Take Two (And Call Us In The Morning)

Whoever stole Erik's bike is gonna pay. I have begun a strict push-up regimen in anticipation of finding, confronting, and kicking that person's ass. Also I hear push-ups are the ultimate fitness test. (thx EK)

I think finals may get out as late as 10:30pm, as I passed a steady stream of bikes on my way to campus to work tonight. I also think that, as mindless as the pedaling masses are during the day, the onset of darkness makes these people at least 80% more retarded. At first they were nearly killing me, and by the end I was trying to kill them (or at least scare them into falling).

Here's a tip: get off your g.d. phone, buy a light and stay in your lane. I'm going home.

It's Me, Daniel London

Old Joy was exactly the slow, quiet, small movie I hoped it would be. A meditation on love in friendship, forgotten and strained by time and change but still present-- worn, as the title implies. Beautiful, and not unlike Junebug, another favorite with a penchant for long pauses and a perfect Yo La Tengo soundtrack.

I took a color quiz a while back, maybe you tried it too. I came across it and tried again, and the results were just as accurate. I don't remember exactly what it said; something to the tune of 'feels powerless, stressed, just wants love.' Basically, it's time to get something going-- I have no right to feel hopeless.