since putting up that picture i thought, “hey that’s sort of narcissistic isn’t it?” but then it occurred to me that it’s just about the same as having an author’s bio on the back sleeve of a book, which is standard practice, and i didn’t feel as bad. plus i want people to be able to know who to make fun of if they ever see me out in the street somewhere.

i keep thinking about this one thing and i’m pretty sure that isn’t doing anyone any good because overanalyzing usually gets in the way of enjoying. and i enjoyed yesterday afternoon for an hour between classes quite a lot, and i should just be excited and go from there and try to play it cool instead of worrying. but then here i am writing this like a goon, which is probably a symptom of my not doing a good job of not worrying…

i know i sound like an idiot. how about a book review? i haven’t done that in ages and that’s nice and distracting and off-topic. yes, let’s do that.

–jean-paul sartre’s no exit. i really like sartre and so even though this was for my existentialism class i was all for it. the play seemed underdeveloped though, in all honesty, and to just sort of stop in the middle of nothing really happening. sure, that’s sort of the point of the philosophy, but it didn’t make a very exciting one-act, is all i’m saying. perhaps the finer points of the dialogue will be more enlightening after i’ve read the corresponding passages on human relations from being and nothingness, which i have to do for my last paper of college next week. i’ll let you know if that’s the case.

–art spiegelman’s maus. what a great idea! a holocaust tale (all true), told in graphic novel form through cat and mouse characters. great concept and done pretty well. i thought just now how corny it’s going to sound when i say, “it really brought it down to a personal, human level,” but that won’t change the fact that it’s true. the father-son interactions give you a strange mix of sympathy and annoyance with the father (auschwitz survivor),and some of the camp descriptions are pretty brutal — it’s not edge-of-your-seat stuff or anything, but it was a good solid read if you aren’t embarrassed to be reading comic books. which you shouldn’t be unless you’re a jerk.

there, that was fun, right? now back to looking forward to the cursive show friday — another thing i apparently can’t stop talking about because i am boring.

[now hearing this: dntel – ‘the dream of evan and chan’, which apparently you have to listen to instead of the postal service cause it’s so much better. i guess.]