Carnal Embrace

Le sigh.

My research paper is like pulling teeth, except with more Facebooking and persistent Gmail/Google Reader-checking. I have 6/20 pages. Due Saturday Monday afternoon.

I have a modern poetry final in 14.5 hours. Have not yet studied.

I am talking about a black/white racial binary in my research paper (on Harlem Renaissance writings), and when I look at the page all I can think is:

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Once again, without emotion…

Hello. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to blog for myself, and quite frankly, it’s a bit scary.

Now that it’s Monday, December 10, I am no longer Clog editor. I’m not sure if I am happy or sad about that. I’m going to have a hard time relinquishing control, but I will enjoy not having to take it up the ass twice a week during senior editorial board meetings. Who knows? I may go back to editing the Clog in a few semesters. Or maybe start a rival blog.

I’ve also finished out my tenure as Sex on Tuesday, so you won’t find any more official columns here. I may write some informal stuff, but certainly nothing hosted by the Daily Cal. There are reasons why I’m not continuing, but above all I feel forced out, like the Daily Cal is so used to turning people away each semester that it’s scared when someone wants to continue for more than a year.

For next semester, I’ll still be a Daily Cal minion. I’ll blog for the Clog and serve as an unofficial go-to person for the paper’s venture into blogging. I’ll apply for the Arts section. But most all, I’m just waiting for the next big thing to come around.