F-I-C-T-I-O-N

08:00 pm

I was intoxicated enough on Friday night to rationalize walking out into an intense storm in a bathing suit, flip flops, and t-shirt in the middle of the morning (2 AM I believe). In my mind, I was dreaming of going toward the fountains in the center of the UT campus and communing with nature. At least, that is what I kept on saying. Whatever that means. Basically, I told Oz, Heather, and Chris, who were with me at the time, not to ask questions: this was a shamanistic quest. Compelled as I was, I didn't really travel that far, because it was really cold and I was still feeling pretty nasty, so I decided not to make it too much worse. I made it to the fountain along 21st street before turning back.

I was silently thinking about my untapped potential, and what was keeping me from performing. Most of it laziness. Some of it has to do with my proclivity to procrastinate. Some of it must also be apprehension to let myself loose; perhaps my questioning of myself over whether or not I am ready is, in itself, an inhibition to my productivity. I can't even practice getting better with that kind of question in mind, because it makes everything seem self-defeating. If that makes sense.

Another inhibition is probably wasting time on this website talking about it all. Other things being equal, I just would rather not have this livejournal to worry about. Not that you readers aren't any help; I just have to get myself out of this deadly cycle of committing and then waiting. So I think I am about done with it, writing here and all. As much as I like reading journals and communities, it's just a cure for the boredom, and not much else. This one doesn't really have much purpose other than a daily status update every now and then. I know I just got some good friends on it, and some of you are in other countries, and many of you are very interesting to talk to.. but for me, now isn't the time to be blogging when I could be doing something consequential rather than dumping more words into cyberspace about bullshit. This is one of my better, self-fulfilling prophecies, if you ask me. I once remarked here that I am just providing free reading material for whoever comes across my page, but when writing I sometimes delete huge, lengthy narratives worth of text only to erase those ideas forever. I guess that's what someone does when they kill their livejournal. So, that's that. Is this a premature sign of me becoming a more interior person? Perhaps, but that is what I think is important. Shed this excess and get closer to freedom. Yet another internet graveyard that I've built here.

01:13 am - Leaf House

We've made it to another October.

I have began to collect and meditate on paradoxes; contradictions exist in our theories, our languages, and our perceptions. These new thoughts probably stem from my newest reading material, Douglas R. Hofstadter's Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid, given to me by Heather from who knows where. It's a used copy with some strange notes in it, but I'm beginning to etch my own thoughts onto pages as I begin the text. So far, it is quite captivating to me, and I anticipate that it will certainly affect me. I'll have to remark on what develops as I get further into the book.

The paradoxes I like most so far are linguistic ones like this one:

The following statement is true
The preceding statement is false

the loops the loops they never end

others like Zeno's motion paradox are pretty cool to think about too... how you can never really pass someone by, because distances edge closer and closer to zero infinitesimally.

I also have a newfound respect for Zen koans, and will probably start collecting those too.



Money's a bit low, so instead of shelling out for Guided by Voices @ Stubb's for the final tour (part of me weeps, but I'll still have the records), I've caught wind of a KVRX pledge-drive kickoff night at the 21st street Co-op. Looks like I'm just going to go chill out and have a good time at a party, something I haven't done in quite some time.

This might free up concert money for me to see Do See Make Think, and figure out what I think of them. Still counting on the Junior Boys show to be badass. Further anticipation extends to a possible third Interpol concert for me. Beyond that, Ellen Allien has a DJ set @ Plush sometime in November. I want to dress like futuristic disco trash and rave it up to some cool microhouse.



This is the point where I'm caught between relating more personal things and going into intense diatribes about something else. Then I think I'm stunned at the amount of effort I pour into making my livejournal appear semi-serious. When it comes down to it, I'd like to just post diatribes or essays, occasionally sprinkled with lyrics or poetry. That will start happening more often. I feel that my muse is taking shape and I need to see how adept I am at expression.

Honestly now,
-rj-

12:29 pm

2 hours with Wilco @ Stubb's on Saturday allowed me to discover that "War on War" is one of my favorite songs. Do we all lose in the end? I suppose Jeff Tweedy thinks so. The band interpreted songs from all their albums, and I was surprised at how well the new stuff translated live. It seemed that every nuance and weird sound that exists in the studio "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart" was faithfully recreated, with the help of a few laptops and synthesizers. Imagine that, even alt-country (what a strange name for a genre, but hey I didn't make it up) is revolutionizing and modernizing. Which just goes to prove more of my hypothesis on the advancement of music: Digital Signal Processing is becoming everything. Futurize thyself.

