Looks like the class isn’t tonight. I’m hoping to hell I didn’t mess up the schedule, but the letter they sent me says November 11, 7pm in big letters.

Higher Education. I’m sitting in a lobby area of the Bunting center, which formerly was the AAA building with the cheap cafeteria on the basement level. The whole outside of MICA has changed dramatically since I was here last; the big glass sail thing overwhelms the Fox building and Mt. Royal Avenue, and there’s a frickin’ fountain where the parking lot used to be. All the kids look the same though (funny how dreadlocks are still so art school), and the air still smells of turpentine and Patchouli oil. I’m not sure where I have to go or what room this class is in because the visual communication in the Visual Communication department blows. More on that later.

Dust In The Wind. I got the rest of the upstairs edged with the hand sander this afternoon; with the exception of the areas under the built-in shelves in the office, the floor is clear of varnish. I have to finish sand the Pink room and the edges I tore up today, but otherwise all is ready for stain.

Everything Must Go. To our neighbors, the renters across the street: Thanks for parking your broke-down Dodge Diplomat on the front lawn with the For Sale sign in the window. That’s great. I’m gonna put on my plaid suit and go inflate the giant pumpkin on my lawn.

What’s The Frequency, Kenneth? Unable to sleep last night, I started researching the Griffin iTrip, the little add-on to the iPod that broadcasts your songlist to FM radio. Jason told me he had read bad reviews about it, so I looked at a few message boards and found that there’s a lot of negative feedback, especially in metro radio markets saturated with FM stations. So the iTrip is off my Christmas list, and instead I’ll have to find an aftermarket car radio with a line-in plug. Sigh.