My classroom is in Waite-Philips Hall at USC. It’s a thick brick building that would be more impressive were it not right next to the Von Kleinsmid Center’s huge chime tower (there are chimes in it, I confirmed).
Last night, I thought, why restrict myself to one photo at a time? At that rate, I’d probably never post them all (even still, there’s always something new to look at).
One thing I’ve learned I like to do is snap a series of pictures of the same subject. I have, like, 30 pictures of a flaming fireplace on my harddrive (the quickshutter on my SD1000 is pretty rad).
All of which is to say:
This isn’t the last time you’ll see a fountain here.
Growing up, there was always some friction between my father and I, but scouts helped bring us together. Which is why, when he had to make a trip to the local office while I was home over the break, I went along for the ride.
Last semester, my classroom was in the Von Kleinsmid center on campus, which is the building with the big globe on top. Among other things, VKC also houses the political science department (and I think the international policy and relations department, as well). My hope is that, in years to come, we’ll realize even more how important international diplomacy is for our globalized society.
“I awake from a long, deep sleep
In a leaky little boat on a wide blue sea.
I spy no island, rock, or shore I see.
And the tide come in and the tide go out.
The waves they come, knock my little boat about.
The sky turn black, the sky turn blue,
Got no pail, no sail, no anchor, too.”
“Alone, adrift, together are we,
Slowly sinkin’ in a deep blue sea.
But we smile and we wave,
And we say I’m afraid
And I love you.”
Lyrics from “Leaky Little Boat” by Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers, which is not nearly as depressing a song as its lyrics might suggest and is on the album !Americano!
Several years back, my cousin composed a brief composition I fell in love with the moment he played it. There’s something about its trill that just gets me every damned time.
So, this Christmas, I got him to play it for me. We busted out the old guitar, which required some tuning (so give it a moment; this is a good minute of watching some dude you don’t know tune), and you can hear our brothers talking property and taxes and stuff in the background, but this here’s Christmas eve at the Entrekins’.
I think some of the friends I’ve made out here in LA wonder why I dislike it. Truth is, I never really took to the city; once the novelty of being in a new place wore off, the only thing I wanted to do was go to school and write. There are myriad reasons, but the haze is one.