You Sans Voice Is Really Cute

I really don't have much to say; I'm leaving for field camp tomorrow morning. Except thank you: to Mom, Dad, and Mel for visiting me with high spirits and the patience to sit through 1,070 names read aloud; to Sarah for being so thoughtful; to work friends who are consistently entertaining, and whom I'll miss dearly; to Heather, Theo, and Dezirae for dinner tonight; to everyone who passed along such wonderful graduation gifts; and especially to Keith and Erin for being such considerate roommates.


See you in August!

my dog

your cat

The Rest of My Life

I found a free barn I'll see you guys later.

Holy

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
When you pass them at night
Beneath the silvery, silvery city bank lights
Arm-in-arm-in-arm and eyes-in-eyes glazing under.
Oh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over you
Well surprise, surprise they wouldn't want to watch
Another uninnocent, elegant fall
Into the unmagnificent lives of adults

-M. Berninger

Hey (just for fun)-- try to think of a better lyricist!

& On Into Monday

I'm in bed, writing this very slowly, in spurts. My eyes are closing.

I have it in my head that today needs to be recorded before I sleep, or else I'll lose something, and I'll be sad.

I woke up dizzy on a couch and remembered that, shit, I need to be somewhere. Setting up for the Education Abroad Center's reciprocity party that I created. I wore my Roy Orbison sunglasses that Grandma says scream "I AM HUNGOVER." Hardly anybody showed up, but for all we cared it was Part II of last night's EAC party. A beautiful day on Dutton Lawn. Japanese Taiko drummers performed for us, the most visceral, uplifting, intense and spiritual experience I've had in a long time. Honestly, we were moved. I gave them t-shirts stuffed in Nalgenes as pathetic thank-yous. They were honestly gracious; everybody was glad.

I pulled a bee's stinger out of my boss' foot.

Riding my bike east on the overpass, I saw dusk on flat straw fields. Riding my bike west on the overpass, I thanked God that I chose to keep the front brake on, because I couldn't stop. I should ride on the overpass more, because I think it would keep me grounded.

I stayed up late writing a report while listening to CDs loud, through headphones. I probably thought more about CDs and headphones than metamorphic petrology.

Things feel really good.