Ramblin'

The past month has been, in a word, super.


/[insert philip glass score here]

Immediately prior to Thanksgiving I embarked upon a tour of graduate schools in the Northeast. I learned a great many things on this trip, chiefly that modernist architecture of the 60s was a sham and that schools with boucoup endowment should think twice before running with the style of the times. I imagine the Cold War was the main impetus for throwing money at International Policy programs; perhaps that in itself explains the tragic lack of imagination manifested in the design of the facilities.


/wtf, Wilson?



/wtf, SIPA?




/wtf, Kennedy?


/wtf, Fletcher?!

Shitty architecture notwithstanding, I learned a lot about potential futures. Moreover it was sublimely relaxing to spend 10 hours listening to music while riding Amtrak, and more importantly, I was able to spend time with sundry Grade-A people, some new, some old, some of whom I hadn't seen in a long, long, long time.

I also got to experience the magic that is Hoboken, NJ.


/"oh a song by the fire, pass the pipe, pass the bowl"


/and feel the wheels a'rumblin 'neath the floor


/I saw the lights fading out


/leavin' Boston, however, a real pain in the ass

Then came Thanksgiving. Warmly predictable, tranquil, refreshing.


/extra gravy

I painted a fence green and was taught the rules of the "Anal Car" game, which is nothing more than the word "Anal" followed by any model of car, thus: Anal explorer, anal odyssey, anal escape, anal fiesta, anal ram, etc. Juvenile, sure, but undeniably fun on long car trips. John you anal voyager.


/pre-game

A bitchin' Christmas party, another week, and by the grace of God another surprise jaunt, this time via fucking Learjet, back to New York, where I was called "Santa", ate some delicious sausage, and saw Lou Dobbs in person, all within a two-hour span. Fog in Richmond led to an unplanned overnight layover in New Jersey, and now here I am.


/dad, pensive



That's it and that's all. I feel beat.


hoo-ha!