Remind me, later
I am at a point in my life where I (thankfully) don't have to justify / explain my behaviors to anyone. Frankly, I had a 13hr Monday and I was entitled to run up a little tab at my favorite Monday night bar, and per usual, Eric and I did a good job of having usual Monday night conversations (we always talk about high flo-luten theory, the museum "industry" we both hope to break into, a little gossip, and always try to put post-modern theory in perspective to our daily experiences). Forgive us this, our weekly transgressions, but it's important, we dance this waltz well (if only for an hour once per week) but it's a nice part of the routine I know here.
Anyway, it's midnight and while tomorrow is far less significant, in grandeur, compared to today, I still need to get up and seem alert and cerebral. Just the same, in my time out tonight - I asked myself to really justify what is SO different about a blog and a journal, and email and regular letters in the 19th Century. Also, I posed the question of whether or not I am maternal and whether or not I want to be rearing youngins anytime (soon??). The soon is out... otherwise, I am so happily immature and irrational that I'd never answer yes to the little ones... this seems really random (out of context) but upon comparing my goals and situation with some of the department elders, it didn't seem to far off or so off... I think I've been forced to reconcile my immaturity lately and my juvenile sense of humor, and even the entourage of gay men steadily at hand and shielding me from harsher reality, and it's seeming ultimadiums. Just the same, it's a discussion I am nowhere close to having (with anyone), but worthy of speculation, ugh, maybe...
posted by lmjasinski at 11:55 PM
