Finally, updation.
Making up words is funtastic, even if it causes me some chagrin...English major syndrome, you know. Ooo baby, make it hurt so good.
Spring has sprang, and goddamns is it good. Windows open, fans whirring, the lingering smells of winter nasty and too many cigarettes getting washed away. On the horizon: reading in the sun, drinking on the bluffs over the river, long walks to nowhere, etc. My seasonal affective disorder seems to vanish in a flash on one random spring day. It's not even that warm out, but it's warming my soul.
Also, Mike, Dave and I got interviewed this afternoon by the Star Tribune's religion reports on St. Thomas's whole gay discrimination fuck-up. That was cool. Apparently we'll be in tomorrow's paper. I haven't been interviewed by a major media interest since the night the Iraq War started (still don't know if they aired that footage), but it gives me a tingle. Kinda makes me wish I were famous. It's good to be opinionated.
That's about it, really. My personal life has pretty much been reduced to the stack of books I'm burning through and the handful of concerts I'm trying desperately to get to (Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Apr. 16th, please, Fate, let me get a ticket before it sells out). Money is the root of all disappointment.
Making up words is funtastic, even if it causes me some chagrin...English major syndrome, you know. Ooo baby, make it hurt so good.
Spring has sprang, and goddamns is it good. Windows open, fans whirring, the lingering smells of winter nasty and too many cigarettes getting washed away. On the horizon: reading in the sun, drinking on the bluffs over the river, long walks to nowhere, etc. My seasonal affective disorder seems to vanish in a flash on one random spring day. It's not even that warm out, but it's warming my soul.
Also, Mike, Dave and I got interviewed this afternoon by the Star Tribune's religion reports on St. Thomas's whole gay discrimination fuck-up. That was cool. Apparently we'll be in tomorrow's paper. I haven't been interviewed by a major media interest since the night the Iraq War started (still don't know if they aired that footage), but it gives me a tingle. Kinda makes me wish I were famous. It's good to be opinionated.
That's about it, really. My personal life has pretty much been reduced to the stack of books I'm burning through and the handful of concerts I'm trying desperately to get to (Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Apr. 16th, please, Fate, let me get a ticket before it sells out). Money is the root of all disappointment.