I've been Art Garfunkled

One rule of blogging I've encountered (because some bloggers feel the need to establish rules of blogging) is that you never write about your dreams, as they are boring and no one really cares about them.

This one is too good to pass by without recording. Last night I dreamt I was at a party hosted by a former classmate named Greg, along withmy boyfriend Ryan. We found ourselves sitting on a couch chatting with a rather crazy-haired man. Eventually we made the discovery that he was none other than Art Garfunkel.

What luck! We descended upon him with questions. What was it like being in Simon + Garfunkel? What about his time in Architecture school? What about that pesky drug conviction last year? Even better, suddenly Ryan was a newspaper reporter. He had whipped out his notepad and pen and was recording all the answers. Unfortunately, I can't remember a single one.

I also didn't remember this dream as I actually listened to S+G this morning ("What a Wonderful World") but did remember it as I crossed the street on the way to work. So, I am left with two pressing questions: How come I never get to be the newspaper reporter in my own dreams? Also, how can I purvey a "press hat" like the one Ryan was wearing in the dream and make him wear it?

Please advise.

in search of a palatable nihilism

My friends and countrymen,

I have been accepted into two graduate architecture programs: UBC and Manitoba. Manitoba's only sent me an email to let me know instead of the official package, but it's pretty much a sure thing. The past week or so has been a heady blur of rumors, gossip and subterfuge as my far-flung architecture friends and I weaseled out who was in, who was maybe in, whose friend of a friend was in and how we were getting in nowhere, and how we'd rather not even think about who was getting in or not, yet how we couldn't stop emailing each other and discussing these things.

So. I still have to hear back from Toronto, but I'm happy to have two choices. For the past month I've been a blissful slacker (well, except for some overtime at work, beginning training for a 10 k run, and a bit more yoga than normal), and thoroughly enjoyed it, though now I'm beginning to think, couldn't I have at least thought about school a bit more? Like at all? Like somehow numbered the choices from one through three as I had a full month to do such a thing?

As it stands, I have until March 30th to respond to UBC. I can do the research on the actual programs myself, poll my friends, troll archinet and other school type websites, and look into scholarships, as well as actually see what package the U. of M is offering me. Your task is to offer up superficial reasons to choose one place - Vancouver or Winnipeg - over another. Anything is fair game. Try me.

Go.

(Also, I totally stole the post title off of Death By Architecture.)

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