I woke up, looked out our roomwide windows and saw a white fog rolling down Berkeley Hills. I opened the door to my Arctic kitchen and poured a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oates. When I returned to the room it began to rain outside. Berton had canceled our jog. I figured. Rain muddies trails in the hills. I turned on my computer, grabbed my note pad and wrote down some ideas for an upcoming essay. I'm torn between Joyce and Eliot. I told myself that I'd probably write about how both discuss the concept of a separate "universe," one that doesn't belong to their characters in their poems and tales. Shan turned on the Cleveland v. Orlando basketball game and I watched some before making lunch. After eating I grabbed my bag and caught a bus to ZeeZee Copy. There's an upcoming Roll 'n Shoot tournament that I have to make copies for. I walked over to Tully's coffee and spoke with Mark, the manager and he promised that Tully's would donate free coffee coupons to the event. I'll visit Cafe Milano tomorrow. Free Speech Cafe let me post a flier for the event on their poster board. I called my Mother, read David Sedaris' "Man Walks into Bar Car," then left. It rained the entire time I was out, but it wasn't bad. Berkeley rain generally crashes down on people, collapsing on your shoulders like water balloons, but today the rain was more like a heavy mist.
Before I left Free Speech Cafe, I looked out over the glade next to the Valley Life Sciences Building on Berkeley's campus. The air was white and damp. I could have close my eyes and thought that it was snowing.
You won't leave my mind no matter how hard I try to push you out.
I returned home and began rereading my personal essay for my Creative Writing, Racism Course. I'm writing about the topic of race in the family. I'm reminded of Michigan, 2006. What now seems like ages ago.
Ramen and a chicken sandwich for dinner. Chai at this very moment. I think I'll begin my Sonnet that's due Thursday.