Also, Calexico is a pretty strong outfit as well, and mariachi elements are pretty original to incorporate into a rock context.
Kudos to all the ACL kids for seeing great bands this weekend as well.



I'm digging deeper into Middle English. We are expected to submit some "substantial, at least semi-serious, but exciting" papers (according to my prof) about the linguistic aspects of a particular text. For said task, I have chosen the famous Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, which some of you might have heard of from the Tolkien translation. I am particularly interested in the word "nye," which to this point has gone undefined or indeterminate in semantic content. Plus it's a simple, short word, and a noob like me needs that. It occurs a few times throughout the text. What I am speculating so far, given my introductory knowledge of French, is that the word is a result of linguistic drift and simplification into dialectical English over time. The roots in question come from the modern ascrpitive form of negation in French, "n'est pas" and the idiomatic expression "il y a." Thus, you can say "there isn't any.." with "il n'y a pas." I might be going out on a limb, but "nye" looks like a contracted "n'y a." Now, all I have left to do is make the idea sound scholastically important, perhaps locate some other instances of "nye" to see what else it could mean, and the jackpot which would be some evidence for an ancient dialect or occurence of "nye" in French texts.

These are topics that my professor calls "real clenchers." As in, this is the really exciting stuff. In stuffy academic terms, I guess it is pretty neat.

But my favorite analogy goes like this: It's pretty exciting, except it's not.

-rj-

12:28 pm

Napoleon Dynamite was a playful pseudonym used back in 1986 by Declan McManus, otherwise known as Elvis Costello. He has recorded music using a number of aliases including "Napoleon Dynamite & The Royal Guard".

04:25 pm - PS. or How I alienate myself from the populated world

I put Kevin Drumm in my headphones today while walking between classes. UT students know: people are just swarming, it's hot, and you probably won't run into many people you know.

So with this stuff in mind, I decided to put a big wall between my mind and the outside world with white noise. I think I finally understand the purpose of Drumm's sonic assaults. You don't spin this on your stereo for comfortable listening; you sure as hell don't play this at a party unless you want to empty the block for good. No, you do it to feel like an alien. You realize how weird it is that you're bringing yourself among everyone's complicated, conscious histories, avoiding eye contact and just passing by in a public place. Everyone's got something going on, and you can't even fathom the slightest reasons for their existences, but you don't question it because you frankly don't have time for that.

That's when I realized how alone a person is in the world. Even to themselves.

-rj-

03:37 pm - Why, I wonder, is my heart full of holes?

My first Wilco show approaches. I've always had mixed feelings about this band; they are under a heap of critical acclaim since their inception, but I personally didn't see them as groundbreaking or complicated (and perhaps not so great) for a long time, especially with the straightforward pop of Summerteeth. This album didn't necessarily dazzle me when I picked it up, but I learned most of the songs on the record for my own sake, because there are compelling melodic statements on it. It conjures comparisons to latter day R.E.M., but without the mysterious spirituality and longing that Michael Stipe injects. Instead it's much more clear and pristine, perhaps a little more youthful, for the listener. Summerteeth is a safe, comfortable rock record. Granted, there is much good to be said of a competent songwriter who can pen a memorable melody, song after song, for a consistent album length's time. Jeff Tweedy is such a composer, a seemingly simple everyman who writes catchy ditties about confused feelings, growing up, and loneliness in modern times. He sprinkles his gems with lyrical melancholy, one of my favorites being, "How do you fight loneliness? / Just smile all the time," against a somber, minor key acoustic strum.

The aforementioned critical smash reached it's highest height for the band following their release of the now infamous Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. It has taken time for me to let the album sink in, but I'm beginning to notice how they've taken the wistful pop of their past and thrown it into a soup of experimental ideas. For several different listens, the bubbling static underneath the lurch of "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart" didn't even occur to me. An intimate listen with headphones gave me the epiphany: Jim O'Rourke's production, heavy on the subtle nuancing of noises and feedback, combines with Tweedy's romantic balladry for a hell of a record. I've come to love it now, and I agree with the people who think it is an amazing statement. "Reservations" is definitely one of my favorite songs ever. How it fades into a hazy finale is touching, and is extrememly appropriate for an ending to a great but challenging album.

