Serpent

Today was cloudy.
My creative writing class was pretty fun. If anyone ever suspected creative writing to be an 'easy' course or of less academic fervor than today's class would be a prime example. We ate cookies and played word games; spontaneous rhyming, worst opening sentences to novels, incoherent lists of commands. It was, like I said, pretty fun.
My American Literature studies class went well as well. I was tentative to present AHWOSG and had prepared "America" by Allen Ginsberg in case everyone else brought canonical texts; Ginsberg was my Plan B. But (!) Sabine brought "Survivor" (2006) by Chuck Palahniuk, so the coast was clear for Dave Eggers. I am pretty nervous with presenting among my peers and it never fails that I am asked to "slow down a bit". However, I think AHWOSG was generally well-received and I pitched it pretty well; I literally sold it. Literally. I sold my copy to my professor, which is great because I wasn't to sure if my plan of returning it would work.
Me and Max went for a coffee while waiting for a lecture after hours at the university. I only had a vague understanding that the lecture would involve music so I said I would go. It was about Mohandas Gandhi and Martin King and their achievements. The presenter was a towering Black man, Kevin Maynor, and he was accompanied on piano by a less towering White guy, Eric Olson. I don't question that they were both talented in their respective skills, however, the couldn't have been more un-harmonic. Maynor's spoken word (Darth Vader) and operatic style of singing were powerful and Olsen is an accomplished pianist, but they seemed to be working against each other and rarely complemented each other's performance. There was also an overwhelming Christian aspect to the presentation. Granted Martin King was a Christian, but the lecture bordered less on the struggle of race relations in America and more on Christ's teachings of understanding and love. Maynor sang excerpts from the Bible, that reminded me of Anglican bishops and the speak-sing they sometimes do, and he sang "Blessed Assurance" and his encore was solo effort of "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot". Both hymns center on salvation, not Black and White relations, so it seemed somehow...unrelated.
All the grocery stores were closed when I got home and I was really hungry. I ended up caving and eating at ActivChickenHaus, an establishment whose name is an amalgamation of English and German, and I had a meal which, I'm sure, was an amalgamation of chicken and well, something else. It tasted like failure and defeat. Never. Again. Ever.
Gabriel and Aletta and their classmate Phillip were studying when I got home. They only spoke in German, but I think they were talking about Calvinism and it's concepts of predestination and knowing God, Capitalism and then Hinduism and it's concepts of reincarnation.
I edited some more Super8 film.
This is some Super8 film of my sister Kathleen and a windy day in Kelowna;