Hello, Old Friend

....aaannd we're back.

Miss me?

Funny how being stuck in bed for two days (I should just rename this place Les Invalides and get it over with) and finding the end of the internet will inspire one to finally post again.  I'll begin by wrapping up my amazingly brief  summer in like fashion (briefly, that is).

• Worked a lot.  Made some money.  Spent it (on what, I couldn't say, I just know it's gone).
• Read/finished many books that had been haunting me for a while.  That felt good.  You want names, fine, I'll give you names: Quicksilver and The Confusion by Neal Stephenson, Valis by Phillip K. Dick, House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, The Most Beautiful Woman In Town and Other Stories,  Factotum, and Tales of Ordinary Madness by Charles Bukowski, a biography on Keith Haring I'm too lazy to look up right now, Choke, Beautiful Monsters, Survivor, and Diary (audiobook) by Chuck Palahniuk, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (of course, and in under a day, natch), and a couple others I'm blanking on at current.  Actually, looking over that list I'm starting to understand where my endless summer went.  I regret nothing.
• Visited Joe and Jodie in the quaint hamlet of Harlem on the remote island of Manhattan and had an absolutely fantastic time, despite illness for most of the week.  Could  probably do several posts on just this point alone, but will instead hit the higherlights. Avenue Q, fried mac and cheese out of an automat, getting plastered on the stoop, stumbling to the gay bar, Joe doing karaoke at the gay bar, Joe and me doing karaoke at same bar, stumbling back from the gay bar, breakdance battle on the subway, drinks and sushi at Morimoto, two high rise fires in one day, Moroccan and Indian food out, Chinese food and Buffy with Jodie in, and of course beaucoups de crazyass people on public transit.  Especially drunk, loud girl on the bus to the airport on our way home.  Thank you, loud, drunk girl.  I hope that guy you got off with didn't rape/murder you (he seemed nice enough) and you made it to the airport in time to meet your boyfriend who may or may not beat you depending on who asks you about those hideous bruises on your legs.  Also, I'm sorry you lost your weed.  Bummer.
• Took some great workshops from Ross Richmond (hot glass sculpting) and Brent Cole (slumping/fusing).  Worked for Curt on his production line and felt reasonably competent about it.  

And that about sums it up.  Tune in next time for a complete nervous breakdown re: trying to do my thesis/graduate.