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and it was raining

On my bike-ride home from school today I saw: an old VW campervan next to an old VW bug at a stoplight and they were both the same shade of orange, a portly middle-manager looking fellow in khakis and a blue button-down shirt skateboarding up a hill, a couple of people riding tall custom-built leisure bicycles, and a woman wearing high heeled boots for biking. They were kind of awesome and I told her so. She said “They do the trick.”

Yesterday in class I had a great interaction. We’ve been introducing ourselves a lot this past week, and in the 8am class we did it again. “State your name and something about you.” At 8am I said “I’m Justin and I think Joss Whedon’s best work was on Astonishing X-Men.” Nerd talk, but fine. Going around the room we got to Corey, who is a big guy from Houston, who served in Afghanistan (I don’t know which branch of the military) and then got an MA and now is getting this degree. He says his bit, but tacks onto the end, “And Justin, Joss Whedon is overrated.” I’m mock outraged and we all laugh and life is good.

In the afternoon class, we’re doing basically the same thing, going around the room saying our names and what our undergrad was in and whatever. This time I’m near the end. Corey has already introduced himself before it gets to me. I say “I’m Justin and I have an anthropology degree and then I was inspired to go get a journalism degree by Transmetropolitan, the graphic novel by Warren Ellis. And if Corey,” I say, theatrically gesturing to his side of the room, “has a problem with Warren Ellis, we may have to step outside.” Everybody laughs. Someone asks, mock incredulously “Are we going to see a fight?” Everyone immediately puts their money on the big black man who’s been trained to kill people, and I’m mock-outraged and life is good.

In the class break I find Corey to talk comics (we agree that Neil Gaiman is a genius and that the way Whedon brought back Colossus might not have made complete sense) and another classmate tells me/us how freaked out our prof had looked as that exchange had happened, like he was going to have to break up a fight. So that was even more fun to know after the fact.

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The other day I got an email from my anthropology friend about his crazy ass year coming up. He’s spending the summer on a dig 6 hours north of Irkurtsk in Russia with everything he’s going to need in his backpack. They’re excavating 25 late neolithic burials. He is one of those guys who gives every impression of doing exactly what he wants to be doing. In fall he’s going to Sheffield in England, which was the only grad school he applied to. But he’s not one of these pricks who shows off. I know he wasn’t the top academic in our class, but man, that guy puts in effort to learn stuff with a kind of high energy laidbackness, that just makes you feel bad when you know he’s got things wrong. Dean Moriarity had Dale’s face for me. Really cool guy. His email got me thinking about who I know now that I’m going to make an effort to remain in contact with for the unforseeable future. It worked out to about 10 people, which was more than I expected.

I read a scene in This Side of Paradise at lunch today which I swear has happened to me. Not in details or even the flow of the thing, just the vague nature of the scene. The bare skeleton of a situation made it, a scene which could have felt a million different ways, felt exactly the same to me although every detail and motivation was ultimately different. Mmm.

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