Having signed on to study in a small Southern hippie town, I've gone ahead and had my heart plug installed, enlisting into the living, breathing co-operative goodness that is Carrboro.  Yall ( Read more... )

I saw this small rat run across my living room floor, I chased it around the room with the door open; when finally cornered it charged me, jumped up and bit my hand. While given full props for bravery it would now have to die, flinging my hand vigorously I managed to unclench it from my hand (losing a large chunk of skin in the process) then did ( Read more... )

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Today I continue to ponder the question: why am I involved in a sport filled with such assholes?  Every triathlete I come across (apart from a doctor at work I hardly know), seems to be straight edge in all the worst ways, it's like dealing with the cops.

After applying in late December at Fleet Feet, Carrboro's running community nucleus, I was ( Read more... )

Due to an impending final I have stepped up my immersion of the Russian language to Huxlian proportions, playing webcasted radio softly while I sleep.


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What would the introductory conversation between Raskolnikov and Dr. Lector sound like?

Two freaky dreams from the last cycle: I'm with a medical team and we're restraining this very old woman, as she keeps cutting the people at her table with a blade and giggling; everyone's screaming at her. I suddenly start laughing too and place my nose two inches from hers in a deadlock stare. We share the moment, she becomes temporarily sane ( Read more... )

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Perfection is impossible, but once one becomes aware of excellence it becomes the only course of action to follow; unfortunately I have yet to step onto the level that is staring me down with open eyes, half a level above my brow.  It's all about momentum.  I find my stride, then invaribly something goes wrong and I spend the rest of the week ( Read more... )