woke up early monday to go to prof. k’s class and observe, which kind of just blew by. met him afterwards. hung out a bit in the office between that class and workshop. lately i’ve been feeling underwhelmed by workshop, uninspired with the content and with the dynamics of the actual workshop going on, but today was a little bit better. there were more people present in my group and the discussion was a bit more incisive and meaty. d’s bff marcelo was present at the latter half of the class to talk about his work and his latest writing, which was really nice. i’m quite sick of the white guys in the class, honestly, asking dumb questions and basically just feeling like creeps.
marcelo had a reading an hour later. m.d.h. immediately walked up to me after class and asked me what my plan was. she also was like “is class always this interesting?” turns out she’s been high most of the time and she recently ran out of weed, so she had to rawdog this one. apparently this whole time she’s been neither shy nor suplada and instead a secret third thing, that third thing being baked. lol. m.d.h. and i ended up walking to the bookstore, which was in west loop. no cheap food around there, except jet’s (should have went to jet’s). bumped into j.s. who is in our workshop and i talked to a bit at the department social. he came with us to this really expensive and mid poke place--nearly $18 for a “regular” bowl. fuck west loop. but we were starving. had a nice little chat with m.d.h. and j.s. and j.s. let us in on a salon series he’s been involved in. he seems way more tapped into the local writing and d.i.y. scene which i’d love to also dip my toes in. the next salon is this wednesday, but we have prosem so i guess we’re skipping out.
reading was cool, two senior phd students (i loved m.w.’s work, short queer fiction from kentucky), marcelo, and rocío ceron, who read in spanish and had some odd and interesting video/sound installation stuff. was nice to be in a bookstore and a reading again but the feeling was still off (like a third of us were masked). took the train home with j.s. and b.f.
exhausted! but so much reading to do, and a very logically annoying set of errands just to bring suman to class on wednesday. they better eat that shit.
