i found out today that my hebrew scriptures prof from my last semester was speaking at the teachers conference. i went to hear him speak, and he spoke well about isolation and finding spaces in popular media and all that stuff, and metal and gospel and the bible and socrates, and binaries, and hope.

hearing him speak, seeing him again, hugging him, and afterwards talking to him on the way to the next session, i felt loved.


also, watching korn videos in the empire ballroom of the hotel mcdonald, with its cellings plastered with hunting scenes and its marble furniture, and its elabrotee 1920s chandleiars, had a delcious and subversive irony.