in school with a kick ass English teacher from New Yawk and a miserably self-centered anatomy instructor whose primary goal is to get us to buy her miserable artwork, rather than to teach us anatomy. "We're studying blood. I'm a doctor of genetics. Here's a picture I did of myself, superimposed over an image of a microscopic view of butterfly wings, symbolizing the masks we all wear in our social lives, as well as the fact that underneath those masks, we are all..." butterflies? How beautiful. Pass the tissue. The ink on her doctorate is still wet, I'm sure. Seriously. At least 15% of the slides she showed today were of her own artwork. That'd be like...well, like me having my own website dedicated to me bitching about, well, me....
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Posted by stephanie at September 2, 2003 09:21 PMHmmmm... Self portraits and wings are NEVER a good idea. Hopefully she won't start showing you black and white images of herself in flowy little nightgowns looking childlike and pensive. Blech! If I hear one more lame metaphor about the masks we wear in our society.... GRRRRR.....
Posted by: Tracey at September 3, 2003 08:41 AM