I'm not exactly standing on the deck of the USS Lincoln with "Mission Accomplished" banners yet -- I mean, I still have a lot of work to do in my grad school apps -- but I murdered the GRE on Saturday. Maybe "murder" is an overstatement but at least I hurt it something fierce, let it know not to ever fuck with me again.
The other at the grocery store, I ran into an old acquaintance from the hardcore scene. He was never a friend but I think he'd know me well enough to not approach me talking 'bout "Hey, how are you? I'm training to be a cop." What do you do in that situation? Because I just looked at pictures of his baby and quietly considered how fortuitous it would be for this to be the cop to encounter on the street.
I'm finally getting around to reading Guy Debord's memoirs, Panegyric 1 & 2. I think I'm going to try to start playing the board game, Kriegspiel that is described in part II and also in Len Bracken's Guy Debord: Revolutionary.thearagorn has put together a few boards based on Bracken's book, sells them over at the anarchymag site. I bet there's at least one person around here that I can convince to play with me. And, yeah, part of this desire lies totally in geeky pro-Situ fanboyism. But also looks like a lot of fun.
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