30 November 2010

a thing called a phd; the moon within

geezzz....this phd thing is something.  every program out there will be different of course, but mine in particular is a doozy.  the goal? integration. does that seem like no big deal? well, not for me.

my head has been in control or at least thinking it's in control for far too long. it's like i'm saying: hey heart! hey body! let's get together. and my classes and teachers and classmates are part of the process.

classrooms in the woods, papers on my motherline, soul journeys....don't get me wrong; i am thankful.

but, it's just so painful.

09 November 2010

Autumn Travels in the Bay Area

fotografia of me and one of my favorite buildings near Chinatown by Carolina
(who I met in Guanajuato no less)
I travel for school these days.  I explore. I romp around the streets of San Fran, Berkeley, Oakland, Alameda, and thensome.

Vesuvio Bar next to City Lights Books
 I visit the old literary haunts.
Half Moon Bay
I go on adventures with friends to places I've been meaning to go to for so long.

A class picture
 I enjoy the company of my classmates.
Dia de los Muertos, The Mission

Overall, this gypsy life style is intense.  I wonder if I'm too old for it, too old for the sleep overs at friends, too old for carrying everything on my back, and too old for new explorations.  Then I wonder if it's just a "this American life" dream that makes me feel so tired.  Then I wonder if part of me just lingers behind with my grandpa.  Last, I wonder if I just need some sleep at the end of so much romping about.