8-30-01 fortune says: Give a small boy a hammer and he will find that everything he finds needs pounding. 8-20-01 I'm actually up at 8:30 in the morning. working. 8-8-01 Hofstadter's Law: It always takes longer than you expect, even when you take Hofstadter's Law into account. Clarke's (third) Law: Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. 8-1-01 I have this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, like nothings going to go as planned. When we got to the house today (which was a lot smaller than I expected - amout half the size of what I imagined), C and H already had their rooms picked out. I was left to pick from the tiny bedroom upstairs, or one of the two downstairs in the part of the house that used to be the garage. It feels like the whole thing is their idea, and they're just pulling me along because it's convenient. I think i'll be dead by this time in november. 7-29-01 move-in to the house is three days away!!! so I've finally given in and read through the first two Harry Potter books. here's a jewel from the second: "It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." - JK Rowling (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, p.333) 7-23-01 Quote of the day: My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy - the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really... 7-22-01 It's been amonth - that must mean that nothing significant has happened, no? no. I've finished a poem, written a bad short story about Blix, done a flash memory game, made some money, spent some money, and enjoyed the sounds of night. 6-14-01 Well, I guess all that's left to do now is wait. WAITING FOR THE END OF THE WORLD 6-9-01 elements of the dream: on airplane - go on the top level if you need overhead space for stuff because the bottom level is more like an auditorium jim carrey was there as a passenger there was an enterntainment comedy or music or something. they had several acts which they went through in arious orders at each performance a homelenss man who lived in a hardware store since he was a child and was beat up by another older boy until the older boy broke something and needed a splint and the younger one wouldn't get him one. and he had a broken pelcil which he used and somehow maybe as a joke clinten? clintten? they packaged it with the other small pencils but this one didn't even have an eraser. a man who had maney /life paths to choose from and his family would support whichever path he chose, but he chose the bad one. a woman who drives so bad she drove over a car and didn't even know it, her husband was the bad man. i eneeded to pee before he killed me thought maybe I could escape fdrom his gun and the ending s a movie the name of which you don'f find out until the end of the movie what would you think if the world kept throwing these signs at you that said roughly your life is not real? i know the counterargument - if you look ofr 216, you see 216. but there are so many and they keep coming. since i decided realized taht i can only experience my own senses, i have read everything to say that they can't be trusted. the Game the matrix the 13th floor i had a longer list at one point but where did it go? and today, an e-mail my dad sends about a The Game-like game played in life, internet, for only $10 a month. you can go crazy! 6-7-01 I dreamt last night - I dreamt that I had a bad dream and when I awoke, Susannah was there to comfort me, but then when I woke up and I was alone. 6-5-01 I saw all of The Maxx tonight - it was a cople hours long, and very well done. Created by Sam Keith - who worked on the Sandman for a bit. 6-3-01 Well, I'm bald now. And I must say, it's a change. and I am reminded of Amanda... who kept her bangs, and loved me once. 5-31-01 The film Quills is one of the best tributes to Writing that I know. 5-16-01 "Endurance begins when everyone else has given up and you're in competition with yourself. That's endurance." -that weird tightropewalker guy on RR "To want other people to grow. To want other people to have all the good things that you have And to spare them the bad things if you can. That was goodness." -Orson Scott Card (Xenocide,p.432) 5-15-01 Vasari tells the story of how Pope Boniface VIII sent a messenger to Giotto with a request for samples of his work. Giotto dipped his brush in red and with one continuous stroke painted a perfect circle. He then assured the messenger that the worth of this sample would be recognized. When the pope saw it, he "instantly perceived that Giotto surpassed all other painters of his time." If it doesn't make you happy, maybe you should let it go. And if you can't let it go, maybe you should just stop worrying about it. 5-14-01 it is so nice to not have anything at all to have to do. I think I slept 15 hours today. 