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I made Halloween cupcakes, but that has been the extent of my Halloween celebrating this evening. They have orange and brown sprinkles on them. They are delicious. I have outside confirmation on this; my ego has been nicely stroked.

I am going home for Thanksgiving, which is good, because I miss my family. My eighteen-year-old self would be disgusted. What my eighteen-year-old self would have thought used to matter to me, but usually I no longer care.

I'm not sure where to settle. FindYourSpot seems to think I'd be best off in Tacoma, WA or Lewiston, ME. That's a lot of ground to choose between.

Oh, just - fuck it. Danny? Rusty? I don't know what an Ella Fitzgerald is, but if you find me, I'm certain I could learn.

So, this was mostly a gigglefest. ( Merlin 107. Spoilers )

I finally finished On the Road. It's a work of sheer mad genius, worthy of its characters, but I'm never reading it again. It spoke to me on a lot of levels, but its casual misogyny was a constant reminder that none of this was for me. I never felt offended by it, just shut out: as if Kerouac's response, were he to hear that someone like me would read his book, would have been, "why?"

Also: I overheard a pair of undergraduates discussing Catullus 16 in the library, yesterday. They were really amusing - reminded me of characters I once saw in a movie, twelve year olds gawking over an unexpurgated full translation of The Arabian Nights. Because ages past were more exciting than our staid modern one, but it's still a gigantic revelation that people have always been oscene. :D

Lastly: my interview yesterday went really well (much better than the other, in which I couldn't seem to say anything of substance whatsoever), but that just means I can't book a flight home for December until I find out if I've gotten the job, and they interviewed a lot of people. I won't find out for two to three weeks, and meanwhile, prices are steadily rising. Eluch.

I am going to go buy a pumpkin. A teeny one.

Happy Halloween!

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( The town where I grew up has a zip code of E-I-E-I-O. -Martin Mull )