I haven't dug much into the new album, but I definitely will before the concert. It's like music appreciation homework to get the best possible concert experience.

Now I return to Summerteeth with a more mature perspective, and so far I'm loving it more than I remember. So while all you ACL festival-goers enjoy bands on Saturday night, I'll be chillin' at Stubb's.

That's my essay on Wilco in my life today.
-rj-

11:08 pm

Imagine being the person who takes the first picture of a planet around another star.

03:49 pm - Your footsteps give you away.

Everything is subjective because we interpret objective reality subjectively.

This statement about subjectivity is effective, because merely suggesting that subjectivity is an overriding principle allows people to make objections such as, "what about people who thought they were subjectively correct in exterminating and experimenting with debilitated, helpless humans, along with homosexuals and Jews?" I have to admit, it is difficult to reconcile an extreme issue like this to make my view even the least bit comforting, or perhaps more moral. Truthfully I cannot precisely respond in an effictive manner, yet. Trip Lindner and I fought and fought over this principle.

Keep in mind, however, that the truth probably does not have your comfort in mind. I said this to him while poking holes in some of his rationale as well; he said things like, "If God did not exist, then human life would have no purpose in the universe." A statement like this is, according to Kant, a logical fallacy, because it supposes that God, a metaphysical construction or idea, is necessary for some condition of human purpose.

Logically: Man can find a purpose in existence iff God exists as creator.

I do not deny, however, the existance of an objective reality, as some postmodernists have, or as existentialism has been criticized to imply at a logical extreme. Some examples of objective facts are: the existence of gravity and other physical forces, the sun pulling the earth around in an orbit, etc. I tend to think of these objective facts as sorts of environmental limits on subjectivity; one would behave absurdly, flying in the face of the traditions of rational science, to think otherwise about these statements.

What are some other examples of objective reality?

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In order for two things to be the same, it follows that all the properties of two objects must be exactly the same. Therefore, applying this to people in general, one can see that although we are all biologically similar, constructed of the same amino acids and DNA chains, we are still unique creatures. Codons express different proteins for our bodies. Genetic variation at the molecular level allows for variance among the species.

Therefore, none of us is the same. It is quite likely that we will express our ideas with different words; we will derive aesthetic fulfillment from different objects in the world; we will give definitions using different sets of arguments and phrases.

We are radically subjective instances of sexual reproduction in the homo sapiens species set.

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Is there some sort of metalinguistic, metaphysical, meta-anything that can be ascertained as truth underneath our ideas?

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I have been pondering the rhetoric applied to the search for the Higgs Boson. Some scientists call it "The God Particle" because it is specualted to play a decisive role in unifying forces. They probably call it that because a model that can explain the world from physical observations (instead of metaphysical considerations) can be proven both sufficient and necessary. Would this "replace" God? Does religion have a dark future?

02:08 am

02:11 pm

I just gave myself a present: 13 hours of sleep. Brunch time for a good day.

12:47 am

I have consulted the Austin shows listing online to figure out which concerts I will definitely attend in the upcoming weeks.

9/11 - The Shins w/ Rogue Wave and The Glands @ Stubb's
9/18 - Wilco w/ Calexico @ Stubb's
10/2 - Guided by Voices, the last tour ever @ Stubb's
10/12 - Mouse on Mars w/ Ratatat and Junior Boys @ The Parish

The upcoming Shins show should be excellent... Back when they were supposed to play during the summer, I was unfortunately going to miss the show, and I was really bummed. So, this feels like a great second chance. I can't wait to hear them rip into "Kissing the Lipless" (which, in my head, is the ideal opener because of that great vocal octave that explodes during the first verse), and hopefully we will also get to hear my favorite song by them, "Gone for Good."

Goal for the month of September: spend less than eighty dollars. So far, I've only shelled out nineteen on a ticket to The Shins.

Obviously, you can see I am excited about seeing The Shins live. Because I keep saying "The Shins."

On a semi-related note to the content of this message, yesterday I couldn't fucking decide whether punctuation went inside quotation marks. Some would call it a brain fart, and although that is a funny and useful term, I tend to think (hope) that the stuff going on in my head is more dignified and proper. Yeah, I'm a great English major; I should keep at it though, because I obviously am not familiar with the elemental stuff.

