mustard seed

so if you read some bit of anything below you'll know something about David Foster Wallace, and how i read Infinite Jest this summer and then he (DFW) committed suicide on September 13th and how for a long while after than his life and death and works and words were all so... embalmed/in motion in my mind and spirit.... kind of like a thought project but i won't call it that because it involves so much more than just thinking.... more like a "being" project..... anyways. so i get home from the semester approximately five hours ago and i am so wiped ("i'm coming home from my hardest year, i'm making plans not to make plans while i'm here" - the lights and buzz). i am crashing. i don't have a temperature, in fact, in am 97.1 degrees fahrenheit (contrary to the 100.3 degrees fahrenheit i spent most of the semester thinking i was) (i have been so excited to take my temperature with a thermometer since we don't have one in the dorms and i alw...

this morning i woke up and set out on an epic quest: do. homework. i obviously failed. but where your brain isn't concerned with one thing, it finds itself involved in another. three analogies for the way my soul/mind works (er, the way things sort out in my brain): 1. quilting : patching together all the threads of things that are input into it through day-to-day life. snippets of conversations, school readings, internet news reports, bumper sticker slogans, pre-instilled cliche adages, biblical truths, song lyrics, simple observations, etc, etc, etc, eighteen trillion factors of input from all five sensory organs. these things are sewn, some are used as threads, others as fabrics, others as bunting, others tossed aside as scraps... but all used to patch together my understanding of all that i know. that's really huge and general ("understanding of all that i know")... but... what else do i say there? i like the word "patch" partially because it reminds me...