Politics is like a fine wine. Or, you know, not.

Tonight I went to the second class, first for me, of a comparative politics class. The teacher is a small Korean woman who talks slowly, talks quietly, and talks about meaningless stories from her personal life. Now, I am in no position to criticize meaningless tangents-they can be fun, and hella better than learning-but damn, when a person spends two minutes struggling for the right word to end what is meant to be funny story, they are just painful. This class lasts three hours...

An hour into it, the class's collective eyes are inevitably glazing over, when she says something that made everyone rise a bit out of our swamp of apathy, look around, and say, essentially, "what?"

"Government is like pornography."

This is what we had been tuning out? Had she been talking about porn this whole time, or at least specific dirtiness of politicians? Had we all missed that because it was too hard to strain to hear her? Was this class going to be interesting after all?

No. She started talking about Boolean expressions as a way to blah blah blah, and back into the swamp we descended.

And now for something completely different, and late: I live in a gated community. A week or so ago, I was at Barnes and Noble and left to go home, as people are wont to do. This store is ten minutes away from my house.

I got lost.

I got lost after I passed through the gate.

I was literally two blocks away from my home, and I forgot where the fuck I was. Say it with me: wow.

-G