It's like forgetting how to spell a really common word because you can't remember the goddamn word construction rules. Like, when do you make plural consonants on a stem word if you're going to add an -ed or -ing type suffix inflexion? It's a killer for the word "label." I want to say labeled, but it's probably labelled, but my spell checker will tell me who is right.

Actually I was right the first time on that one.

These are the things that just melt in your memory because you're tired of thinking about them after you become jaded. I mean older.

That's the end of talking about grammar and word rules. And the end of this post. Stop reading now. Seriously, if you don't stop now I'm going to be angry. Why are you still reading.

Alright, now I'm pissed, you can expect me to come and kick your chest in.

You haven't even stopped reading after a physical threat. Think you're pretty tough?

That's right, keep on reading. Do whatever you want. It's your world, I'm just living in it... take your time, no really.

-rj-

08:39 am

Lately I sleep on other peoples' couches. I feel like a drifter. Thank you Josh, thanks Charles and roomates for providing pillows.


Perhaps I'm feeling low because I've been restless for a few days. Big existential questions are bothering me again. They are heavy things that are ultimately beyond my control. It is only human that I feel I would rather sleep than face them. This is exactly what Charles and I decided pragmatism is really saying: some issues will kill you before you make any sense of them.

So the moral is: do fabulous drugs, have fun, make use of yourself if you want, go out with a bang and then stop existing and get forgotten by time. You haven't got a lot of room for much else. I'm telling lies.

Yep, the secret to life. How glorious.

-rj-

01:12 am - Late night munchies note. Oh yeah, and let's hear it for MATH.

2001: A Space Odyssey. My entertainment. For the evening. I. Say. Damn.

For those who have watched it, think of how every footstep in the movie is in slow motion due to the low gravity... The effect adds a tremendous but silent momentum to every movement a character takes, even in the most idle task. This is why, if you really sit down and take in all the brilliantly slow subtlety of the film, you sit in amazement as someone reorients their body by walking around in a circle in a small hallway of the space shuttle, or as a crew member jogs in a continuous circle among the frozen survey team.. Perhaps some of the most famous and memorable Kubrick scenes. He films steps that are, truly, still our frontier, never taken before. In a sense, the crew takes totally unique directions in a totally alien environment, the no-man's land otherwise known as "outer space," and your enemy on the other side of the trench is the vast, gaping hole of the indifferent Universe.

But it's all sooooo slllllloooowwwwwwww....... and then, for those who know, I say that describing the rest can go a little like this, just not to complicate things too much: you slip through time, or whatever, and it's all colorful, and no wonder the movie was referred to as "The Ultimate Trip." Emphasis on the trip part.

If you're good, and you happen to be a film maker, you make it all look sexy and modern, but in a futuristic way that is also timeless, all the while working to make it very believable and reasonable (oo quite complicated). Kubrick was quite the man for the occasion. I know it blows my mind that this film was released in 1968.

Sometimes I wonder if my ruminations on the subject of the universe are somewhat uniformed; I don't really know how to represent its forces in precise physics, but I could, you know, if I was given a fucking formula. I have a rather limited understanding of calculus, but I can work with it. Integration is a nice little tool. This is why I call for an applause for math. I'm amazed at how well this movie seems to obey what you would expect in outer space.

I think the movie is about evolution on a Universal scale, and it gestures to such an extreme complexity of human essence that it culminates in a beautiful picture of the ultimate, transcendent being of someone who dies and passes on in another form. A beautiful idea, it is.. perhaps there's no way I can tell you if it's necessarily true, but I like it.

So, I watch this movie this past evening, at the end of a day when I have a conversation with my previous R.A., Ryan Bickmore, about the new planets that astronomers are observing. We are indirectly detecting multiple planets orbiting other stars besides our own.. This type of research has actually shown us some amazing stuff. The so called "exoplanets" we had seen, prior to recent discoveries, were large and probably gaseous like our Solar System's Jupiter. Some anomalies were observed: the said giant planets were extremely close to their sun, so it was a different model of a system than our own. More than likely, this planet is sterile in terms of life, due to extremely high temperatures that would likely deviate over long periods as the huge planet rotated around.

