It's not about aptitude, it's the way you're viewed. So it's very shrewd to be very very popular.

I got on the deans list. I didn't even know that there really was such a thing. The letter I got said that me and my family should be very proud so I called up the 'rents and let them know that they should be very proud of me. They weren't that interested. Apparently they are only disappointed that I was never on the deans list in the past. You can't win them all, as they say.

I am so jealous that Alicia and Justine got to suck Elijah Wood's dick at the Gogol Bordellow show. I read that he is going to play Iggy Pop in an Iggy Pop biopic. You know, I think sometimes people call biopics bio-pics, as in rhyming with my toe pick instead of myopic. What is up with that?

I had the strangest dream last night that lead me to write this one word poem:

Sublime.

In the dream I had a poetry teacher that was explaining how poems can be translated incorrectly even when the right words are used because the connotation is different in a different culture. The one word poem "Sublime" had been translated into some other language but in that language the word for "sublime" doesn't mean the same thing as it does in english. It connotes something different. It was a very interesting lesson that I made up in my own head and then taught to myself in my dream.

And then I taught myself something else. I've always argued that knowing stuff about the writer of a poem or whatever is cool because you can get more out of whatever you are reading. For instance, if you know that the writer is a black lesbian warrior poet you might read more into what she writes than if you think she is a white man. But in my dream my poetry teacher brought out a dead fish from his packed sushi lunch and proceeded to flay it and describe each layer and sinew and then asked if anyone knew what kind of fish it was and where it was from. And none of us knew. And he said, "what if it is from the arctic? Wouldn't that be cool? Then we would know this this and this about it." But why make conjecture about where the fish is from when you can analyze the fish right here and now and have so much to look at? And then I said, "yeah, don't beat a dead fish." I thought that was so funny. Anyway, I still think It is cool to know stuff about the person who wrote whatever I'm reading but if I ever need to explain to someone why it doesn't matter, I can always pull the old fish dream story out. Or I can just say, "don't beat a dead fish." and laugh and laugh. Cackle, really.

My new job is so easy. But I am very tired at the end of the day. This lady I work with told me she wore her pedometer one day and clocked 9 miles on it. I've been trying to find mine so I can find out how much I walk around. It is A LOT.

I don't have anything else say about anything.

P.S.

I want to meet more foreign people! I find them to be delightful.