Riding the 6

Back in 2006, a sharply-dressed, elderly black woman sat across from me on the number 6 DART bus. During the 40 minutes we shared on that long cross-county ride, I wondered who she was, where she was born, and what she had seen in her many years.

Maybe she was a Delaware native and witnessed the Wilmington Riots—they weren’t quite riots. Perhaps she grew up in Christiana, one of the only rural towns in New Castle County that had a thriving black community, dating back to the 1850s. Had she moved to Delaware from the South in hopes of a better life? I wondered all these things, but… Read More …

The end is near…

On Tuesday I’ll embark on my final journey at UD. My last semester. My last two classes as an undergrad. My last two classes with juvenile, flip-flop wearing, cellphone yapping, gum-chewing, slutty dressed, over-perfumed, superficial, AbercrombieZombie, Ugg-wearing, sex-starved dingbats. Will I miss that? Hell no.

I’ve been on the verge of screaming at the little brats for a long time, wanting to break their spirit by telling them their life will amount to little more than unhappy marriages, debt, and taxes.

I’ll miss UD though. Sure I’ll still… Read More …

¡Salsamba!

So I went to a concert this past Friday night. Mind you, I haven’t been to a concert of any sort in, um, 13 years almost. That was the Go-Gos for $7 at UD back in 1993. This time it was Salsamba, a Latin jazz group from Pittsburgh. Only $5 for students ($12 for faculty/staff, and $15 for everyone else). This was by far the best entertainment I’ve had in years.

I like jazz in general, though I think I’d tire of sitting for 2 hours with regular jazz. Latin jazz is quite another story. This is “feel good music,” and… Read More …

Yikes!

It’s been two weeks!? Nothing new, though. SSDD (e.g. same shit different day) as my good friend Luciana likes to say. I am fast approaching burnout, but I realized we’re about halfway through the semester? I’m not sure if that’s good or bad since I still have so much to do. This coming week I have two small papers, one larger paper, a “proposal” for my independent study, and a outline and bibliography for a paper due some time from now. The latter is the worst really, because I don’t write that way. I also have, oh, I don’t know 1000 pages to read for next week?

All that work, and guess what I’m doing tomorrow. Curse being responsible—I’m… Read More …