TИAЯ

I was bookmarking my horribly composed reader for one of the classes. It had no table of contents and it was impossible to find anything in it. And to make it a perfectly OCD endeavor I decided that bookmarks have all to be on the same side and all be readable from one side. The problem is that the bookmarks were writable only on one of its surfaces. So, in order to make it all accord to the plan, I had to write on some of my semi-transparent articles in reverse. RAWLS had to become Z_IWAЯ etc. etc. What struck me is how quickly my brain adapted to the task. After an attempt or two my crooked reverse letters pored as if there was no reversal at all. I wonder why. It also made me regress somewhere deep into my childhood when that kind of behavior was to be overcome rather than mastered.

Tracy

This semester for me is a blast. I am taking linguistics, lit&cultural theory, politics of modernity and Shakespeare. My Shakespeare and Cultural Theory professor is a more fun version of Tracy. His unshakable staples are "Welcome, you are late", "Welcome, welcome, welcome" (no shit!), "There is much more to say", "Great point", "Absolutely" and he pulls his chair to the middle of the room, crosses his skinny legs and gestures with his hands. He might, in fact, be doing Tracy better than Tracy himself. Never ever has the hermeneutic circle sounded so seductive.

Carts and marts

Today I have seen some surprisingly effective contemporary art. Maybe because it seemed less of an exhibition venue and more of an artsy amusement park. "The Dark Universe". Before you enter, together with a brochure, one gets a warning note: "You are about to enter an exhibition with intense audio visual installations. These installations can trigger seizures with people who suffer from epilepsy." Dizzying strobes, tangible sounds, darkness and space. The kind of art that cares about its audience. And then I was looking at some Newmanns at Stedelijk and their size was clearly betraying a self-consciousness of a completely different kind.

Fridarrrrgg

Gosh why am I so exhausted and irritated? Especially considering the fact that February has been extremely goodnewsworthy, comfortable, and happy for me.
I am tempted to assume it is my nicotine withdrawal finally kicking in but it has been quite some time since I stopped. Too much coffee? Too little coffee? Books for my new term are too expensive (that might be it, over 250 euros in total)? The world and people in it do not conform to my expectations (it was raining horizontally two days ago; today it is horizontally snowing)? My skin is dry after a shower. It has been too many emails. Gosh I'm tired of emails. They disconnected my TV. My bike is a prisoner of the garage of which I don't have a key. Holy shit, at the beginning of the post I really was at a loss why I was so irritated, now it is crystal clear. More coffee it is then.