Oh dear Jesus, just give me an hour in which to sleep. This is the week from hell school-wise at the moment. Maybe sometime tomorrow I can share with you why Thanksgiving rocked so much. And now, back to paper. Aieee!

Ah, the joy of posting and not being completely swamped with work. Ye gods. So the Dealer had some problems last week with pictures, resulting in much consecutive staying up too late working on my part, and there was a physics midterm, and a Comp Sci lab of doom (writing a goodly chunk of a shell), and a series of small but intentional fires. I was not involved directly, although I know somebody who had the suspect walk into her class and sit there for no apparent reason (the arsonist is reportedly an alum, or possibly a dissatisfied grad student). It's all going to hell around here, it seems. But it's fun. And there was that guy on the subway who started gibbering at me in pseudo-German, and tried to give me a quarter, and that guy at the bus stop who tried to sell me gold chains and pot.

And there was a fencing tournament, at which I was marginally competent and thoroughly exhausted. Thereafter followed the shortest fencing party ever.

And oh, the tradtion that is Loud Music and Drinking night, which does not generally involve that much drinking or that loud of music, though we sang a lot of it yesterday. Yay, drinking songs and randomness. Fortunately, ther are an unusual number of trained singers at these things, and on this particular occasion, a guitar (and someone who played it rather well). All told, I got back at 3 and stayed up until 4 finishing a song I've been working on lately, which is now all up in the archive's face... or something:
"Chicago Rain My Blues Away", for those interested.

All things considered, I'm probably doomed. And nonetheless I feel straight-up groovy. Which if it isn't an accpetable phrase for this decade, it will be soon. Mark my words

Unrelatedly, wow, it's already almost Thanksgiving. Hopefully I'll see you folks over the break.

Godspeed, ladies and gentlemen.

Did I mention I have a shiny gold shirt now? Pictures will be taken sooner or later. Whee!

Do yourself a favor and read all of them. I laughed out loud at least five times.

Top 30 Chuck Norris Facts

Bah, happenings continue to happen, and my last post just sits there being dangerously near to emo. Silly angst... er, or something.

So, the Shady Dealer is finally a goddamn Recognized Student Organization (almost). After agreat deal of being reasonable with the committee and answering their questions (yes, the names "Brian McEnergy" and "Rufus Nerdlinger" are made up), we're through. And we only have to deal with a little bit of censorship. We have to send all our articles through our advisor, Ted Cohen. Fortunately, Prof. Cohen's life's work is on jokes and the ethics of humor. And he's enjoyed every issue so far. So he's cool like that.

And... Zach and I celebrated this by doing shots of apple vodka. Blech.

Anyway, further events ensued, but I'm to bed with me.

Idealism, when forced into a pragmatic, unpleasant-but-long-term-healthy course of action, occasionally whirs itslef into a ball of tension and bitterness. So... argh.

In less angsty news (Man, I hate being angsty, but that doesn't really help), I actually had a decent day. And I've made $22 this week getting studied and probed (well, probed not so much). Also, Harold and Kumar is still an incredible movie. God bless Neil Patrick Harris.

"Where will you go?"
"Wherever God takes me."

And in music, I am on a hell of a Belle & Sebastian kick, having downloaded on a semi-random basis one of their albums (The Boy with the Arab Strap). "Dirty Dream Number Two", "Is It Wicked Not to Care?", and of course "A Summer Wasting" happens to resonate well at the moment.

Alas, October, I barely knew ye.

Ah, well. On to shorter and more turkey-laden months.

To start November off with a bang, I'm going to give you all a very special link:
Grinnell College Radio

I probably should have put this up at the beginning of the year, but I only was recently informed that the webstreaming instructions on the site actually work...at least for some computers. Unfortunately, it's pretty ambiguous which computers get it and which don't. Mine doesn't, but I'm thinking that may have something to do with me using a Mac.

Anyway, this prestigious organization pays me the moneys to listen to jazz for them, and even lets me have some sort of "radio show" for two hours every Wednesday. So, if you're not doing anything from 6-8pm tomorrow, you know where to be. That's right, sitting in front of your computer, looking at porn, and listening to my incessant ramblings and musical selections. And even if that's not your cup of tea, stop by the "staff" section on the site and check out my picture and bio.

Happy Motifs, Everyone.