Starfish With Its Arms Out in a Daze

My summer has been anarchic. It has not been chaotic by any means, but rather lacking order. I am adrift in an ocean haze staring at the stars of mundanity, and oh, how dimly they shine. Since I am going straight out of college to graduate school, I decided to take the summer off from academics, thus making this the first time since summer 2004 that I have not been taking courses during the summer semester. Needless to say, it has not been incredibly interesting, but I’ve found it quite enjoyable.

I’ve been reading a lot to pass the time. First I read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, which was a completely different experience than I what I expected going into it. I was surprised that I felt sympathy for both Dr. Frankenstein and his monster, but the most rewarding facet of the novel was the way in which the monster understands the complexity of human nature yet chooses to reduce it to “abhorrence to anything imperfect” in the blind rage of his own misery. I’m also reading In the Spirit of Crazy Horse about the FBI’s renewed assault on Native Americans in the 1970’s when huge uranium deposits were discovered on reservation land. It is difficult for me to read too much in one sitting because I feel myself getting angry, and I am not an angry person, and I will leave it at that because I must resist turning this humdrum post into a rant against the white man with their white-man religion and white-man false treaties.

I bid this post adieu because it is unreservedly aimless and an arrant stain on the good name of the Internet.