November is here and I keep thinking I should do as Jonathan Goldstein did and document each week until September 2024. I suppose that means I'll be missing some weeks, but let's not dwell.
I'm in Hawaii right now looking out James's window eating oatmeal sweetened with Lilikoi jam. This room has undoubtedly gotten messier since my arrival, and it will no doubt get tidier when I leave, but I definitely bring something fun to the mix.
Yesterday James and I had dinner with Allan at the mess hall on campus and it was no Pit, but it was enjoyable if only to talk more with Allan. He's pretty fascinating in that he contradicts himself constantly, so it's difficult to know what he really thinks.
We got around to the topic of human connection, as you do, and he briefly summarized Aristophanes's speech about the "dynamics of Eros" and the origin story of humanity he tells in Plato's Symposium. James would not stop giggling and citing the lyrics to "The Origin of Love" from Hedwig and the Angry Inch, which I am sure Allan has never heard of.
I thought it would be rude to cut Alan off and say I knew the story, so I shushed James and we listened to his explanation, which was good really.
Allan said, "We're looking for our other half. That's our mission." He also said he thinks there is nothing more intimate and more genuine than sex. "There is no greater connection a person can share," he said with so much sincerity.
Later as James and I speed walked across the grass next to the library, we almost fell in a muddy patch and held each other's sweaty arms for balance. He sang a verse of Bathwater as we arrived to Hale Manoa like two 7 year olds back from trick-or-treating.
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