my grandfather has facebook, and my mom is playing this competitive solitaire (??) game on there with him, and he posted on her wall (in spanish) "this is a fun little game." I do not know why this is so funny to me, but I keep looking back and it and laughing.
he also posts things in Spanish on my wall, which is weird because he knows that I do not speak Spanish.
also:
Phillipe, what is the saddest thing?I think we have a winner.
I find Pruitt-Igoe really compelling. i cannot stop reading about it instead of doing my work. they blew it up in the 70s and now it's just a big green area in the middle of North St Louis.
Lately for some reason I am kind of overwhelmed by this feeling that I live in a city that is a crime-ridden hell of crumbling buildings. It's like, the honeymoon is over, and suddenly I realize how depressing it is that almost everywhere I drive/walk I pass buildings that have been abandoned for decades. Not around where I live/go to school, though, so that's good. But a few blocks north...