This right here is my last post that will take place on Texas soil. I am crying little jalapeno tears. Jk. In some ways I never really acclimated to this bizarro state — I will forever hate TexMex, beer, bbq, the Alamo, noise, crowds, other people, smoothies. So it goes.
On Sunday, Hannah, David and I will board a 14-ft U-Haul for the journey of a lifetime across America to New York. What does one do for 40 hours in a U-Haul? All I know is that we’re bringing a cooler full of yogurt. I’ll be livetweeting, natch.
Bye Texas. I only meant to come for nine months and ended up staying for three years. Not bad, right?
The NYT’s ed board is really against gunsinparks. I’m more about not having guns on college campuses, but any cause in a storm, I suppose. Time 2 leave Tx? !!! Sources say yes. Also there’s the U-Haul reservation for May 31.
Even though I’m not longer an atom of the University of Texas (as of, like, 12 hours ago), this is still so great. I wonder who could possibly be behind UT President William Powers’s decoy twitter. Which new media scoundrels would do such a thing!?
Summer is sooooooo fun! So far I have 1) gone to Star of India 2) gone to the pharmacy.
Some are saying that the 2010 Vancouver Olympic Torch resembles a joint. Do you think it’s an inside joke? To me it looks like a pregnancy test. Oh my god, I am going to make a pregnancy test that shoots out flames when you’re pregnant. I’m going to be a millionaire.
I drove this car to Round Rock and back once (outlet malls) and all around Austin for a year. I have loved it deeply and it has kept me safe and mobile. Now it can be yours. Let me know if you want it. I bought it a new battery and starter and gas cap. All proceeds go to my college fund.
I came across E.B. White’s obituary for JFK the other day:
“When we think of him, he is without a hat, standing in the wind and the weather. He was impatient of topcoats and hats, preferring to be exposed, and he was young enough an tough enough to confront and to enjoy the cold and the wind of these times, whether the winds of nature or the winds of political circumstance and national danger. He died of exposure, but in a way that he would have settled for — in the line of duty, and with his friends and enemies all around, supporting him and shooting at him. It can be said of him, as of few men in a like position, that he did not fear the weather, and did not trim his sails, but instead challenged the wind itself, to improve its direction and cause it to blow more softly and more kindly over the world and its people.”
so good. from scott ellege’s comprehensive bio of e.b. white. also this is a great site for obituary lovers.
Moving on, I often forget about the apophthegm this blog’s existence is based upon — that one can rise above common medical conditions and participate in life like an average young person — and as of today my year of pax esophageal has ceased. All is well; my time in TX would not be complete without one last sojourn to UT health services.
Had a weird double feature the other day — “Happiness” and “When Harry Met Sally.” I have yet to recover from it. I hate movies. Although I now know who I will cast as the lead in my Dennis Hastert biopic: Phillip Seymour Hoffman. If only everything were so obvious!