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that won't keep you warm at night

Writing out yesterday's itinerary allowed me to see that it would drive me batty. Accordingly, Guatemala is off for this summer (hopefully postponed to the next). If I am serious about starting a business in August, I'll need the time and money for that, and matters are arranged so that I have two books to finish before I start to write about Central America again. As I am still going to Italy, I can't complain.

A few years ago, before I completely gave up on Spin and its ilk, I was reading an article in that magazine about Pavement. "Witnessing their recent attempts to rock out can be a lot like watching grad students dance," the article noted. But after attending the Graduate Students' Ball last night, I can assert this is false; Pavement had much more detachment and aplomb. Last night's event was just ill-conceived. It was worth attending for the scenery, but still.

DJ: Are there any urban studies majors in the house?
URBAN STUDIES MAJORS: Woo!
DJ: This one is just for you guys!
["We Built This City" is played. The grad students stand on the dance floor and self-consciously nod in time.]

Most of the evening was a variation on this. I bopped around, drunk, in my red shirt, and got people to pin their nametags on me.

Shockingly, this failed to alleviate the existential loneliness.

 

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