The ornamental cherry trees are beginning to bloom. With the sole exception of autumn, I seem to love only the transition phases between seasons rather than the season itself. Fall, however, is without...
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i'm going to see Guitar Wolf and before them Hank Williams III.
sorry, emo girl, i get the better end of this deal.
hands down.
In short, I...
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My neck...
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Solon and Cleisthenes and Pericles, oh my!
I just don't know what to do with myself.
I've been on the internet less lately, and it's good for me. Keeps me alive and real and...
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(I think it's really crazy that we know all the same people. and i bet you were invited to the ninjas and pirates party tonight, weren'tcha?)
My hair smells like apple cider vinegar and my skin smells like lemons.
I rocked harder than God at MarioKart today.
My date with Euripides was a bit of a letdown, but more for him than for me, 'cause I didn't exactly show up. I am (still) a pathetic example of a student. I will wing my midterm tomorrow....
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uh.... and hi

I've been trying to think of who I'd take a bullet for, but I really can't think of anyone outside of my immediate family. I'd still throw a few sloppy punches for others, though, if the need arose.. but I'm pretty sure that I would be a terrible fighter.
Watched Fight Club recently for the first time, save...
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but I'm pretty sure that I would be a terrible fighter.
Keep your hands up, and go for ferocious primal effort-- it's your best hope if you can't punch.
it made me want to get in fights just to taste my own blood and get really into urban anarchist bombings and art. Art bombs?
Ooh! Check this guy outmy favorite modern artist: http://www.banksy.co.uk/ Banksy is all that and a bag of Krylon can tips. Theres a dude here in SF Ribbity that I like as well, thres a couple of his pieces here: http://www.3580.com/blog/archive_graff.php?page=11
I doubt this, er, "date" will be as hot as last night was (cryptic!), although there will be drunken Maenad frenzies involving the tearing apart of animal carcasses.
If your date was hotter than the drunken tearing apart of animal carcasses, then Im officially scared of you. Go on with your bad self!
I saw stars. Honestly. My peripheral vision shimmered with white light and there were moments where I forgot where I was. Those stars.
Why did you see stars? Head trauma? Was this part of the Epic Date? Should we be happy for you or concerned?
I heard "Doot Doot Ploot" by the Hidden Cameras on the radio at work yesterday, and...
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Honestly.
what: lasting political change.
yet I love life.

I'm writing a paper on Thucydides and...
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"We're doin' it again folks - it's Black History Month and the Urban Wine Network is putting on another wine tasting party for Black folks (and other folks) who love good wine, good food and good company.
"This time we'll be tasting wines made from the one of the most important of the Black Grape varieties - Zinfandel! Extra points to those who bring a Zin from a Black-owned winery."
As it happened, this tasting was at the house of a buddy of mine, so I got invited.
When I first arrived, I thought it would be pretty pretentious, but it turned out to be a lot of fun. I saw a guy that I knew from Kansas that I hadn't seen for years, and several of his friends from KS were there as well. They happened to be friends of the roomate of my buddy, and therefore also got the default invitation.
The winna? Coyote Creek Vineyard Paso Robles Zinfandel (14.2%); 1999: Med.color; bit alcoholic light blackberry/ jammy bit earthy/chalky nose. My contribution wasn't as good, but frankly, as it didn't get opened until 11:30, nobody cared.
or at least that's what I thought
uh oh....
*runs to bathrooM*