the last class

Music: Visage: "Love Glove (extended razormaid mix)" My last class at LSU was yesterday. The good bunch of folks who suffered through it are to the left. Click the image for a gallery documenting our "ethnography" project at the Red Star.

Today I was at LSU trying to move some offfice stuff out and into my car, but ran into all sorts of problems I will not go into (assholes locked our parking lot, but ONLY our parking lot). I will miss students like this, and my colleagues. I will not miss the incompetence of how the university is run, nor will I ever miss the smell of mold, urine, and urinal candies that greeted my nose every time I walked in Coates hall. I could hardly bear the smell of all that banker urine trying to lug boxes today.

Bankers were in our building at "Banker Grad School," some sort of seminar that runs co-currently with Intersession. Bloated fuckers need to flush the commode and wash their hands after peeing, I tell you. No wonder money is called "dirty."

Speaking of urine, has anyone read BIRDPARTY latey?

Now, I'm off to Austin to hunt for homes. Back in a week with updates and more inane ramblings. Hopefully less cranky ramblings, at least.