Spalding Gray is dead.
When I was trying to decide on a grad school to attend, one of my choices (indeed one I applied and was accepted to) was Long Island University. That Gray was a resident writer there was one of the selling points. Ultimately I decided to go elsewhere, and I'd heard many bad things about the program there, but I'd always wondered about what classes must've been like with him.
A few years ago I watched Gray's Anatomy with the Violinist. I kinda liked it, though it was one of those types of films that I know I would've much preferred to read the book; she almost passed out from the descriptions of eye trauma and refused to finish watching it. From what I've heard, those are the two typical responses to the film.
And today is my conference with my thesis advisor about my second chapter. My trepidation exists because of the criticisms I would levy against myself were I in her position. Quite frankly, I'd tell myself that I need to write it again. But, thankfully, I'm not my advisor. She'll tell me about the grammar errors, and that she has some length concerns (heh, length), and that that second to last scene looks like it's missing something (perhaps the part I amputated). It'll all be fine.
When I was trying to decide on a grad school to attend, one of my choices (indeed one I applied and was accepted to) was Long Island University. That Gray was a resident writer there was one of the selling points. Ultimately I decided to go elsewhere, and I'd heard many bad things about the program there, but I'd always wondered about what classes must've been like with him.
A few years ago I watched Gray's Anatomy with the Violinist. I kinda liked it, though it was one of those types of films that I know I would've much preferred to read the book; she almost passed out from the descriptions of eye trauma and refused to finish watching it. From what I've heard, those are the two typical responses to the film.
And today is my conference with my thesis advisor about my second chapter. My trepidation exists because of the criticisms I would levy against myself were I in her position. Quite frankly, I'd tell myself that I need to write it again. But, thankfully, I'm not my advisor. She'll tell me about the grammar errors, and that she has some length concerns (heh, length), and that that second to last scene looks like it's missing something (perhaps the part I amputated). It'll all be fine.
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I suspect it's inevitable that we will all be attracted to someone completely repugnant at least once in our lives.
A "to do before dying" list is sort of how I got this question in my head. I don't think I've ever had one of those for myself, but when I found out my brother was dying I manufactured one for him. By the end I came to terms with what our respective real priorities were and what I felt I couldn't have lived without doing. For him, he'd always wanted to get a Miata, go to Hawaii one more time, and let the people he loved know how he felt about them. For me it was good sex with both genders, falling deeply in love as often as possible, and feeling appreciated by a wide circle of friends.