A friend emailed me the other day to say he was flying back from South America. We made plans to meet in SF. I noticed that I am always trying to use the popular lingo but I just sound like a dork. Meanwhile he seemed really happy to have bought a ticket. He was telling everyone about it months ahead of time.
On the home front I finally got a new place and have settled in. I’ve been thinking a lot about it and I make noises to all of my friends about it. I have a great location but can’t have a pet.
School has been tempering my feelings for my erstwhile girlfriend, who has driven out to Virginia and the Carolinas. However, as school wound down I started to freak out because she seemed incommunicado. Her emails during this period always mention visiting me. Meanwhile near the end of the semester missed my English class and turned in a bunch of homework late. Maybe there is a relationship.
I heard from my buddy from the ceramics lab. She said she was in central California. Our mutual art friends were all away in foreign lands—in Greece or circumnavigating the earth. Many of them lived most of the last semester in a small house on a hill next to the university. A lot of our friends would hang out there.
This is series is a retrospective of my life taken from emails that I sent or received on the First of the Month.