5-9-01 dream: I was on the bus, music was playing, and Sinaz lay her head on my chest, apologizing that this is the way she has to listen to music. The music became a story we were reading and it was about the two of us, how we talked for forever, and... 5-1-01 It's like at TAMS, we all come together in this great Pangea of a continent and we all bond together. But after we graduate, we just kinda drift apart into the ocean of the world. Some especially close friends stick together in little sub-continents, and we always drift into each other from time to time as is inevitable, but for the most part we're just little islands, drifting around. and the people I used to know become people I used to know. 4-30-01 I've comparison-shopped in the grocery store before, but Today is the first time that I've ever looked at the prices before looking at the food. On the drive home I finally understood that look that I've seen in my mother's face so many times, which means I'm doing the best I can for you, but I know it's still not enough. 4-27-01 So J got fired today. "asked to resign" my ass. At 11:15 in the morning. on a friday. She was the sweetest person in the world. It's so sad when sweet people can't do their jobs well. calculus vs. empathy 4-26-01 A terabyte of data in a cubic centimeter of glass. Wow. http://www.infoworld.com/articles/hn/xml/01/04/25/010425hncube.xml?0425wepm 4-25-01 The Sex Between Friends Manifesto and Benji's Good Sex Tips are now online at lostpoet.tripod.com/passion.html reprinted here for your enjoyment: the SEX BETWEEN FRIENDS MANIFESTO for good friends who trust each other, are horny, and want to help each other out. Sex between friends should be like a back massage: . freely offered, freely accepted . doing it once is not a comittment to exclusivity - you won't feel bad if they get/give a back massage from someone else, and vice-versa. . no expectations for the future - maybe you will share more back massages in the future, maybe not. . if eithre friend is in a comitted relationship - don't even think about it. Cheating is still cheating, despite the SBFM, and you don't want to do it or help your friend do it. and of course, follow Benji's Good Sex Tips: . The key to every good relationship is communication - keep the talk going - what's good, what could be better, what downright hurts, what you want, what they want - ask for advice - people usually know what they like. Make sure it feels good for everyone. . Don't judge - everyone has werd fetishes - if you're not into something, just say so. . Respect your partner - listen to them, if they're not into something, don't force it on them. . Be adventurous - be willing to take risks and try new things. . HAVE FUN! If you can't laugh if somebody farts during sex, you're taking it too seriously (unless you're rimming them). . Make love with/to the entire body - sex is not just about genitals. Discover your partner's other errogenous zones. . Be clean - wash yourself beforehand; it's just polite. . Be healthy - I shouldn't even have to put this one here, but if you have any contagious diseases (STD or otherwise) *for god's sake* let your partner know before you start anything! . Masturbation is great! -- both as a stress-reliever, and also so that you have a chance to explore you own body. You should know what feels good to you, so that you can tell your partner what you like. 4-24-01 "Red: I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are better left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't expressed in words, and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a grey place dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free. " -The Shawshank Redemption I would like, someday, to meet Thomas Newman. And if I could have the chance to work with him, wow. -- so I'm poor. and this quote comes to mind: "Those with the means think that the most important thing in the world is love. The poor know that it is money." we ate at kirby lane because Ben wanted pancakes. We were sitting there and a homeless man came up to the window next to our table and just looked at our food and sang to himself. 4-16-01 today's fortune: That's the thing about people who think they hate computers. What they really hate is lousy programmers. -- Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle in "Oath of Fealty" 4-14-01 "The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool." -Almost Famous (motion picture) 4-11-01 Yes, it's a beard. No it's not a "mono-chop." 4-6-01 The trouble with being punctual is that people think you have nothing more important to do. - /lusr/games/bin/fortune 4-3-01 I had a really distgusting thought this morning: frosted burritos. 3-28-01 I'm thinking of a story in which a man loves a woman so much, he claims her bastard child as his own and faces the dishoner for her. I feel like there's a window at the back of my screen that I should be looking at, but I can't get to it... and I don't remember why. As long as war is regarded as wicked, it will always have its fascination. