Academic Itch

This weekend was my housewarming party, to which many lovely people came – thanks to everyone for making it awesome and, well, warming. Helped Nathan load some stuff into Libby’s apartment (she arrives Wednesday, hooray!), cleaned, caught up with friends I hadn’t seen in awhile (Coral and Kristen specifically), ran lights for The White Show, played human statue, went on a picnic, listened to Gregorian Chant, and read a fair amount. I am finally getting up to the level of involvement that I enjoy, which has brought up an interesting set for me to work on this week.

1. I want a second job, for only 2 or 3 nights a week, in order to supplement income and occupy time and
2. I want to start researching an academic paper.

Yes, apparently the Crazy of the undergraduate thesis has faded enough to entertain this notion. But I miss researching. I miss having a point to my studies, the enforced motivation. So I’m going to start doing it on my own. I know I want to write on sexuality or technology, most likely on both. Possibly constructing and presenting sexuality online in relation to IRL identity. We’ll see how the literature review goes first, and how taking on the Washington Review Board of Human Subjects Committee goes (guh).

I am having a blast and I love this city more and more with every step I take in it.

Axis

Libby posted about this past Axis being her last. It’s the end of an era. Red and Blue in Bloomington is at an end. I’m so glad she pushed through until her own departure, and that the night will still exist under a different name and different management. I am filled with nostalgia and pride over what she and I (and you all) created. After having traversed the country, stopping at clubs along the way, it’s true what all the visiting performers had to say: Axis was the best. If you were looking to dance, for new music or old favorites (without the overplay or pretension), for friendly people, for interesting performances… Axis was it. I have yet to find another night like it.

Thank you all, with special thanks to Libby, for helping to create something that has been humbling, gratifying, and pride-inducing all in one go. I’m going to hide in my back office now and look through old photos.

This is the world I live in:

It’s a magical world full of stories and pixies and imps.

I can feel my roots setting in, creeping into the cracks of this city, holding on. I walk through the streets at night and feel like the wind guides me. This is fast becoming my Home instead of just my home.

Picked up paint this week. Pick up keys tomorrow. Sign a lease Saturday. Dance my ass off Saturday night.