“…it’s an automatic response, in virtually all humans, to think that things are getting worse. Medieval peasants lamented how good the Cro-Magnons had it; people in the Renaissance looked back on the Dark Ages with great fondness. This is a harmless enough reflex—lazy and uncritical, sure, but usually harmless enough. But when it concerns how we see young people, and how we perceive the landscape of learning and literacy, this kind of doomsaying is a goddamned dangerous kind of intellectual sloth. When we assume, as most adults do, that kids are less literate, less interested in books, than ever before, it involves a willful kind of ignorance, and it imperils how we educate young people. Few if any of these dire assumptions—that no one under 18 reads, that all books will be obsolete by 2020—are borne out by any proof whatsoever. The truth is that American publishers put out 411,000 individual titles last year, an all-time record, and netted $25 billion—hardly a sagging industry. And those kids who have abandoned books for electronic media? Since 2002, juvenile book sales have shown compound annual growth of 4.6 percent for hardcover books and 2.1 percent for paperbacks.”—Dave Eggers (via azspot)
life lately is constantly filling my hope for common humanity. school always brings me down, but when i walk across campus, there are men walking dogs and singing songs. i make fast friends on the couches of academic buildings. the sun shines a lot. i see more people in hats and bright colors than ever before it seems. the happiest and most gracious man i have encountered in the past few days was an old man taxi driver, nodding his head, and bidding his good days.
i burnt my hand again. almost the mirror image of last month’s burn. these feel significant; as if they are reminding me of how time passes. i run my finger over the scar and new pink skin of the old burn and stare at the new one knowing how far it has to go. i think, i think a lot lately. but i think that college is more or less a wish, put into a bottle, and pushed gently off fingertips. there is an impression in me that we do not go to school to do what we will do. there is too much staring out windows and writing scribbles in margins, the dust of my bones stirring inside. this is just one step to get me thinking.
srsly, this week has been paper, paper, test, test, test, get sick off random food, stay up too late, get up too early, ride my bike, ride my bike, work, work, work, no sleep, no sleep, and today, when i got off work at noon after getting there at 7am, and having left at 10:30 the previous night, i decided to take a nap so i won’t suck tonight for bff squatter leslie’s bday extravaganza. nothin. just laying there, tossing and turning, almost fall asleep, phone call from allyson dropping a cake off.
instead i rode my bike to walgreens and bought 3 energy drinks. monster v. red bull: here we go.
the most responsible i will be all day is taking the tabs of yesterday’s beer cans for recycling. i don’t remember what it’s like to put gas in a car. all of friday’s classes were skipped for sleep, for getting iced chai, for saying happy birthday to my dad. i left work early so i could ride my bike before it started raining. the most stressful assignments i have are writing stories or sitting on my bedroom floor sounding out words and deciding what shape my mouth is in when i say them. today i decided to wear the prettiest skirt i own for no reason at all. and i am very, very happy with this right now.
“Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.”—
champaign’s turned into this bicycle hub, and every morning while i ride to class, there are usually four or five people waiting at a light to cross one of the busiest streets in town. i love it.
i mean, i’ve never been a girl who would be called small or dainty, and those are usually things girls like to be called, but since i’ve started riding everywhere, and with the running earlier this summer, i think i much prefer strong.
1. my house smells really amazing. awesome buy on that candle, lollie.
2. the daily illini infuriated me this morning, so i spent my afternoon fact checking, editing, and sending a girl-on-a-mission letter to the editor. first onve i’ve ever sent, but it feels good to care about something and fight for it.
3. i owned my british literature class today. everyone was being weird or quiet or straying so far from the text with phrases like “i think it’s about innocence then adulthood corrupts you” without even mentioning where the poem actually SAYS THAT! sooo i fixed it. not to mention it was wordsworth and fuck that.
4. my little brother turned 15, so the car goes back to him. this means i’m biking everywhere. my ass and upper legs are for sure feeling it, but i like it so much that when i’m done laptopping, i am putting the lovely EOS rebel in my backpack and going riding and picture taking.
5. two days ago it was 90 in my living room. today i am wearing a sweater. whatthehell? hurricanes make illinois so weird.