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular. -- Oscar Wilde 3-27-01 yesterday, I took a nap. when I awoke, all I remembered of the dream, was an embrace - which was gone. last night, I had a dream where I was in a music store or a museum or a library or something, and Bjork was there, and I told her of my undying infatuation, and persisted, as I always do, and when she agreed, she turned into Hobbs, but she said in order to love me, we had to go around the library, and dig up some memories she had hidden earlier in her life. These memories were written on scraps and stacks of papere - in crayon - and they were her sadness. "If I have an apple and you have an apple, and we exchange apples, we each still have one apple. But If I have an idea and you have an idea, and we exchange ideas, we each have two ideas." (George Bernard Shaw) saw another french film last night - "Don't Let Me Die on a Sunday" about love and life and passion. again, deeper than I could comprehend in one viewing (see Romance) It made me realize how my mind has been stunted by the taboo nature of sex in the U.S. Because it's not something that we can discuss openly, our culture is deprived of an entire categoy of metaphors. It would be like not having legs, and not knowing what walking is like. 3-19-01 heed my words, this is the future of search engines: there will be (A) databases - which catalogue, translate, transcribe, encode images,audio,video,and text into a common searchable format (B) personal- or subject- oriented intelligent search agents which personal- learn your preferences, style, and quirks to return the most successful search. subject- have an integrated knowledge of a given subject so that relevant items can be found contextually. this is the future. 3-16-01 my favorite simple pleasures: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches warm showers clean clothes for all the bitching and complaining and all the being poor and not having a lot of friends and not having a car, I still live such a privileged life. I am soo blessed. 3-15-01 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forest ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. -- S.T. Coleridge, "Kubla Kahn" 3-5-01 I just wrote a fake condolence letter to the family of someone I used to know. I did it because it might help them feel better, and it doesn't cost me hardly anything at all to do - like smiling. If I were going to write a real condolence letter it might say something about how you can't bring back the dead, so just get over it, or how you have to remember the good things and not dwell on the gone-part. Or it might say 'I liked George because in school when the other guys beat up on me, he didn't.' 3-1-01 possibly the reason women get their panties all up in a bunch so much is because of reproduction: by the nature of their gametes, 1. Men want to distribute as many as possible to as wide an audience as possible, with (relatively) little regard to quality of recipient. 2. Women want to search, evaluate, and inspect intensively to find the most suitable, capable candidate possible. and this (may be) why women judge others more and hold grudges longer or it could be a bunch of poop that plopped out of my head. 2-28-01 hasn't been much activity here lately, eh? "Writing is easy. All you have to do is stare at a piece of paper until your forehead bleeds." --Douglas Adams 2-6-01 I have entered an ultra-nerdy period in my life. 2-4-01 "I would rather be a ghost drifting by your side as a condemned soul, than enter heaven without you." -Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon 1-27-01 Today hinted at being cool, but ended up being a pretty shitty day. I got a paper in my mailbox saying my CDs came in from BMG, but the fuckers in the office decided not to show up today, so I couldn't get it. J came into town, which was cool, but on the way to C&R's, I remembered I had to work, so while they ate dinner I did nothing for 3 hours. They picked me up and we went back to C&R's where I made food runs for everybody. I told K I was going to go to her party, but H, whom I thought wanted to go with me, kept putting it off until it was almost midnight, at which point I had to drive her back to her house to get J's car. So I ended up not getting CDs, not doing anything with my friends but sit around for about an hour, and not going to a friend's party, breaking my word. S-H-I-T-T-Y. 1-23-01 When I was waiting for the bus today, I saw a girl crying. You wouldn't know, but for the little sounds of her sniff-sniffing. We all got on the bus, she in the back and me in the row in front of her, on the opposite side of the bus. I can't believe how none of us even spoke to her. We all ignored her pain. It doesn't matter what it was - a parent died, a bad grade, or even a lost friend - she was hurting. And none of us did anything at all. When I got off the bus, I put my hand on her arm through the window from the outside. I think it made her cry harder. I don't know if I helped. I just wanted to know that I shared her pain, if just for a little while. For, how can I sit by and see another hurting and not try to help? I just can't help thinking we're all a bunch of cruel, cold-hearted beasts. 01-14-01 Hobbs says that according to Llewellyn's 2001 Magical Almanac, today is the feast of the ass. 01-11-01 It's 7:30am. Why cant' I sleep? and Why do I keep having dreams about being back at TAMS, on move-in day, after I've graduated.? 