That ain't nothin' but drugstore lovin

--------or------Loretta Lynn should sing Hard to Handle

Got some coin to go to ATL. This makes for a happy hippie.
Other happy hippie events include that I will be going to see the Black Crowes tomorrow and the paper I will be writing and presenting eventually in my world about OKOM.
Got one presentation out of the way. I was good and knowledgeable but I dunno to many "ummmmmm"'s. That bothers me about my presentations about certain topics. I can answer questions without stuttering but reading from a paper makes me less feel a bit like I'm cheating. As if I have the free time to put all that information into my head in an enjoyable narrative form.
I find most people have some issue of presentation. Don't like to read off a paper (I should be off book by the time I go on dammit!) or want to include every motherfuckin' detail to the point of nauseum (-why say in 10 words what you can say in 10,000?)
Ha! "Thank you, I enjoyed that." Good Cragin quote. And how damn hot was Olivia tackling that child pornographer last night? Oooh! Tackle me St. Olivia! I need some law enforcement! Otherwise the episode left me a little cold. Liked it better when the "little girl" was a hoax. Maybe if St. Olivia AND un!Stabler had tackled the perp, got bored with all that law stuff and then tackled each other...Oh-pardon the digression----la la la!
Do I watch anything but SVU? Yeh, I also watch the Daily Show and soaps. High culture is for losers.
In one of my classes there was this wacky diagram of class cultures. Sadly, I can't find with a quickie google. But most interesting Salvador Dali and Pot Luck falls into the same class. I like Dali and pot luck. So I guess that's my culture. Tho I still don't know what 7-11 music is. Guys that play music outside of the 7-11? French cultural theorists are disturbing as hell. I fear them and yet they keep haunting my dreams, It's like watching paint dry in the midst of dense hypothesising. It's upsetting because one day, I may have to read them again.
Drinking beer today at the local at school I managed to synthesize why my career choice is no more or less useful than that of any other person in cultural studies. Sadly, I've lost the exact wording. Too bad I am not clever enough to tape all my most genius moments. thus, I am back to wondering why I made this career choice. And I'm missin fall. Here, it is not fall.
If I have anything else worth mentioning it's mysterious to me. Ooooh I'm so great! Ooooh! I'm so great!!!