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Friday, September 10, 2004
 
Back, Back... Forth and Forth

About a week into negoiating that little dance at the beginning of a school year - figuring out where to be and when, staying up late doing homework, compared to the other more pleasureable, slightly booze-y nocturnal activities. So far, so good - but a lot of just going through the motions. Happy enough - not enough to feel un-happy. I think I am most excited about my Japanese cinema class and those readings are the ones that I look most forward to doing. The class goes hand-in-hand with a tremendous series of Ozu films on campus and that is such a rare joy & treat.

The personal life is fine... things are working out better than ever could have been expected with my less-than-newish roommate, Mark. After a month of being screwed by AT&T corporate, we finally have home phone service. For the record, being screwed by a company like this is the worst. They kept giving me the run around, delaying our connection because of a series of lies (originally they said they couldn't find the house - after my fourth call today, it became clear that nothing had to be done on site, it could all be done at a centralized headquarters). But when you call to complain about the needless delays, they just give you the run around, there's no superior and even being rude and using the word "dissatisfied" doesn't seem to get any results. But today, finally, all of this shit ended with a dial tone.

Patrick is coming to Madison for the weekend. I haven't seen him since we were in LA, and hardly that long on the calendar, but it's been a stressful two weeks, for him especially, with the start of school and all of the work that goes into that. I am looking forward to seeing him and having a weekend of R&R.

Meanwhile, I am feeling horrendously unproductive today.