que voy hacer, je ne sais pas
I admit that sometimes I like bad music, but not that often. Lately, I'm all about the MJ--you can probably see me moonwalking across busy streets on my way to class in the morning (yes, this actually means that I've been attending them lately--for the most part).
I figured out my life plan earlier and wrote it down on a piece of paper--but I think I lost it. Oh well, just one more paper in a room full of paper that's covered with scribbles and half-thoughts. There are probably enough pages with my written words all over them to reconstruct a redwood.
But I did decide that I want to continue with the writing. That maybe an MFA is in my future--at some phatty university, like Stanford. So I can just write and hit on those cali boys all day long. I've dreamt about the Writer's Workshop since birth, but I don't know if I could put myself through an existence in Iowa--Kurt Vonnegut, or no Kurt Vonnegut. I have two books by one of the professors sitting next to me on my bed right now--John Allen McPherson, who won a MacArthur Fellowship Grant. [sidenote: I just found out that I did research with someone who won this same award--holy fucking shit, right?]
So the plan is to be in grad school some time before the little kid [read: younger sister, aged 17, senior year of high school who is entering college this fall] graduates from university. That gives me 4-5 years, pretty good, right?
I finished The Hours by Michael Cunningham [who I will hopefully meet later this summer, when he does his book tour...] and am currently reading The Known World by Edward P. Jones. The Hours ripped me to shreds inside and highlighted all of the things that I don't want to happen to my life [the whole muse/artist thing that Kait brought to my attention--who the fuck wants to be the muse? A lot of good that does you, right? Wouldn't it be more fun to be the artist? oh, this deserves its own entry entirely]. I need to read Mrs. Dalloway as soon as I can, but first I must read about 5,000 Faulkner novels.
I think I decided that my final paper for Faulkner will focus on the tragic mulatto in his books and then seeing how they were depicted otherwise in popular media, like the movie Pinky.
For my Caribbean Cinema course, I think I will focus on the films of either Tomas Gutierrez Alea or Rauol Peck. Then it will either be to see if it is indeed true that the characters of any given director are all tied together somehow, or focus on the African diaspora into the Caribbean.
Advising appointment is this Friday, then I will figure out the next steps in my academic life. This also means that I will call the brother later on Friday to propose his... sponsoring me, in sorts.
Books on my reading list:
The Stories of Breece D'J Pancake by Breece D'J Pancake
Pobby and Dingan by Ben Rice
Selected Stories by Andre Dubus
FBI Girl: How I Learned How to Crack My Father's Code by Maura Conlon-McIvor
They may have to wait until the summer. Bummer, right?
I figured out my life plan earlier and wrote it down on a piece of paper--but I think I lost it. Oh well, just one more paper in a room full of paper that's covered with scribbles and half-thoughts. There are probably enough pages with my written words all over them to reconstruct a redwood.
But I did decide that I want to continue with the writing. That maybe an MFA is in my future--at some phatty university, like Stanford. So I can just write and hit on those cali boys all day long. I've dreamt about the Writer's Workshop since birth, but I don't know if I could put myself through an existence in Iowa--Kurt Vonnegut, or no Kurt Vonnegut. I have two books by one of the professors sitting next to me on my bed right now--John Allen McPherson, who won a MacArthur Fellowship Grant. [sidenote: I just found out that I did research with someone who won this same award--holy fucking shit, right?]
So the plan is to be in grad school some time before the little kid [read: younger sister, aged 17, senior year of high school who is entering college this fall] graduates from university. That gives me 4-5 years, pretty good, right?
I finished The Hours by Michael Cunningham [who I will hopefully meet later this summer, when he does his book tour...] and am currently reading The Known World by Edward P. Jones. The Hours ripped me to shreds inside and highlighted all of the things that I don't want to happen to my life [the whole muse/artist thing that Kait brought to my attention--who the fuck wants to be the muse? A lot of good that does you, right? Wouldn't it be more fun to be the artist? oh, this deserves its own entry entirely]. I need to read Mrs. Dalloway as soon as I can, but first I must read about 5,000 Faulkner novels.
I think I decided that my final paper for Faulkner will focus on the tragic mulatto in his books and then seeing how they were depicted otherwise in popular media, like the movie Pinky.
For my Caribbean Cinema course, I think I will focus on the films of either Tomas Gutierrez Alea or Rauol Peck. Then it will either be to see if it is indeed true that the characters of any given director are all tied together somehow, or focus on the African diaspora into the Caribbean.
Advising appointment is this Friday, then I will figure out the next steps in my academic life. This also means that I will call the brother later on Friday to propose his... sponsoring me, in sorts.
Books on my reading list:
The Stories of Breece D'J Pancake by Breece D'J Pancake
Pobby and Dingan by Ben Rice
Selected Stories by Andre Dubus
FBI Girl: How I Learned How to Crack My Father's Code by Maura Conlon-McIvor
They may have to wait until the summer. Bummer, right?
3 Comments:
ahh, The Hours. i finished that last year. also ripped me to shreds. its funny when i read a new book. as soon as i finish it, i have to pick up my favorite book in the whole world (the bell jar) and read it from cover to cover. and then i pick a new book to tackle and the cycle continues.
isn't arbor day coming up...or earth day? you should plant like 20 trees.
oh shit, and you you're in A2, I'm in Kzoo (at K College) although many of my friends call Ann Arbor home.
Hope your senior year is going well, mines about over as well...only one more stinking quarter here at K.
oh apparently my other comment didn't get posted, I searched for "que voy hacer" 'cause I was listenign to Mano Chau and I thought I knew what it meant in Ingles, but wasn't quite sure.
I like your blog.
check out my livejournal (yuck, should have started online publishing on some site with a bit more cred...)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/theseer
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