I am...a lone wolf

I got a wee letter from Cindy today, who may be the cutest girl named Cindy -ever-. She mentioned coming up to visit us, Hay-den, and I think that this means we have to whine and complain until she does. I'm very sad that she and Sarah will be having classes in the English department without me this year. I have to email El Capitan Department Head Lidh and get him to scrounge up some letters of reccomendation for me for my new round of humiliating grad school applying.

My newest form of midafternoon entertainment is fucking off to Greenlake and watching the people with dogs. Jonathan, if you don't get yourself up here soon, I'm going to replace you with an English Bulldog. I think that Hay-den's grumble hound and my English Bulldog need to be friends.

The sunburn on my scalp from the Day of the Kilt is peeling, and this is possibly the most icky thing ever.

There's a squirrel that's been hanging around outside my building for about a week now, and I think he might be a spy. It's a huge squirrel, and also one of the first I've seen since I've been here. He's starting to creep me out.

Just a little bit

The funniest thing I've seen all day was an ad that said "Are you and artist? Take our free art test." I imagine that this test is made out of taped-together fortune cookie fortunes.

exigence

"Holzer and many other artists, like Trockel, also make use of personal pronouns. By using the words 'I,' 'you,' 'we,' and other such words, the artist is drawing the viewer into their vision. The person looking at the piece has become an active participant. This sort of word choice leads us to feel that we have thought like this before. Nietzsche says that everyday people think, 'I do not want to see anything that contradicts the prevalent opinion. Am I called to discover new truths? There are too many old ones, as it is' (100). By choosing words that are familiar, words that we use in every day conversation, we feel that the truths revealed by the statement we have been confronted with are truths we should be comfortable with..." Rhetoric, by definition, is impossible to define. I feel like I'm spending 15 pages talking in a big circle: word art is rhetorical because it uses rhetoric. Duh.