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Moving Right Along

Walking to class today, I saw a jet pass very close overhead. Going to the St. Paul airport maybe? It was funny to see everyone look up with their mouths slightly open and press their cellphones harder against their ears. One girl just held it away from her head and all I could see was her mouthing the words “there is a plane overhead.” When I reached north campus, more faces turned to another disturbance, this time a film crew. Big sheets to aim light, large cameras covered in black sheets, boom mics covered in wind-reducing fuzz - looked like a pretty big production. “I bet they are filming that thing for Aquinas Scholars” someone said as they passed by. From the looks of the girl in a very short, very non-St. Thomas cheerleading outfit, I guessed they were probably shooting something other than that. Perhaps I mis-read the situation. Without time for a gawker slowdown, I pressed on to art history.

A few days earlier, when I was running off to move heavy things around, I caught a piece of a conversation. I was within hearing range just long enogh to hear this girl say: “Now that’s coitus interruptus …”

Good (and by good, I mean fantastic) news: Katy is back at shool and learning more math than I even knew existed! Her burns are healing, now it is simply a mental struggle to get back. I really am touched by how her colleagues have taken her in, a different one has made dinner for her each night these past days.

Finally, today I visited the Minneapolis Museum of Art (I hope to post a picture of the object I analyzed there), ate some good food at D’Amico’s, installed a mouse at home, looked at furniture, and got my hair cut for the first time in … three months? Short hair, good food, chill fall weather: perfect.

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