Weekend + dream

Well, over the weekend, I ended up doing little of use. I did read a fair amount of an overview of scholarly work on homelessness, basically the part detailing the struggle with definitions of the problem. I also played Medina for the first time (with and Simon) which was kinda fun. Minorly competitive (I’ll place this here to screw you sort of stuff), but still fun, and buildy and amusing. By contrast, on Sunday evening (when I got the reading that I got done, done, and didn’t go to the clinic) Ro, , Simon and I played Game of Thrones. It’s an interesting balance of power game. It’s fundamentally oriented towards screwing the opposition, and thwarting everyone else’s bids for power. It seems to magically generate contention in ways that other games don’t. (like Puerto Rico, Carcassonne, Traders of Genoa (though I’ve found it to get a bit trying as well)). Instead of cursing one another good naturedly, we start getting irked. Maybe it’s a product of war games. Never did like ’em really. It’s been an entertaining couple of games, but I think I’ve explored it as much as I want to.

We’d offered Scott (Shannon’s new bf, the guy in the kilt in the halloween pic) Tom’s spot, and he accepted. Easiest roommate search ever.

So, the presentation last week went badly, and I’m rather screwed on writing the paper in time for class (by tomorrow at three). I’m still not sure exactly what I want to write about. I’ve done alot of reading. Which puts it a step up from what happened with “The Political Economy of Inequality and Redistribution” where I didn’t even do the reading. Even if I end up writing nothing, or turn in a total crap paper, I will console myself with the notion that I’m making progress.

I may not yet be ready for grad school. But to answer my questions about whether public policy is where it’s at, I think the answer is still yes. And if the answer is no, I always have time.

So, the dream.

It was kind of bizarre, I don’t remember much of it. We (a large group of us, though I was especially close to one, don’t remember who it was, no it wasn’t Ro, think it was a woman) were flying in two planes, one standard private plane, and the other a moderately larger private plane, cargo oriented. Both planes were overloaded. We were doing some sort of a survey flight over alaska. There was a strange town below us, looked kind of like a strip mine with houses built into the mine walls.

We somehow landed in there. Couldn’t take off back out, because, well, it was like a giant strip mine. When we got out, it looked more like some backwoods, modern day frontiersy town. Flat, no walls, whatever. (It was Alaska after all). White snow dusting everywhere. Cars pulled up on ill defined lawns, etc, etc. There was much rangling over transportation specifics, and weight vs lift, and getting out of there, I didn’t participate, but I knew it couldn’t be made to work.

Weird, eh?