What's Up

Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
And I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
ooh, ooh ooh
and I try, oh my god do I try
I try all the time, in this institution
And I pray, oh my god do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

--4 NON BLONDES

Ask me for this song, and you shall receive.

I'm feeling a little peculiar. There is no way you can hear this song and not sing just a little bit, and dance just a little bit. IF you are capable of such a lack of fun, you are in immediate need of a strawberry-cicle, made with real fruit. I can help you in this regard, but please don't delay. You're only hurting yourself.

I can't explain it, but just like the ridiculous fun of this song, I've been rejuved. All of my classes are pretty great. I would recommend them all to anyone. Then again, I'm recommending this song as well, so one should take my recommendations carefully. ;-)

I've been thinking about how much I've got going for me, and realize that the contradictions within living are going to be devastating and enriching, comforting and frustrating and so long as I maintain the freakishly passionate jumping off bridges throwing down lightsabers, 'Fuckin A' yelling insanity which somehow does not diminish the charm* which endears me to those I hold dear, I'll continue to find love and support from my family and joy in the things that matter, like friendships and strawberry-cicles and classes like:

the samurai tradition (comp lit/japanese departments)
the modern lit of india, (comp lit/indian department)
memory/modern fiction (comp lit/hungarian department)
italian (italian department)
&
dante (comp lit and italian department)

that keep me open minded, absorbing as much as possible while tackling the complication that is cultural translation, and in some cases lingual translation. Everyday we translate ourselves for ourselves and for others and so much gets lost, and so i think we cherish our relationships with others because we look to them to fill in the gaps which we find within ourselves, void and tapping to be filled, completed and overflow with that which others attempt to translate about themselves.

=-)