01-09-01 It's odd to see the clock change from 11 to one to two and realize that it's because it's the middle of the day, and not the middle of the night. I've now been awake for about 19 hours. Only 8 more to reach my goal. I've been watching the Real World, which I used to think was a show for poor saps of people who didn't have their own lives so that they could live vicariously through the seven on the show. But in the New Orleans season, I've seen a new beauty. It is amazing that the producers can take who knows how many hours of raw footage every week and turn it into a comprehensive hour-long episode. But the real beauty is in seeing people, real people, deal with diversity and solve real problems. This is the best cast so far, and it's not because of their looks, or because they're tehy come from diverse backgrounds, but what makes this cast so great to watch is because every person is willing to change. Each person is willing to flex and bend, to apologize, to conceed, to talk, to grow. 01-06-01 Today I slept from daybreak to sunset. Oh vacation, how great you are. 01-03-01 two weeks and nothing to do but what I want. How great. Here's some more quotes I found: "When you dream, there are no rules; people can fly. Anything can happen. Sometimes, there's a moment as you're waking and you become aware of the real world around you, but you're still dreaming. You may think you can fly but you better not try it. Serial Killers live their whole lives in that place - somewhere between dreams and reality." - from Kalifornia, (motion picture) "And sitting there, listening to her, it occurred to me that the whole of art-- maybe the whole of life-- is just spray-painting your name on a wall, hoping that someone will see it after you've gone. And kids are to make sure that there's someone around who'll remember you when you're not around anymore." (Fox Glove, p. 83, _Death_) -Neil Gaiman "HAZEL: It's sort of more than one question. But. Look. Um, why do we hurt? Why do we die? Why isn't life good all the time? Why isn't it fair? DEATH: Those aren't stupid questions, Hazel. For some people they're the only questions that matter. HAZEL: Does that mean you won't answer them? DEATH: Sure I'll answer. But it's kind of a big subject, and it's got lots of answers. And the answers don't really mean anything-- they aren't stupid questions but they could just as well be "When is purple?" or "Why does Thursday?", if you see what I mean... HAZEL: Not really. DEATH: Well. I think some of it is probably contrasts. Light and Shadow. If you never had bad times, how would you know you had the good times? But some of it is just: if you're going to be human, then there are a whole load of things that go with it. Eyes, a heard, days and life. It's the moments that illuminate it, though. The times you don't see when you're having them... They make the rest of it matter." (Hazel and Death, pp. 69-70, _Death_) -Neil Gaiman 01-02-01 Well, the good news is that I wrote a short story last night. The bad news is that I only want to be anonymously linked to it. 01-01-01 New Year's party was a success. We had over 20 people show up throughout the night: myself, Hobbs, her sister Kathleen, Leah, her friend Amy, Val, her cousin Gillian, Shawna, Ricky, Aghogho, WillC, Justin, Carl, his gf Lisa, Aaron, his friend Randa, BenK, his cousins Richard Justin and friend Lauren, and 3 neighbors Shae, Megan and Robyn. Nothing broken, nothing on fire. Only one person sick that I know of, and that in the bathroom. After cleaning up a bit, I took a nap and had the most disturbing dream: I was talking with Hobbs about something (I don't remember exactly what) but at one point said 'one kiss from you is more important than sex' (with anyone else). Anyway, I had this aweful sense of rejection after the conversation. I broke a window and jumped down to the ground from the second story. There were some guys trying to steal my car so I just pulled them out and got in it. I drove onto the road and drove into a wall as fast as I could. As I was dying, everything went grey and then light and as it faded to black, I remember thinking 'Game Over'. The people, places, and sensations in dreams may not be real. But the emotions - they are real. 12-10-00 yay! out of school (except for finals) until next year! "Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me." - Ray Bradbury 12-2-00 I've discovered everything2 - it's like blather, only growing faster I think. anyway, it seems a lot bigger and sometimes it's jumbled, but sometimes its stories and poetry - I saw the travelling Moebius Stripper show in New York. The crowd was apprehensive as the very attractive stripper appeared on the stage, clad in a clingy outfit with a big zipper down the front, continuing between her thighs all the way around up her back. She teased the audience with her undulations and mysterious ways. When she started to unzip herself the crowd chanted and moved closer, expectant and thrilled. The stripper moved the zipper a little bit at a time, prolonging the pregnant air of sweaty anticipation. Groans and sharp inhalations punctuated the click-click of the zipper as it slowly unlocked its teeth, exposing what was sure to be a delightful vision, to be treasured with eyes closed during future lovemaking with wives and girlfriends. The zipper passed between her thighs over her pubic bone. She reached back with her other hand, grasping the tab and pulling slightly faster. The click-click became a solid drone as she accelerated through the end of the zipper. The crowd pushed further towards the stage, their collective breath held for one infinite moment. The moebius stripper was still clothed. She was