varying degrees of light

Today, I met a skinny dog with a ratty tail. Tomorrow, I hope to meet his owners and exchange pleasantries or use my bike chain as a whip. I prefer the latter - we could really use a mascot and she's a sweet, sweet dog.

Is Cinnamon a better name for a dog than Ginger?

Today, I spent a little more than two hours emailing club leaders for clarification and it was actually very fun. When we ended our meeting last weekend, we were on a productivity high. I hope that stays and that it bleeds onto the leaders. Tomorrow, I hope to receive some responses.

Today, I still have Economics homework to do - reading and questions. The questions take a large amount of time and effort, like working through a tricky set of math problems. Some people enjoy the sense of accomplishment, the fact that they are "doing it correctly" and, so, it all wraps up neatly, as it should. I will never understand those people. Just kidding, I love you weirdos. Tomorrow, I will hand it in and get more of a high from completion in a class that I'm becoming gradually more interested in. I don't understand how so many huge companies can tank, how we can "bail them out" with obscene amounts of money that we don't even have... and, except for fleeting conversations, not be affected by it all.

I don't understand how anybody, even in their anger and their shame, can leave or give up or abandon. This could, and does, mean a lot of things... but it all comes back to stories I want to (re)read and stories I want to humiliate myself with by trying to write.

The cilantro-lime chicken salad at Lao Unity Church; watching auditions on large screen and yelling back and forth with co-casting directors; deliberate and brief embraces upon the slaughter of the day; the bittersweet glimpse of a friend and hesitating to continue on to different places and different activities.

EDIT
The Econ assignment is 10 essay/explanation questions and thirty-two (32) (a shit load) of reading. I was recently a fresh-faced, ambitious young punk. You have, before you, a broken little boy. I am leaving! I am leaving!