A year or so ago, this mole type thing appeared on my neckshoulder. It didn't bother me for several months, and then it started to get sore and tender. I figured it was just because of the location: close to necklaces, prime target for my hair brush. I'd put a bandaid over it to protect it, but that didn't seem to help. After a while, I figured I ( Read more... )

Tom got me a Holga for my birthday. I wish I knew more about photography. Here are a few from my first roll. They're about as mediocre as they come. I want to learn how to work with multiple exposures and stuff.

( Holgafication )

Each morning, the students in my elementary school would be gathered in the gym to say the Pledge and do some sort of learning activity. The morning meetings would end with the whole gym-full of students singing "Heal the World" by Michael Jackson, the CD playing crudely over the loudspeaker. This was in 1992 in suburban Worcester, MA, and we're ( Read more... )

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I don't like them. And for the past few weeks, I haven't wanted anything sweet, particularly in the morning. Not even Honey Bunches of Oats, which are my favorite. Today, though, I really wanted a chocolate chip cookie ( Read more... )

The elevator at my metro stop is a block north of the escalator exit, so people on the north end of Connecticut tend to take the elevator rather than bear the mile long (this is an exaggeration) escalator on the other end (the Woodley Park metro stop is the second deepest in the METRO system, just behind Forest Glen's, which doesn't even have ( Read more... )

A few nights ago, I woke up reciting the number "340 347". Somehow, this number was significant in my dream, but I can't remember the context. It's been driving me crazy since. I did a google search, with no relevant results. It appears to be part of the name of some Manga. I also checked out the associated color in hexadecimal. It's a pretty color ( Read more... )

On my way to work each day, I see people leisurely riding their bikes in their pretty dresses and suits.

So why is it that when I ride to work, I arrive looking like an old dish rag?

This is my thesis before the survey is distributed and results figured. This is the first 60%. I apologize in advance for the formatting, or, lack thereof. I don't feel like going through 30some pages to reformat it after it's been bastardized by Word.

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