A little bit of everything.

[jackshoegazer]

I'm going to a 1950's retro-Halloween party. Your dress is of course, supposed to be someone from the 50's or a really clever excuse for your anachronistic non-50's costume. I considered going as Queen Elizabeth's magician, John Dee and claiming I thought the invitation said the 1550's.  However, it is distinctly possible that I will be Papa Hemingway for Halloween this year.



I just need to find that awesome sweater. And some white for my beard. Maybe a rifle. Or a typewriter.  And some liquor.

I am also thinking constantly about my NaNoWriMo project. I'm thinking thematically about memory, identity, and meaning. I smell a dissociative fugue for characters in my future.

In my Abnormal Psych class this morning, I had to speak up and defend psychoanalysis. Everyone was taking the obvious potshots at Freud so I pointed out the good a lot of later and neo-Freudians have done. What they seem to teach in psych classes these days about Freud is a caricature of Freud rather than an accurate view of his structure and methods.

Ethan is going as James Bond.  We have to find him a suit and a gun.

God damn, I need a hair cut.