Intergalactic

I've been having those days lately where I leave the house and don't return until over 12 hours later. I don't feel overwhelmed by it yet, but give it time and it's sure to take a toll.

a few newish things:

I have an internship at a local gallery that i go back and forth between being pumped about and being nervous about.

I work at Barnes and Noble- whose views and ideas do not represent those my own (really? is that necessary?), and all it really does for me is make me want to spend money.

Today in the darkroom, I had a few moments of anxiety at the realization that I didn't know what the eff I was doing anymore, but then it all came rushing back to me in an exhilarating way.

All I could think about for most of my day is the fact that my dear friend Hope (who is amazing and is currently in Kolkata, being amazing) has lice right now. My biggest fear. ever. Is it lame to say that after years of feeling like India is on my heart, the idea of getting lice makes me want to run and scream away from the idea? Yes, yes it is.

In Sudan this summer, the kids wanted to have an evening to show us their traditional tribal dances. So we decided that we should show them a traditional dance of our own. So we danced the robot to Intergalactic by the Beastie Boys. I hope they really thought that the robot was in any way an equivalent to their super meaningful tribal dances.