Got to travel a bit during the December hiatus. Among the highlights were Amsterdam where I visited a friend who lives there and the vintage shopping was GOLDEN. Got a couple ponchos and a big.fur.hood.coat. Macklemore im coming for youu.
I also made it to San Fran and then LA for the New Year.
San Fran involved some Muir Woods wanderings (can't get enough of those grandmother Redwoods)
anddd going out in the Castro&Market St. The streets along the Mission district are full of vibrant, colorful muses, dirty dream-trapped hippies, and foreign street vendors bright-eyed with the prospect of a quick buck one of their Panda hats could bring. I also stumbled upon a Pug in a Wagon on the beach. So, there's that.
Once in LA, the clock struck twelve and Britney and I were jamming to "Lucky".
Grade A Karoake for another bombdiggity year.
Now it's back to the Classicc City and classes started today!
First class-Creative Writing. And my teacher is an older, African American with longggg dreads named Reggie.
He's one of the most passionate people about writing I've ever met. But in a subtle way. Like when he talks he whispers, as if the craft he speaks of is too hallowed to say at a regular volume. I LOVE HIM.
We're writing only short stories and his last line of today's class to defend the glory of a good short story was: "Novels are the most unnatural form of narratives. Humans, you, me, him, speak in anecdotes. Legends, myths, oral lessons, are all passed down in anecdotes. The short story is an anecdote and we've been doing it for thousands of years and, if you ask me, we've gotten pretty good"
Of course he whispered such a thing in his smoky, smooth manner and it got me super pumped to start! First story's due in a week. Leyyygo.
Of course he whispered such a thing in his smoky, smooth manner and it got me super pumped to start! First story's due in a week. Leyyygo.
