Went to the coffee shop today. Sat next to a mother-daughter pair eating gelato while I tried to interpret what exactly my book was trying to say.
"Global political processes and shifting relations between state actors and global capital have reconfigured a transnational field of power relations, creating spaces for resistance as national and transnational interests line up differently at different points in time."
This is one of the assigned readings for my Nicaragua semester, which incidentally begins on Wednesday. Three days from now. I'm fully packed, save for a two weeks supply of underwear and my toothbrush.
My days at home have become rhythmic. It's unnerving. I do very little beyond reading, walking, and the occasional nightly outing to a friend's house. Last time I did this, we watched sci fi movies (really bad ones) and ate salad.
I found this last month at the Field Station (Ely, MN). The FS leases its land from Potlatch on one side and the state on the other. Last year Potlatch started prepping some of its land nearby for a timber cut. After the company had clear cut a small area, the price of timber fell too low to make the venture economically viable. I suppose Potlatch is just biding its time, in between handing out notepads and pencils to elementary schools. I think I still have mine.
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