ACCOZZAGLIA

It would have been about four years ago, right before I started university here in Toronto. If you have no memory of this, then that’s okay. My own is pretty shot.

Will this be a return? Is it even worthwhile, or have people all graduated-migrated-flocked to other social networks where the shorter it is, the sweeter it is? By the way, I’m not on Facebook or Twitter and, no, I never, ever intend to be. I was an early adopter of Friendster, and look where that ended up. Instead, I chose to stay with consistency. Maybe that defines me as old-fashioned and out-of-touch. If so, oh well. Owing how I still joyously shoot film (and not digital), I must be old-fashioned. Arrrrrrrr. Gimme my analogue grail so we can toast to technological bygones!

The good news is I appear to be graduating from university in about three weeks. It’s not entirely over, since a thesis which is still mostly raw dough needs to be half-baked in the next few days. Speaking of, I have a sweet little writer’s block affiliated with that lump of dough. Whatever the outcome by next week’s do-or-die deadline, it will need more baking time. Maybe it’ll be my first book, if I can just get it together. If it got published, it would sell about a hundred copies, if even.

It was brought to my attention a while ago that writing a thesis as an undergrad is highly unusual. So is getting academically published (check). So is getting a full grant to cover my international tuition for nearly three years of study (check, again). And, uh, so is enrolling (and completing) a seventh course over the six-course-per-term policy limit which few even try to broach (“wha? no one can do that!”), much less take on (roger that, dodger). This fall, I’m evidently off to La ville des cent clochers for grad school after an early (very early) acceptance — which I thought was some kind of prank when they told me “yes” just three days after receiving my application dossier.

About four years ago, someone then-important in my life vehemently felt my going to university was not a good idea for me. They were one to talk, then holding two very prestigious degrees which were assisted in some part by parental help. Gosh, I really let them down, huh? (Incidentally, they are no longer important, which is a shame in its own right, but that’s life.)

Also, next to no one I know here will ever see this, because they’re all too young (!) to understand what LJ is and why it matter[ed/s]. So anyway, hi again, and I hope those who read this (and remember me) are doing well with their own lives. As for me, I’m just older and more book-smarted up, but ever more jaded.

p.s., Also, if you’re in town in three weeks, I’m going to dee-jay at my own house (because I sorta can), and at my own little soirée to celebrate this milestone. It’s a Minnesota-styled event (bring a dish and/or your own liquid), but the music will be all ollllllld stuff from around the time most of my academic cohorts were in diapers, riding tricycles, or not even born yet. Saturday, June 13th, I think (oh wait, no one can read this, so darn, n/m).

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