Well, I finally got all of my stuff over the mountain to Redmond. I put pack rats to shame. I have boxes and boxes of every paper, syllabus, assignment, paper I drew a penis on, etc from college. I can't seem to make the leap that I will never need to know what these papers have to offer me. Thank God I've never had a subscription to TV guide or I would be in trouble. I imagine I wouldn't be able to convince myself to be rid of those .... they would have to come with me. It's an amazing sort of insanity.

On a slightly less OCD note (maybe), I now have all of my books with me. This is good because now when I feel like depressing myself with T.S. Eliot poetry I can at a moment's notice.

Acutally, I was reading The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (I'm sure that is spelled wrong) last night and, well, I dunno what happened, but alot of it clicked in a different way for me. It has long been a poem that I go back and read every now and again, but this time it carried a whole new aspect. I found some of it absolutly hilarious. The poem, instead of being depressing, which it still sorta is, had such a sarcastic undertone I found myself laughing aloud to my not so empty room.

There are a few ways to read the poem. I was reading it as a love poem. Well, I shouldn't say "love" poem, but rather, I was reading it with the understanding that the poem is about his inability to ask a women the "questoin." And I was reading that as, and this is a very middle school way of saying it, "Will you go out with me?"

Anyways, when I got to the part about him comparing himself to Lazarus and John the Baptist I started cracking up real bad (I had giggled a few times before), because I feel like maybe this poem is a little bit of a joke on Eliot's part. I mean, how can you compare those two biblical characters to asking someone out, it's a hilarious contrast really. Seeing the severed head of John the Baptist definatly preaching next to frail Mr. Prufrock, who is to shy to ask for a date, was quite funny. The two images were such a hilarious contrast. I am a nerd, yes, but I implore you to read this poem and find all these hilarious parts. Like "Do I dare disturb the universe," which is a little funny too. But, was this Eliot's intention? I dunno. The whole part about the night being spread out on table like an etherized patiant got me laughing too.

Other then that I bought a rice cooker.

peace