I’ve spent the last few hours rushing to get my application together for the Illinois Arts Council grants. Deadline: tomorrow.
Serves me right for waiting around. Matt was trying to motivate me on this a week or two back, but did I listen?
Ugh. I think I’ve got most of what I need. Gotta wake up early tomorrow, and do a lot of photocopying.
Sending off 15 pages of poetry. Cross your fingers for me.
Felix's Chinese name is Wei Tien. For the longest time, he thought his name meant "very sky." But he later found out it roughly translated to "Preserver of Heaven."
Felix was in show choir in high school. He can still pull out the old "jazz hands" if need be, due in no small part to muscle memory.
Every once in a while, Felix has some interesting run-ins with other Asians. At times, they're armed with cameras; at other times, he has the slight feeling that they might be armed, period.
