stream of unconsciousness entry

I've been busy lately, doing outside work and raking the backyard dirt before we build a retaining wall. I can feel my muscles (the ones I always forget I have until I play volleyball, or rake).

And I have cleaned out my junk and in doing so, have symbolically rearranged my life. I am organized; I am aligned with the common man and all that is good. Sometimes I can't tell when I'm making fun of myself.

Other than work, not much is new. I was thinking about my first-year poli sci TA today, probably because of the parade downtown and all the celebratory junk, but anyway... I remember that once when she tried to lead a serious discussion on the 'Israeli-Palestinian conflict', we all kept giggling like schoolgirls because her coffee mug on the middle of the table read, "Dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians." She wanted to start an anti-racist, anti-homophobic, feminist, marxist, political party. And anti-capitalist. And anti-patriarchy. Sometimes she was funny.

current mood: thirsty
current music: A disgruntled eastcoast fisherman on the radio