TASP 2003 at UT Austin: The Mystery of Creativity



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Friday, March 30, 2007
random memory from tasp: that red balloon (where did we get a red balloon??) hovering over the air conditioning vent on the floor in the dining room. that was so surreal.

talk to me. i'm lonely.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
MARCH 14 WAS OLGA'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLGA!


i apologize for the delay - i was away on spring break - and for the font size - the new blogger won't let me go any bigger, either that or i just don't know how.

a few weeks ago i had lunch with liz tulis (jamie's factotum, the one who visited and taught us how to do library research) and whenever she put forth a tasp-reuniony/fundraising idea i kept saying, i don't know, maybe the more recent taspers, but our generation's lost our tasp nostalgia.

i must have said this at least three times before liz finally asked me what i meant by tasp nostalgia.

i still have no idea what it was. it's not just that we're busy - relatively speaking, we were busy senior year of high school. at some point, i think, at least for me, not getting over tasp nostalgia became uncool. tasp was a great thing that happened in my life, but it would have been just sad to resign to the idea that it was the only great thing that would ever happen in my life. once over aim, which i'd gotten senior year of high school in order to keep in touch with taspers, jacob shed a painful light onto our moanings and pinings: "i think the other taspers have lives," he said.

it's true, we all have lives - even myself, hopefully - and i think what we all need to get over is the fear that other taspers, who have their own lives, don't care about ours. i don't want to be preachy, and i am most guilty of this fear myself. i fear that tasp was our only common ground and that we've all run out of things to talk about because one can only reminisce so much about six weeks.

so here's my attempt at sharing my recent non-tasp-relevant life:
i'm going to the DMV today so i can get a non-driver's driver's license, because i don't want to carry my passport around everywhere to prove that i'm 21, and because i failed my driver's license exam in the philippines that doesn't have a road test component.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Dear Adrian,

I thought about calling you to answer your prompt, which I just finished reading, but then I realized that doing so would only perpetuate the non-postings. That being said, I'll post what I think below, though I know that it will probably be months before anyone comes up with a response (if at all).

I think it's incredibly difficult to keep each other up to date about what we've been up to. I know that everyone has been doing something cool--Adam owns boxing gloves, you just came back from China (I want stories), Susan's fluent in Arabic, Olga's found someone special halfway across the world...I'd love to sit down and have one of those endless conversations with each of you. That being said, I know I won't. I have way too much stuff going on, and so do [all of] you. I'd like to keep all of you in the present, and I'd like to think that I am still somewhere in your present, but it's becoming harder to maintain. There are some times when I know I've been relegated to that little niche for distant memories, as a living relic of the past. I don't like being an artifact, but the truth of the matter is that I have no control over where I stand, or where TASP stands, on other people's priorities.

My short answer--I'm busy busy busy, and I'm sure that you all are too--but if you feel up to it even for a second, [all of] you should totally give me a call. Provided that I'm conscious--which lately seems to be something of a problem--I'd love to catch up.

I just scanned the entire post quickly--gah--reading linguistics papers makes me cheesy. Sorry.

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