Marco?

I'm not homesick. But I just got a pang of nostalgia for two of my shirts. Is that wrong? Does that show how seduced by consumer culture I have become and how I find my identity through commodities? Am I just slapping on words I haphazardly used in my soc essay that I turned in earlier today? Why, I think I am.

I've got these two shirts that just so happened to be my favorites but I stupidly left at my aunt's house last June. One's a really old gray tee, and the other is a white knit Isaac Mizrahi polo that says his name on it. I like how when I describe the polo it sounds really fancy pants but in reality, it was on sale at Target for four bucks. Yeah, I didn't know who Mizrahi was either. Most people would look at my shirt and say, "Mizrahi, isn't he dead?" Apparently not.


[So I wrote this wicked long entry. Then published it. Then realized how incredibly long and dull it was. Then deleted it. Gist of the story: Had to turn in two papers today. V. stressful. Not a single computer was available in the entire University system to let me print my papers. Had to rush to an internet cafe instead. In the whole process, met two very nice, unexpectedly pleasant people. One- the cafe owner who let me go without paying because he had no change for my bill. He trusted that I'd go back. And I did. Two- the dept. coordinator, who was really happy for me that I made my 3pm deadline (I was never worried I wouldn't make it. She was, because she misunderstood my question. I was just concerned that she'd leave before 3pm). She actually said, "I'm so glad you made it, that's great!" when I went in for my second paper. This from a woman that'd been receiving hundreds of essays and questions and students all day long and filing all of our crap. That's awesome.]