My long term memory of events has never never been very fluid. They come to me in the form of disjointed still frame photographs ( Read more... )

Damnit! Freebirds World Burrito just opened their Dallas franchise. And my damn nocturnal rommate is still passed out on the couch.[1] I've been waiting for months for them to finish building the place. Hell, I've considered driving 3 hrs down to College Station just to eat lunch. My belly hurts and I want a burrito! [Grumble ( Read more... )

So I'm slowly learning to cook. After eating eggs every morning for the past 2 months, I've a trained hand at fliping an omelet. And yesterday I engineered some mighty fine Creamy Hashbrown casserole. Which ups my tally of homemade dishes to umm... 4. Fear me ( Read more... )

I've found myself in a bad mood for the last several days. I'm sad and angry and I don't know why ( Read more... )

Was afforded a rare opportunity to see the Chickenhawks[1] play this evening at Bone Ash in the Crescent hotel, but my company bailed on me last minute. Getting a seat would involve waiting around in the lobby for about 3 hrs. And much as I enjoy the band, I'm not about to sit alone in a hotel lobby for 3 hrs ( Read more... )

You ever get the feeling that if you step back far enough, you can see the eddys of life spinning slowly around at a great distance? And that eventually that vortex is going to get tighter and faster. That in short order you'll be helplessly thrown and buffeted about until there is some great catclysmic event that involves you being sucked bodily ( Read more... )

Bah. I had something politically opinionated to say about the war coverage and the likely structure of the agreements between the press and the gov't concerning the conditions upon which reporters are allowed to accompany troops on the field. It would be tedious for me to explain it and painful to read. But I think that there may be a little more ( Read more... )

Well I've been keeping this journal for near on 2 years now. I had intended on pestering friends and acquantances into keeping thier own journals. The idea being that we could all stay in touch with one another without having to put forth the effort of, well, keeping in touch ( Read more... )

So this is my first entry. Seems a wee bit silly when I'm the only person reading it but it seems somehow proper to have this last summer of my misspent young adulthood chronicled. Perhaps one of you guys will get a kick out of reliving it all through koko-vision ( Read more... )