Sometimes things come at the right time.

While I was going over some of the content from my senior year in College, I noticed that my friend,Bri Barber, was still throwing up some stuff on her capstone blog (http://briannebarbercapstone.blogspot.com/2011/08/ocean.html?showComment=1314565465099#c2642887121065410383). This made me feel guilty and stupid and inadequate so now here I am posting again on mine.

This came at an odd time in my life. Since graduating I have decided that I want to study Language as either an academic or a teacher full time. However, I have run into some problems since certain aspects of my identity are less wanted in Korean culture. Since then,I have moved to three cities and have been trying to figure out just what the hell this whole living thing entails. This brings me to this afternoon.

I am currently living in a room in the top floor of an old high school friend's house. Below me, I hear him and his girlfriend munching on chips while watching Rafifi, an old French noir about a robber doing robber things. Personally, I think it could use some Sinatra, but ole blue eyes never spoke French so say lay vay.

This is relevant because Missoula has a university. It is called, The University or Montana, which is different from Montana State university because its banner colors are maroon and white and its sigil is a bear while MSU's banner is blue and gold with a Cat as its sigil. I am attending the one with the bear.

This last part means something because I have been ruminating on taking some classes at UM. If has been kind of a rocky path though because I have been battling a mild discontent with the academic institution. With an English degree you see very few materialistic, everyday, kinds of benefits from your studies. With this in mind I was feeling rather angsty about the whole thing until I read Bri's last post about the ocean.

The post itself if about feeling insignificant at the splendor of the sea and how Hemmingway and Hawthorne related these feelings. However the thing that got to me is the fact that Bri actually wrote the post in the first place.

Now, I am not sure what her situation at the moment looks like, although I suspect she may also be in academic purgatory like me at the moment. But I think it is safe to assume that she is no longer trying to collect posts for the epiphanies class since the class has concluded and the University has a strict policy about ex post facto assignments.

Anyway, I thought it was cool that she was still firing off blog posts about her continued reading which reminded me of an old belief I had. The instrumentation of a study is less important than the enrichment from the study itself. Sounds like hippie free love crap huh? Well, even if that's so, it's true. I have seen a few people now attain a high level of success and then just throw it away on alcohol, anti-depressants, stress, and the occasional divorce. Not to say any of these are inherently bad, just when they're totally messing up people's lives. And they are the symptoms of minds which have lost all sense of wonder or enjoyment from the world. These are salves for boredom, they are distractions from distraction. I can only conclude that achievement means nothing on its own, it gets as stale as anything else. And, as lovers of books, we all understand that the only cure for jadedness and boredom and ennui is knowledge, the usage be damned (at least until the usage becomes readily apparent, apt, and applicable). Don't really know what the post was supposed to be about, but, thanks Brianne, I owe ya one.

ALso, going to put together a post about language encoding and binary up here soon since that's what I have been looking at since graduating.

word.

peace out.