There was an article in the Boston Globe today (http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2010/07/04/what_happened_to_studying/?page=full) revealing that college students are studying less and less, and have been doing so for the past forty years. While I won't deny that, especially at Emerson, I frittered away a few nights with YouTube or fanfiction.net or reading volumes of film and music criticism which did little for me, the years of waking up at 5 a.m. in the summertime and ten-hour days at Boston Public or Regenstein have given me a work ethic. Today was living proof. Undaunted by little time to eat and two more rejections from prior job applications, I saw two apartments in Hyde Park this morning, had an interview (thanks to the Wolverine's referral) in the early afternoon at a fantastic temp agency, where I discovered I am incredibly proficient in the 2007 Microsoft Office and can type 65 wpm, and in the late afternoon put down the first payment on a fantastic apartment thanks to the industry of MAC. A very, very good show all around…and as I told the S.O., a day to make one wish to crash. But even crashing involves working…this is being written on a brief hiatus as, fueled by Trader Joe's wine and cookies, I continue my research into Anthony Trollope's life and work with A Tribute to Jack Johnson on the stereo (forgot how awesome it is). A Rostan's work may not involve being put down or pushed round, but it's never done.
OTHER MAGNIFICENCE
The farmer's market in Daley Plaza is a nice place to get more homemade goodies than I've ever seen anywhere else in this city.
Regent's Park reminds me of a location from Scorsese's Casino, full of 1970s-style luxury.
Bill Simmons, whom I now respect as America's great sports guru after reading every word in The Book of Basketball, brilliantly gave LeBron his seal of disapproval (http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/100701). As sad as this might end up being, two decades of living and (usually) dying by Cleveland have almost inured me.
That being said…I f**king hate Miami sports.
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