twice as tall as before. The collective exhale was followed by disappointed diatribe. If you cut a moebius strip down the middle, you end up with one long loop. Our attention was distracted from this fact by the curves of her figure and the twist of the manager's mind. by Rancid Pickle 'Love' is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. by Robert Heinlein something I should mention about the party at Keena's - do you wanna see me put a chair on my head? 12-1-00 Well I've survived another hard drive crash in 6 months. I apparently have 740 MP3s totaling almost 3 GB. 11-18-00 I saw Requiem for a Dream on Friday night before going to a party at Keena's house. I can honestly say that I don't ever want to see that movie again. The first thing I thought after the movie was all over was I'm trying te remember what it's like to be loved by someone. then I thought of something which could describe how I felt - it was worse than a really really sad movie. after watching it - I felt like I'd raped someone. not literally of ccourse - but that's the closest emotional phrase that I can think of to express the way I felt. I thought I need to rememmber what it's like to live somewhere. I feel naked naked is not the right word. It squeezed my heart sadistically. On a more objective level, it's about some people who get involved with some drugs. but that doesn't even hint at it's effect. 11-13-00 Rifling through all the old garbage I've collected, I came upon some old notes from Amanda. I thougt to myself "these should go in another box now," but why should I segregate them to one box of old garbage rather than another? Looking back on those times... cllimbing trees and taking walks... picking flowers and stealing kisses in the dark - I've lost something since then and I think that if I just go out looking for it then it will find me. I think living off-campus has contributed a lot to it -- I'm now physically dissociated from sschool - which, like it or not, is a big part of my life - the problem is, I haven't found something new to replace it yet. That said, here's a bunch of stuff I found: How old am I? How old am I you ask? I'm more than this many, but still young enough to know the number. I'm not too old tocolor inr my placemat at restaurants or tie a baloon around my wrist. I'm old enough to drive but young enough not to want to. ... You ask how old I am? I am alive. (from a poem I never finished) underneath it all, we're just a couple of flies fucking on the web. where the spider waits for us. 8/12 violence in spasms is mediocre. only marathon violence si worth the consequences ??/97? always stay open-minded, especially about your own abilities 10/30/98 analogy: eating animals:eating non-human fetuses (abortion) / can they appreciate their inherent right to life? his head was bent in sorrow/his eyes filled with shame/can't say why i came here/but oh, i am to blame I died twice in the graveyard / tasted blood for the first time / and now i lay beneath the stars, staring at the sky a conversation beween valentine's day candy hearts: Hey babe Dewy eyes (??) oh you! yr. mine wild one / 1st kiss big nite big yes good time how yo? ez2plez awesome / what now yes now / one time your guy my love / my man / how now / hear this / save me too cool slow down / cool it sorry / sold out mistake / not now only me / moon kid / star eyes you too / nice try / very very / hopeless water is free / i am free / are you thirsty? -- If pens are pens and words are words what man'r of things are these? Tis true, both words and pen are ves'ls words carry ink, pens carry form but pen a sculptor's chisel and words a sculptor's stone. The magic that you see herein is not in words or pen but in the bond that lies between the reader and his vis'n. -- 11-12-00 At 5:30 in the morning it is very quiet and very still. 11-10-00 Some mornings, when I wake up, I don't remember what my alarm clock is, how it works, or where that goddamn noise is coming from and how to turn it off. This morning, when I got in the shower, I couldn't remember which tap was cold and which tap was hot. 11-9-00 last night I had a dream... in which I actually becamse a killer. I didn't kill a lot of people... I don't remember how many, I think maybe 1 or 2. but what I do remember is that ... it's like virginity - once you're a killer, you can't go back. even if you want to. no matter how much you want to. it changes you forever. Most of my dreams are not lucid, which means that I don't know that they are dreams until I wake up. In the dream, I actually killed someone. In the dream, I actually became a killer. It's a thing I cannot describe accurately - but I think if you experienced it, you'd know I had as well. I remember waking up in a jolt in the middle of the night and feeling overwhelmingly glad that it was just a dream and I was not a killer and my life had not been changed that way forever. Killing is a choice. A choice of futures. 11-8-00 ...and we still don't know who will guide the nation for the next four years. on a campus of 50,000 students, you get to know people - people that you don't know you know their schedules, you give them names - names of people you know that they remind you of 11-7-00 I saw two dead squirrels on campus today. 