Last Tuesday I got the score for my midterm back and got a 92. I could have done better but at least I passed, so I'm not too worried about it. We started getting into modern art and learned about two of my favorite artists: Salvedor Dali and Andy Warhol. We also learned about DADAism, Which is my least favorite artistic movement: screwing a bicycle wheel to a stool is not art. Of course the DADAists argument is that it is not art but anti-art, well if that's the case why do it at all? If you don't want to be an artist why not be a cook instead. Though, if a DADAist was a cook he would probably cook beer can soup and fried pencil shavings.

My week outside of class was far less interesting then the previous weeks, Doug and I went to Taco Bell a lot and met a lot of folks: like Eric the bum. He spends his day at taco bell reading the phone book, some day he wants to study music theory, I think he might be a little crazy. there was the old rancher who wasn't actually a rancher, he was a doctor, a chiropractor to be specific and like most old people, he liked to talk a lot.

Aside from the regular strangers that Doug and I talk to we've both gotten to know some of the employees. We met Julie last week, I spoke briefly about her in my last post: we met Ada, who refuses to give me a free empanada: and we met max, who's a friendly dude that likes to talk to the customers.

Other than going to school and Taco Bell I didn't really do much. I did bike to the mall with doug, which is about a 7 mile bike ride but we killed that shit with no problem, cause' we pros.