As I am eating my macaroni and cheese, and trying to read the noodles at the bottom of the bowl, I try to predict what lie ahead. Unfortunately, I can’t get a good reading because because I don’t know shit about reading Mac and Cheese. Professor Trelawney could probably do a number on some tea leaves, but this is a rare skill, one which I do not possess. I’m concerned because today, I am faced with the imminent departure from this life–that is, this undergrad life. I will finish my degree at Bowling Green State University in May, and I am still unsure of what I’ll become at that time.
Last night, I went to a film screening at the local coffee shop Grounds for Thought, which, as an aside, has the BEST BAKLAVA EVER(I’m the authority because I’m Greek). Anyway, we saw a film about Jacques Derrida, the famous French deconstructionist(don’t worry, I haven’t got a clue as to what that means, either). He left me with this little quote:
“In general, I try and distinguish between what one calls the Future and “l’avenir” [the ‘to come]. The future is that which – tomorrow, later, next century – will be. There is a future which is predictable, programmed, scheduled, foreseeable. But there is a future, l’avenir (to come) which refers to someone who comes whose arrival is totally unexpected. For me, that is the real future. That which is totally unpredictable. The Other who comes without my being able to anticipate their arrival. So if there is a real future, beyond the other known future, it is l’avenir in that it is the coming of the Other when I am completely unable to foresee their arrival.” – Jacques Derrida
Clearly, it’s a load of bullshit, because someone has to know what lies on the other end of the rainbow right?
The answer is yes. I know. The color of my macaroni and cheese indicates that gold awaits me at the other end of the rainbow.
Midwest Posterity 