A case study of ambiguity

What is this hyperawareness I have? (which is ironic since I'm in a current state of suspension) I feel like the computer on hibernate . . . only not as good since I am not hibernating. Can I go please? To the moon, I mean. To the open space of luminary whiteness.

Only the moon isn't what I mean--not the cold, hard technological steeliness of modern moon images--I mean --the MOOOOOOOOON.

I don't know what I mean. Except that I do. And see--that is always my problem. I do but I don't. I know but I doubt. I am a walking signpost of indecisive ambiguity (which is the worst kind, by the way).

So stand back. I'm flying to the moon.
Or not

Good Morning Maxfield!

It's 5:06 p.m. Hardly a time to say "good morning" to anyone; yet, here I am sitting in the grad lounge, sipping my grande non-fat cinnamon dulce latte and listening to "Good Morning Maxfield" my new favorite band-find--courtesy of the Freak n' Frog!!! It'll be the band that gets me through finals. I am on page 7 of 20.

The grad lounge, by the way, resembles a fortune 500 company. Not the upper level, CEO office, of course. No, we're more like the buried cubicle workers who are typing furiously, eyebrows furrowed. Others are walking around, looking over other team members' shoulders. Still more are coming back to the printer with a rather hysterical look on their faces. I shouldn't laugh. In fact, I'm not. Not really. I am one of them. A drudge. a soldier of the university. A studious ant in this frenzied hive. (OK that was a bit indulgent).

"So what you gonna do with this time you've been given?
Waste it on nothin Or spend it on livin?
Somehow gonna make it by"
Lyrics to "Somehow" by Good Morning Maxfield.