They were not pretty times. Bent on self-destruction, I was getting kicked out of undergrad. The “counselor” (I use the term quite loosely) at DePauw suggested I see a therapist in Bloomington over the summer– that perhaps she could help me get back on track. He admitted, in a somewhat exasperated voice, that my problems [...]
Red rubberband
I finally got around to giving blood again. It took an hour to go through the forms—now computerized with a touch screen laptop—drain me of a couple pints, and then feed me Orange Juice and Nutty Bars. I got another notch on my donor card and a big red rubberband to wear, I guess. (So I am.) The last time I gave blood was December 2003.
Recursive structure
One of director Federico Fellini‘s great works is 8 1/2