The weekend: Work hard, relax harder.

So last week was a blur. The weekend even more so.

I worked on two stories for the Reporter over the course of the week and dealt with the rest of my work and while it seemed easy at first, my sleeping times argued otherwise. I was beat by Friday.

In any case, Friday I finished my last story, and my friends wanted me to drop everything and join them in a snow fight. I have a few things in mind to acquaint myself with snow (snowman, snowfight, tasting snow...peeing my name in the snow....). But I didn't. I had a deadline I did not meet by about two hours. Hopefully the story doesn't make me look like a total idiot. The intricacies of the hip-hop culture were beyond me until last week, and learning it all in a week was quixotic, at best. Anyway, here's a picture of my friends taunting me by throwing snowballs at my window. I promised that next time I'll join them.

The rest of the weekend was me sleeping and relaxing and doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. That's always a great guilt, but my Mondays are always sobering, and easy.

I finally got around to watch Fight Club (among other movies) and found it fascinating but a bit overwhelming also. Nevertheless, the movie has been floating in my head, so when I came back from the store with products that I was running out of, I saw some of my items were repeated on my shelf and thought it was comical, in the obnoxious consumerism-criticism sort of way, which was of course a result of watching Fight Club.

I made a diptych. I thought it was appropriate for the idea of doubles. I'd explain more about how much of a moment it was for me - it was a bit schizophrenic - but I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves.

"Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy [stuff] we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. "

- Tyler Durden, Fight Club.