Now, as I mentioned "recent discoveries," we have been finding planets somewhat comparable to the size of Neptune. On a relative scale, a Neptune-sized object is only about 15 times bigger than the Earth if I'm not mistaken (because honestly I might just be pulling that out of my ass). That's a huge difference compared to the giants we were finding. One of these planets, according to the bbc, is inside of a system including 3 other planets.

Soon, it looks as if we may lower that scope of detection even further, to the point that we discover, perhaps, a world like ours.. same size, spinning around some other star. Another Green World, as I would probably say. This view of mine is definitely optimistic about detecting some sort of extraterrestrial life forms.. and how revolutionary, how huge would that be. It's just that, that stuff is so far away as it is, so we can't really take a picture of it yet, or anything. Maybe someday.

It was like my conversations of the day inevitably lead up to watching 2001. Which is awesome. And stuff.

-rj-

Ps. My fav. character is HAL 9000, and he is afraid of death.

Current Mood: calm

02:42 am - The end of music, and the end of everything.

First of all I just realized that I lost five dollars somewhere. Fuck. No clue what happened to it.

Perhaps that reflects somewhat the nature of the evening... It just can't be easily explained. T'was the Animal Collective and Black Dice show at Emo's. I'll get my remarks about the Collective down, because they were, in a word, perplexing. I vaguely recognized a track from the new album, which they played first. But from that point onward, absolutely anything seemed like it was game to be included in the music.. Some critics have called their style free-folk, or the perhaps slightly more degrading freak-folk. The whole point of the characterized music seems to be ridiculous absurdity and a healthy helping of chance. At some points it seemed incredibly random, every band member shrieking in rhythm to a backdrop of distortion and whacked out tribal drums, with guitars noodling somewhere in the air, suggesting some melodies or just outright feedback and noise, each sound seemingly not matching with the entire picture.

I enjoy Sung Tongs quite a bit. Compared to their chaotic live show, the record aims at blurring the edges of pop song structures and melodies, just giving a pinch of familiarity, but not scrapping the whole damn thing altogether. The group should be commended for maintaining a consistent aesthetic and overall sound, but I just don't think random noise qualifies for live musicality. I used to do that in the band I had, contorting shrieks out of my amp from where I was standing. It doesn't take much. It's hard to get it in a correct context, I think.

Although I have to admit, you won't find anything else like Animal Collective. You can only make sounds like that once.

Black Dice's performance made the whole night worthwhile, though, and much more than that. I thought it was amazing. To conclude the set, they laid down a pulverizing drill of static rumbling down towards the core, and decorated the air above with snapshots of twisted guitar and digital bleeps, coated in a thick haze of warm chords reverberating in loops. The effect was impressive, I imagined the ground beneath me crumbling away. I suppose that segment sticks out most because it was the last thing I heard. The rest of the set was solid, but their performances also have a random element, so it's hard to distinguish the particulars. I thought of Fennesz, with his fixations on droned, fuzzed-out melody over noise. Black Dice seems like a little more idiosyncratic and playful version of that sound. I need to get away from the concert to gain some objectivity from the event, then think about what it meant overall. I was thinking about some incredible shit. What an amazing night of music. I thank Black Dice for this one.

-rj-

10:42 am - Photograf!

I took this one. Girls are pretty.



Dan and I with a passion for chess in the wilderness.



Natural water reservoir explorers club.





Three cool pictures of the pool. Courtesy of Oz Saleem.

-rj-

02:00 am - So the livejournal now becomes a play by play of my life. all the hits all the time, i try to please

I'm learning French. It's going well. One of my classmates is Trip Linder, and we keep it real. Actually, this is the first time I recall intentionally registering in a class with a friend. The only reasons I can think of for doing this French class are: diversifying my linguistic abilities and thus my education, learning my favorite sounding language, having a seductive tool at my disposal.

Dan Gentile, Victoria Rossi, Oz Saleem, Heather Whisenhunt, and I were cool enough to go to Hamilton pool this afternoon to commune with nature in the sunshine. Not to say we out-cooled everyone else, or anything. Oz took pictures, so once they have passed my rigorous screening process, perhaps I will have to post them later.

