He Taught With a Cookie in His Hand

My brain is static. Something about the lights in the classroom turns my vision into noise. Maybe it’s got something to do with the caffeine too, rendering my memory dust.

Adrian opened class with another talk; he says computers down but I feel like I need to take notes because my brain is turning to shreds. By the time he’s spitting out points I feel are important and want to take down, they dissolve from memory. I need more sleep. I need to see a chiropractor.

I tried to remember key sentences but they went away. I tried to think of impressive blog post titles but they went away. Thursdays are usually the day when I channel my blog writing but today ain’t that day. Brain fried. Memory……. fading. Things about romanticised individual ideas, the notion that all ideas are already taken and our job is to find the relations between them, marry them to form something that’s your own.

Something about risks. Take them. An answer to the mind-numbing question that your girlfriend’s parents are always asking: what are you gonna be when you grow up? Where does your course lead? What are your options? The answer really is “I don’t know” – keep your prejudices at bay. You don’t know where you’ll end up. You don’t know how this landscape is going to look in 5 years.

“The important things that you will do will be a mix of things that happen to you and things where you act without the certainty of knowing what might happen next.”

Note: sleep more, take more notes, learn a thing or two.

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