Well kids, it's time. I didn't think I was going to do this until I graduated, but that's just another example of the way I try to force my life into neat and tidy transition points, and I need to quit trying to do that. So, from henceforth, my journal setup is going to be rather different. I post this, my last public entry, to explain how and why ( Read more... )

Definitely forgot to put in the link. I know I could have edited the last entry, but I didn't think it needed to be any longer. Here it is:

There are thrilling moments, doubtless, for the spectator, the amateur, and the aesthete; but there is one thrill that is known only to the soldier who fights for his own flag, to the ascetic who starves ( Read more... )

Imagine you could look at your life unrolled like a strip of film. Not even the whole thing: just a segment. Say, a few years. Imagine seeing the different phases, the different relationships, laid next to each other. The backgrounds, the scenes, naturally change, but more interesting are the people. Their images change; some fade in and out and in ( Read more... )

By the way, this weekend I saw an E-type for the first time ever in real life. It was sleek. It was red. It awoke all my covetous and acquisitive impulses.

It was glorious.

So the story, for those of you who don't know it, is that after deciding to go offline for several days, I thought I'd like to make it a longer-term thing. I decided, a week ago when I was still off, that I'd stay that way till spring break, except on Tuesdays. I did this expecting that when I allowed myself back online that Tuesday, I would bounce ( Read more... )

To whom it may concern, distress, or discomfit: I am embarking on a period of radio silence. Um, with the Internet. That is to say, I'm cutting myself off for a little while. I will check my school email, where my business-related mail comes, my bank account, and the weather. And that's it. No livejournal, no personal email, no IM. And I will ( Read more... )

First of all, I want to say to all of you NoVa peeps who read this, scorn. See, I have the journals/blogs I read regularly grouped in three folders (shut up, Mozilla makes it very convenient to be a dork), and one is reserved for you guys. But really, I should just stop checking it. Because none of you post anything, ever. The most recent ones I ( Read more... )

Leah begged me to post this. So I will. Because I love her dearly :- )

the crabapple blossomEvery year in April they explode into a pink cloud ( Read more... )

Give a Man a Home- Ben Harper ( Read more... )

If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you must post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, old or new, just so long as it happened.

Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you.