In 40 minutes, I will officially be a college student again.

Are there keggers for weekend intensive older students?

And are the casual sex and stoned all night conversations about Escher prints still standard behavior?

I can’t wait to penny my roommate into the room, or to mark the food in my pint-sized fridge against depredation.

More likely it’ll be like Animal House if the animal was a three-toed sloth.

Wish me luck.

Ossie Davis, dead at 87.

I recently caught a bit of the Kennedy Center honors, where he and Ruby Dee had to stand and acknowledge the crowd acclaim. You could tell that being in the same box with George Bush was painful for them both, but especially for him.

I will miss him.

how difficult it is for me to not be spending much time at iWPS this year.

I’ll be up on Wednesday after SPEAK, taking Thursday off to play with y’all, MCing a bout on Thursday night, and then I’m gone until Finals night — working Friday, class Friday night, class all day Saturday, and I can’t even play much Saturday night because I have class Sunday AM.

I miss you guys, and I know it’s likely that with school becoming a more intensive part of the next couple years, I won’t tour much or get out around here as much, either.

I’ll be 47 when I get my degree. 3 years from 50. Damn.

Well, we’ll always have LJ.

Think any of us will still be in slam in two years? I know I won’t, though I’ll always be a poet, till the day I die.

But I do wonder where the rough beast is headed. It certainly seems to be slouching these days.