it's been a week and a half since i moved in to my new apartment. it's nice, roomy, and may i say i love whoever implemented that stain-hiding-brown should be the standard carpet color in all apartments. def a good call.
it's lonely. i miss someone terribly. and i don't think she'll ever realize what we could've had. i'm convinced i was used, but that's a whole other blog.
so i woke up this morning, got a cup of joe, and sat down to read another couple pages in what is the what (before my morning duties) when i remembered that john bul dau was speaking at fcc, and yes i had time, if i hurried. so i showered, dressed, slammed a zipfizz, and zipfizzed my way over to uc mckinley where i (hopefully) would be enlightened and intrigued. well, let me tell ya: no enlightening. no intriguing. and zipfizz gives me a headache.
okay, let me fill you in: what is the what is the latest by dave eggers and is a novelized biography of valentino achak deng, one of the sudanese children who escaped the war of 1983. these runaways were dubbed the "lost boys." so, imagine my excitement to hear that john bul dau, a lost boy now found, would be speaking. let alone the fact that god grew tired of us, a sundance award winning documentary based around his arrival and adaption to america, was amazing and thought-provoking...
so, imagine my disappointment when after an hour of this reader's digestesque lecture it was all an "if i can do it, so can you" ploy. i mean, wtf? no insights into the war? narrowly escaping death, famine, disease, bono? nothing but "i worked at mcdonald's and now i got a book deal and lecture tour, so america is land of opportunity." c'mon.
seriously, given the chance i'd lecture the fuck out of a tour. believe.
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