A to the muthafuckin' K

i'm in a celebratory mood tonight. listening to french hip hop. five dolla' wine. full on dinner topped with my favorite goddess dressing, the first bottle i've cracked since i had a kitchen in my fair city. and now my housie cracks a new bottle, too, of our favorite cheapster wine. the wine's name is borgia. i like to think of it as victor borgia, who is actually a woman, but also a man. like victor/victoria.

why all the pomp and circumstance? why the grand toast, bird?

tonight, i initiate myself into the halls of studentdom. yes, boosted by the receipt of good grades and pats on the back for a job well done after two monday nights in a row of up after 2 am writing, but that's only 33% of the equation. the middle third is my shift in commitment to studies - baa, i managed to stay away from my fair city on hallowed halloween weekend. it's easy now to just say no (except on tuesday nights. tuesday the closed sign is on the door). in fact, i have never ever known a better excuse for ducking out of any social engagement "oh, i can't join you tonight, i have too much work, too much reading to do." a fellow student can never argue with this. the beauty of this excuse is that it can always be said with a straight face; it's always true, even if only in the long view. perfect. the final 33% is attributed to the blossoming of my interest in classes and topics, i.e., getting into it. infact, i currently have a huge crush on landscape design and urban planning. in the course catalog, the three letter specification for the department is LDA, but i prefer to list it as LSD. indeed, maybe in fact that's the extra 10% - when becoming immersed in a subject so much that it seeps into the space behind your eyes, so that everything seen goes through it. now i walk around looking at sidewalks like never before, watching people cross the street with peaked curiousity. oh, the differences between a crush on a human and a crush on academic subject matter. much more managable, the latter. and i hearken back to a card i sent to lady v the first time 'round in college that quite rightly declared:

book lovers never go to bed alone