and one fine morning…
Archive for April, 2008
homegrown
Apr 27th
It’s almost summer. School is wrapping up nicely. The next two weeks will be a shit show, but I think that’s how things really ought to be this time of year when I’m in classes: caffeine abuse, heightened productivity, weird sleep patterns, and dangerous levels of confidence. The task list is: a paper and presentation on chaos in economics, a finance problem set and final. Cake.
I started reading a trilogy of scifi books that Barry (and Calvin) recommended to me, which have been awesome. They’re by Peter Hamilton, and so far, I am very impressed by them. I shouldn’t say them; I am only about 1000 pages into the first book, but it’s pretty sweet. Luckily, this desire to read candy books all day long comes at the wrong time. But soon…soon.
I started running again. Having taken an extended break for the entirety of ski season, it feels good to remember why running makes me feel so elated. I’ve also started working out more consistently. The effects of weight training and running are so different on my mental state though, that it’s hard for me to think of them in the same category. Running makes me feel alive, capable, and independent. Lifting makes me feel confident, attractive, and accomplished. I told Woods that I’d run for a couple hours with him later this summer, so I need to get my ish together for that.
There are plenty of other things to write about, but maybe I don’t want to. To summarize: this past weekend was phenomenal (went to Dan’s, a fashion show, Medeski Martin & Wood concert, and a ski team party last night, and in the process, spent time with most of my favorite people in Boulder), the new band is going well, and I feel like Brandon and I are getting closer as Ronnie prepares to depart for law school.
Track of the week: Kings of Leon – Fans (Audio only)
tomorrow i will edit PHP faster…
Apr 22nd
I think I have finished the migration process. The old blog glitched out and was unsecure, so now I’m on something that’s smoother and much more stable: wordpress.
Fun with the internets!
Update: I’ve imported the old blogs. Unfortunately, I was using dumb code before, so I had to rewrite the RSS.php file to include all the old blogs, and then import the text. The upside is that it took me 5 minutes. The downside is that after about 30 minutes of poking around, I think that’s the best I can do. I guess now I “have the opportunity to” learn the new system. In the meantime, the old blogs are at /bloog. I’ll bring in the photos and learn how wordpress does thumbnailing soon. /victory
מגע של ידיך
Apr 3rd
It was raining heavily when I left my house this morning at 4:45. My mother and I listened to the Feynman lectures on physics while we drove to the airport, which reminded us both of her parents—my grandparents. After my parents got married, they moved to the Yosemite valley, where they worked as doctors in the clinic there, and the staff was all quite tightly knit. So, my mother left this morning to visit some of the nurses from Yosemite, now in Seattle.
The rain reminded me of St. Louis and Chicago. Early morning. Cold. Rain for Denver, but drizzle by midwest standards.
When I parked in Boulder and started walking up to campus, I put on my winter coat, which is really just a wind/water-”proof” shell that makes me feel impervious to the elements. The pockets were filled with trash, so I meandered off the path to a trash can and discarded the bits of paper and carboard that I had been carrying, but I saw a flash of yellow that looked familiar. There on the top of the heap of canned trash was a small, thin-cardboard box, flattened and worn, with yellow exterior and words written on it in marker:
Restore the art of living.
I thought of who had recently worn my coat, and the hands that had written those words and held that trash, and was very pleased. Over the years, we’ve found some interesting treasures in the poverty-tortured neighborhoods around North Grand, the most recent of which were, to an outsider, bits of trash. But to those who have an affinity for growth, an affinity for vision, there’s a lot to learn from the things that society discards. So DC, I’m not sure if you ever read this, but if you do, thanks for leaving the important trash in my coat, and keeping me thinking today.
