Laundry Day

So today I got the key from Matt and did my laundry next door for the first time. Unfortunately, the dryer over there is not so great. Each load of clothes came out of its hour of tumble-drying hot and moderately damp. As a consequence, my room has been turned into virtually one big clothes rack. There are jeans hung over my closet door, on my coat hangers, on the extra ladder for the bunk bed, on the standard ladder for the bunk bed, over the back of my chair, here here there there everywhere.
But I'm free! I'm free from annoyance, free to turn this into an amusing story to relate here. My clothes are clothes! And they are engaged in the activity of drying! I'm freed to see just how real it all is. I'm freed to see the humor in my situation, and the humor in how I'm enjoying it way too much.
Objectively, this is a pretty average day, but it's the best day I've had in awhile.

New News From the Jackson

So how's this for New News From the Jackson? there's this person in my creative writing class, Christina Bell, who writes real good freeverse poetry and was in my Intro to Archaeology class last semester. the first batch of poems she submitted had a strong nature-vs.-man theme, imagery of nature tearing up fences and telephone poles, and this made me curious what she'd said in her final paper for the archaeology class. We'd had to write on Clive Ponting's A Green History of the World, with Ponting maintaining basically that man's interactions with the environment are inherently artificial and damaging to it--in essence, that the best human beings can do is preemptive damage control. So I told her the other day that I liked her poems and they made me curious about what she wrote in the paper, so now she has sent me the paper, and as soon as I get time, I'm gonna read it.