10-31-00 I had forgotten how nasty and how quickly a jack-o-lantern gets when it sits on the balcony in the rain. I think it was bleeding. 10-26-00 I wouldn't mind if you balancd that glass of milk where my visiting friend accidentally was killed. It would be ok with me if you wrote a reminder of things you'll forget to do today otherwise using a green magic marker on the back of my head. 10-25-00 Mostly recovered. one can only ignore the atrocities of the (human) world for so long before one must accept them. 10-18-00 It's like there's a shield of sickness between me and the world. It distorts all my senses - those coming in and those going out. At this point, I'm so sick that the only reason I can function at all is because the things I do are ingrained in me as learned skills - walking, talking, typing. These are all things I don't need to think about doing. If I tried to think about them, I'd probably screw up. It's kinda like being high, only not as much fun. I don't want toook like I'm spacing out, so I really should look at the computer, but it's so much more fun to type without looking at it, and just staring off into space. I hope I get well soon. "If there's anything you need me to do, just say so. I haven't done much for the past couple of days. I'm not complaining, I just don't want you to think I'm a slacker." Which I am. 10-12-00 Oh what a luxury I have - not only do I have lots of socks to wear, but I get to wear a clean pair every day! I'm glad I get to be an American. PERSPECTIVE! 10-10-00 If the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts. --Albert Einstein (and TAMS Chemlab motto ) 10-9-00 "We were once so close to heaven, Peter came out and gave us medals, declaring us the nicest of the damned." - They Might Be Giants, Read Moving to Berlin. 10-5-00 --- "Jeff, you are the one who just can't understand. You messed up. You hurt me. You don't get to be with me anymore." "But if you would just listen, I can explain..." "No. It's over. Accept that." "Except that what?" --A girl and a guy, on the sidewalk outside my window -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And the worst part is, not only can I not help hearing their pain, I can't help thinking "Do they know that they're quoting old 'Friends' episodes?" -- http://www.inpassing.org/ 27 Sept 00 10-3-00 TRINCULO. Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo-be not afeard-thy good friend Trinculo. STEPHANO. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull the by the lesser legs; if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos? (The Tempest) 10-2-00 What a long weekend. I saw JB,AM,BC,RG,AT,CJ,RR and Hobbs. All but two of whom I live in the same town with. All but four of whom I haven't seen for a year. Psycho Beach Party: pretty cool very silly definite cult classic. Boyz cellar: fun,good music, good vibes, but Madonna's Music pierced Hobbs' brain and she had to go outside :(. Hottubbing we're hottubbing. We're what's happening. (Apologies to Iggy Pop) All in all a great weekend. 9-29-00 Yesterday, in my Sociology class, I listened to a girl talk about the differences in how easterners and westerners think of veal. How westerners think that the veal is oppressive and sexist, and easterners think that the veal is a sign of honor and chastity. It took me five minutes to figure out she was talking about a *veil*. 9-27-00 I think I figured out why I don't like my boss. She's not forgiving. 9-26-00 When you go to a school with over 50,000 students, eventually you see people you know. But they're not people who know, they just look like them. Except they're the wrong height, or weight, or race, or gender. Overalls are about the most comfortable thing in the world. Besides cotton sheets. I find it humorous that T, the other work-study, has not yet succumbed to (discovered?) the apathy of state employment. That said, there is a difference between "more work for them, less work for us" and doing a good, thorough job. 9-19-00 I just got the Sims. Built my house. Designed my people. Bought them stuff. This morning before I left for school, my barbeque stuff caught on fire. It burned my barbeque, my deck table, and all of my deck chairs. Bummer. I think I like being the senior work-study guy. Quotes: It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes. Some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield. 9-14-00 "I am on the verge of insanity knocking on the door of truth. The door opens and I find I've been knocking from the inside." -Anonymous (inpassing.org Graffiti, 12 may 00) 9-12-00 I am disappointed to discover that my friends have moods for art. Went to a contcert on Friday 9/8 (the KLBJ Shorefest at Auditorium Shores) saw: Pushmonkey (bad, lead vocalist is an arrogant dick) Toadies (awesome as always) Big Head Todd and the Monsters (excellent introduction to this bands blues-y rock sound) and the headliner: Stone Temple Pilots. It was totally sweet. Scott Weiland told us how he used to masturbate in jail, and he wook of his pants and wore an American-flagg-towel. 8-30-00 First day of school for the fall semester. I think I liked the summer session better when there was me and 5 other people on campus. 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