Look right through me.

I've been feeling really "drifty" since I returned. Like I can't figure out if I was really gone for two weeks and if my time in Los Angeles was real, and it's probably extra confusing that I'm not returning to my old routine of a dayjob (even though I wouldn't want to go back there to save my life....okay, maybe if it was truly life-dependent I would.....). All the parts of my life seem to be floating, jumbled in a cloud, and one by one they are falling down to the ground and becoming real, but I can't control what falls when and where. But last night I went to a memorial service and it was ridiculous and touching and cliche and sad (as most all of these things are) and during and afterwards I felt myself slowly coming back into my body. I'm still trying to get my bearings, but I feel myself moving towards stability. I mean, not that my life is particularly stable right now, but I can be stable in the midst of it.

I know this is a bit late, but I'm still obsessed with this essay from Harper's May issue by called "The Case for Abolishing the United States Senate".
( the full article isn't online, but here's an abstract and citation )

Speaking of pretentious magazines, while at school, I joined an online conference with my fellow writer students to discuss The New Yorker. And now I'm trying to brainstorm all of this into a pitch for a column for a online magazine.

While I enjoy writing and reading in my boxers, I think it's time to shower and get dressed so I'll feel like a more productive citizen. I keep avoiding the task of organizing and filing my papers and desk, but at least my tools of procrastination are things like completing a writing exercise, sending a query, and reading my first book for school. Right now, I'm all about novellas. Reading them and writing them. I'm bringing them back. Wait, were they ever popular? Hmm, perhaps that should be topic of my 5 page critical paper: Novellas: They're Back, and They're on Pogs!