Whiskey and meat loaf the smell of cigarettes, conversation fills the air, lunch time breaks. Entertaining unnecessarily mundane thoughts like; what is the true meaning of glib and do I pen glib items? Gee, I really like that Eminem song 'Stan' and who is the girl who sings? Am I a bad art fag because I like an eminem song? Should I quit eating meat which I am close to doing, I quit eating ALL dairy products. I am at times slightly obsessive compulsive, I spell and do math tables in my head when I am bored. I often conjugate french verbs and make up stories while people watching. I am consumed by others in public spaces and try to process their conversations, filing away little items to be used at a later date. Funny, I often pretend I don't want to be talked to (years of living in the city) when in reality, I am easily engaged in conversation. I am embarrassingly chatty with salespeople, something I get from my Dad who never met a stranger. Jovial doesn't even begin to describe him. What is the opposite of serious? That's him. I know I will be a very chatty and annoying old man, holding up the line at the grocery store.
Being a graduate student means knowing that compliments are almost never handed out. Items, ideas and opinions are picked to death, examined to death and extracted of any nuance, joy or color they once contained. Living in such a hyper microcosm a.k.a school, drives most batty. Surprising then, to be patted on the head by an ancient professor, who I once thought was a real bastard. He is well read, well educated, well published, lived in Italy; I think he even knew Bernard Berenson and Gertrude Stein. A job well done, good ideas and tut tut...smart thrown in. I gloat, and how easily I am energized as a student of art. Blaaaah! Secretly and quietly to myself; I ROCK!
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