I believe that Columbia has gone on without me. When I came back home throughout my undergraduate studies, my friend base would diminish each time. I realize the cause for this now (other than the obvious alienation of my friends due to my asshole characteristics). It may be hard to relate if you're in a different position ( Read more... )

Somebody once told me that when we sleep, our boundaries between reality and the imaginary are broken down. We no longer are cognizant of the limits of our daily lives. We are free to express in any way to anyone.

If the boundaries of the three-dimensional world can break down, who's to say that the fourth dimension cannot also become free? Time is ( Read more... )

"Where?" asked Margot ( Read more... )

I had my interview with the professor from N.C. State on Wednesday morning. We were out of school again that day for a disappointing and poorly forecasted winter storm. The interview, I think, went well. He said that he would be making his decision within the next week, so I should be hearing from him soon. The whole thing has been quite nerve- ( Read more... )

Friday was an exciting day ( Read more... )

For as long as I can remember, the crunch of snow under my feet has made me feel isolated, yet comforted. It reminds me that I have some connection to the world, no matter if I am the only human being in sight ( Read more... )

Snow is on the horizon. Computer models spitting out anywhere between six inches and two feet of snow for the Norman area over the last couple of runs. While our totals will likely be near the lower end of that, I can't help but wish for the two feet. That would be, by far, the largest snow that I've witnessed in my life (that I can remember). ( Read more... )

The first night in Seattle, I had the room to myself. For a few minutes, I simply looked out the window over the far-reaching string of lights that tied together the city. It was calming. Something about the lights of cars and silhouettes of human beings mingling with one another in apparent silence is aesthetically pleasing ( Read more... )

What do you think about when you're walking or driving back to your apartment at night? I find, especially when it's cold, my mind wanders. Watching the steam pour from my mouth, I think about everything, and sometimes that scares me. I suppose it's the same way lying in bed at night before I fall asleep. It's that apparent isolation, that mirage ( Read more... )

"...in a way, it makes sense that it isn't. It just never was ( Read more... )