How I learned to stop worrying about how my glasses fit and how loud I snort...

I've been working on my summer research the past few days, and I can honestly say, being a geek is great. I guess I have to first clue you in on what my research is on. Basically, I want to examine how the art of storytelling and Griot (A West African storyteller and poet/singer) traditions create spaces to challenge community and cultural politics. Nifty right??? I think so...

So while reading (which I am doing so much of by the way) about I had a geek-out moment. I got really excited about the implications of performative arts and narratives intersect with cultural and identity politics AND how these ideas are negotiated in literary theories. (Okay. Yes I just pushed up my glasses. Proudly I might add...). So yeah...there goes that.

But I was talking with Jack Skelton earlier, the quasi LGBTQ Community Coordinator at Oberlin (who's leavng...*tear*), and we were talking about activism and how Third World House ( Where I will be RA...wootwoot!) would be a great base to house some of the current activism on campus that has been taking place. Which is exciting, because in terms of how the house is viewed (as a safe space for LGBT Queer and Questioning, Trans, POC, Low-income, allies, and anyone identifying as part of a marginalized community), those identities and mission as a safe space would be reaffirmed and re-energized so to speak. As of late, the house for me seemed to slack in terms of supporting it's own agenda, and with alot of the upper classmen (make that all of upper classmen with the exception of me) leaving the house, that kind of motivation is hard to come by, so it would be awesome for the incoming first years to see good, solid politics in action, and thus feel motivated to become active in the community. (whew. taking a breath...) All this said though...I'm really nervous about being an RA. But more on that later.

Okay. Yesterday was also Father's Day, and so I called my papi and wished all my uncles the same. I miss my papi and his dry-ass humor...which is drier than a martini. It's clearly where I got it from...

Note of the day: Steel guitar strings hurt. BUT...so worth it. I'm trying to put some chords together at this point from what I know to a song I wrote a while back. This should be fun. Maybe when it sounds decent I'll put it up.

My bad this is so long. But whatever.