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09.13.99 11:32 a.m.

With all I've seen and all I've done, there are things that I'd like to forget. But at this point in my life I'd like to live as if only love mattered, as if redemption was in sight.


  -Tracy Chapman 


Created on 7/19/01 from a letter written to Kendall.
Response 2020.10.01
I am still getting used to classes at the local U. It is stressful for reasons that should not be stressful. I am taking an art class, which an outside observer would think easy and fun. However, my teacher is a total arse who insists of being grossly difficult in all matters. Any material he has not preapproved, even though conte is conte and newprint is newprint no matter who manufactures them, is unacceptable and the drawings will not be accepted. And he gives arbitrary assignments as we are walking out the door. Currently I have to draw a vista using only vertical lines. Oh yeah, and he claims that, until we pass his course, we don't have the right to use colors. No fun for Xen, who is a colorful lad.
So, as I am on full scholarship and could honestly care less about money, I want to switch out. I am me, I can do anything.



reading: the back of my conte crayon package
listening: the *skrit* of pencil on paperwanting: a different teacher
interesting thought: Some frogs can be frozen for years and live.

Thomm Quackenbush is an author and teacher in the Hudson Valley. He has published four novels in his Night's Dream series (We Shadows, Danse Macabre, Artificial Gods, and Flies to Wanton Boys). He has sold jewelry in Victorian England, confused children as a mad scientist, filed away more books than anyone has ever read, and tried to inspire the learning disabled and gifted. He is capable of crossing one eye, raising one eyebrow, and once accidentally groped a ghost. When not writing, he can be found biking, hiking the Adirondacks, grazing on snacks at art openings, and keeping a straight face when listening to people tell him they are in touch with 164 species of interstellar beings. He likes when you comment.