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Question of the Week

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The question of the week is: why was there a tire iron in my yard this afternoon when I went outside to bring the trash cans in?

I’m open to answers.

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Whoa …

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Considering how rotten I’ve felt all weekend, I’m surprisingly euphoric tonight (actually, earlier, I think my blood sugar was low and I got that whole “I’m watching myself from the third person” thing. So I was literally euphoric. I hate that “euphoria” gets used to mean “really happy” in English (Hell, I do it). The word means to be beside oneself and has all kinds of weird implications within psychedelics. Anyway, digression over). Thursday was truly surreal, which would appear to be appropriate, as my Thursday seminar was taught by a professor of Surrealism. We were discussing the Marquis De Sade and were supposed to be meeting at a bar for an evening class (explaining involves a long story that ultimately doesn’t matter). When I arrived at the bar, I discovered that we had, instead, been moved into the fancy dining room of the Nitanny Lion Inn (probably the #2 restaurant in State College, PA. More importantly, though, it is the classiest). So, we sit down over pitchers of beer in a (thankfully) sparsely seated dining room and begin our discussion of sodomy and sexual violence in Philosophy in the Bedroom. Needless to say it was very, very weird. Especially when the little Chinese girl ran into the room and started waving at everyone. After class, I drank whiskey with a friend in seminar until I couldn’t see. I woke up the next morning in my clothes, with the light on in my room and twenty minutes to get to class.

Getting out of bed was a challenge. I half-showered and ran to class (I probably wouldn’t have shown up, excepting the fact that I had to give a twenty minute presentation on Lyotard’s The Postmodern Condition. Surprisingly, that went really, really well. I seem to actually present better hungover than sober. Although, I don’t want to test that hypothesis.) Anyway, I left class and got ready to go to Philadelphia, where I was going to see the Wrens.

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