Well, I missed the big VP debate this evening. Pity me. I like that Dick Cheney: businessman, good math, bad heart, right-wing Westerner, hot wife.
The big events of today were Jess resigning form her job, us fighting about money, and me going to classes. Today's Foucault discussion kicked ass because Hayot claimed he was "tired" so he brought all sorts of wild stuff into the mix: skeuomorphism (how unusable parts are kept on new forms of technology to make them more acceptable to consumer, as in prosthetics, keyboards), bestiality, identity politics. Really interesting because of the non sequitors. And then in Momaday's class we talked about cave drawings. He told a couple stories that were entrancing. The man writes and tells stories for a living. Teaching, thankfully, is less of a concern.
About Jess: she resigned via phone message, saying that she wasn't going to return for the afternoon. Really can't blame her for quitting her job, since she wasn't "welcome" in her workplace, and she didn't want to be that guy Rick's b****. But I've been happier with situations, because making barely over $1000 a month won't exactly feed two mouths and Jess is not excited about working s*** jobs, as I once was--LITERALLY (I'm still the quickest part-timer at the hog farrowing plant (NPPII South), though I haven't been there for a couple months. Riding a bicycle, cutting a baby pig's nuts off--a matter of degree, not kind).. I wore my AMVC Picnic shirt today that depicts anthropomorphic hogs having a good time. Boy, I really felt cool when the class was discussing the eating of animals in Hayot's class. He has a theory about what's going to happen when meat is produced in vats thanks to biotechnology. With ears being grown on hogs and put on people, it's just another step. A matter of degree, not kind, as he would say (that is, having meat grown in vats is not all that different from eating Spam--a matter of degree not kind).
One of my favorite words nowadays is longeurs. I'm not getting to longeurs yet, but it's time, nonetheless, to let bygones be bygones.
God bless you, Mr. Rosewater.
