by Michael Dymmoch
One of the first things I learned in college was not to let classes interfere with my education. Any time someone offered to let me audit a class, join a field trip, or attend a free program, I was right there. Which is why I had Abnormal Psychology before I’d mastered General Psyc. And how I managed to get into Stateville Prison without committing a felony. Lectures by Charles Percy, Eartha Kitt, and the local president of the WCTU , I sat in. (It was hard not to hoot.) Anti (Vietnam) war marches, I was there. Earth Day 1970 at Northwestern University, ditto. The recent marches in Chicago for immigration reform, I’ve got pictures. And since I was in D.C. when the 1993 Gay Rights march was held, I marched too. (Actually it was more of a stand in. Contrary to national news reports, so many people showed up that the National Mall and parade route were completely filled—there wasn’t room to actually march.)
All of which got me into the bad habit of putting off writing assignments till the last possible minute. (Still a problem. I dashed this off just now, even though Libby sent out the blog schedule in June.) It’s also why I’ve ended up with 3000 books and 400 movies and so many things to do I’ll probably never read/watch them all.
Which brings me back to wishing I were a vampire (like Angel, not Angelus). Vampires live forever if they avoid stakes and fires and stay out of the sun. I’m already on a 2:00 am to 10:00 am sleep schedule. And I’ve had to start wearing SPF 45 sunscreen to keep from looking like a bald Shar-pei.
So maybe if I were a vampire I’d have time...
Anyone else have this problem?