i'm going in for the kill.
i'm doing it for the thrill.
um, those were song lyrics, but they seem very appropriate right about now.
when I was in Portland, I read this student made pamphlet thing on hair.
it was absolutely hilarious.
it was made by the feminist student union (fsu, ironically)
and it basically featured a bunch of prose/poetry on hair, from a feminist perspective of course.
It was really interesting to see how people thought of hair.
There was this one poem, in particular, that was written from a stripper's perspective on hair. It was, um, intriguing.
well, yeah, you just made me think about that.
I never did tell you more about my experiences in Portland.
It was really cool. I didn't sleep much, because there was so much to do.
Downtown Portland has to be one of the hippest places I've ever visited.
There's a big music scene there, and tons of clothing stores, and restaurants and cafes, and much open eco-friendliness.
There this bookstore called Powell's is like the Barnes and Noble here on crack (that's a good thing).
And the girl whose room I stayed in was super sweet; she was kind of a big druggie, but not everyone there is like that, I just got lucky(?) I guess. Her mom was actually from El Salvador. Cool?
I visited a French class and Hum110, which is the only required class; it's like tok except better. The students' interactions in the classes is really what won my heart.
But enough about Portland, and more about war.
I've always wanted to read the Art of War by Sun Tzu, I think.
I think I have too many interests and not enough time.
I should really stop procrastinating, but I have to finish this post first.
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