"Garden State" was my entertainment for last night, and I was happy that I saw it. The music nerd in me notices the huge plug that The Shins get in that movie, but I won't be an elitist about it... that's a band that deserves tons of fans for how good and accessible they are, in my opinion. This movie's the same way. It's a really good movie about a relationship that comes out of nowhere and ends up being incredible. Somehow reminiscent of the way I feel about Hevr. That's what I call Heather, for the uninitiated.. To my club.. Of pet names.

Except we were not on massive amounts of antidepressents and visiting neurologists when we met. Perhaps that makes the movie couple's story more interesting?

Then I played Risk with Trip and Heather. She won. I was arguing about something with Trip, something about the way I think every belief is completely subjective. Anyway, there is no way to resolve fundamental difference among people who don't want to change.

Current Mood: awake

08:21 pm - The Secrets of the Universe

Lately, I have become incredibly interested in this scientific project called the Internaitional Linear Collider. I'm not sure if they have decided where they are going to build it, or how, or when even, but there is a website for it already. No, I am not going to post the link because I don't know what the html code is. It (the ILC) would be used to smash an electron into a positron (the antimatter version of the electron, sounds sci-fi), thus annihilating the particles to find out what sorts of the things we can see.

...So what.

Well, it's complicated, but apparently so is the Universe. Much more complicated than we could have dreamed of. In fact, some of the scientists working on "selling" the project have drawn on experimental data, calculating universal masses of material between and inside galaxies, and have determined that they are coming up short. They have concluded that a mere 4-5% of all universal matter is atoms, thus emitting energy that we catch as electromagnetic radiation otherwise known as visible (an any other part of the spectrum) light.

So basically, that means with even our most powerful instruments, we can only see and deduce about 4% of everything.

The rest of the matter is something that we don't understand, we can't explain, and we've never directly observed. 23% of it is a spectulated "Dark Matter," while the other 73% is "Dark Energy." Dark, because it basically 'releases' nothing that we can see to detect it. Scientists speculate that these things have to exist for gravity to be able to hold galaxies in place, to cause them to spin at certain rates, and for the universe to expand at the rate that it does.

Say what you will, and ask me whatever, but I'm no expert on the subject.

Apparently, there could be a reaction that occurs to produce some sort of new particle in the electron-positron annihilation. This may allow us to understand what other constituents of the universe we have been missing. One of these is (hopefully) the Higgs Boson, which is a terribly interesting thing as well, but there is not time to talk about it now.

Because now it is time to talk about my Middle Enlish Literature and History class.

It is called Middle English because it occurs in between 'Old' and 'Renaissance' English. My professor is a 50ish-looking Ph.D. in the field of Middle English studies. On the first day of class, which was yesterday, he gave a most interesting performance. He first warned us not to buy the books until he had explained what we were getting. Addressing the class, he wondered aloud "Are you sure you want to do this? It sounds interesting, fun?" Some kid among the seventeen of us spoke out "yes.." and he responded with, "You're out of your fucking mind." He said the poetry, the translation, and how lost we would be would drive anyone "fucking nuts." Someone who is "good" at understanding the lines of Middle English might translate "a line in an hour."

I was thinking.. then what can a total novice do.

Total f-word count on the first day = 3 or 4. I don't remember. I'd say that's a relatively high starting point, and can't imagine what sorts of things I will hear as he becomes more accustomed to us as a group.

I'm going to stay in the class. Maybe I will suck so hard at it. I might lose.

Losing can be really funny
-rj-

Current Mood: nothing

12:32 am

I am keeping more personal matters in my handwritten journal. It's just started, and I'm treating it a bit like a personal history, self-examination device that might help me out with my writing. It is a bit different to write with your hands when you've been typing for so long. Probably I'm just dusting out cobwebs in my brain.

When I think about it, it would kinda suck to stop keeping this journal, because it's sorta like instant messenger, in that it's a useful tool to keep up with people and have occasional conversations without necessarily having to be around them. That sentence basically makes me sound anti-social but if you've seen me you know that's not really the truth.

But I do value my privacy. In fact, I love the dorm room I have right now, because 1) compared to last year, I'm not rooming with people who are basically ideological opposites of me 2) I have a certain personal space that is not regularly inhabited by anyone else 3) I have the time to make use of my space, decorating, resting anywhere, and do what I want to with it.

What I'd like to have is a digital camera. That would allow me to post pixx.

I had to remember that I have to go to class tomorrow, and I left a note on a post-it that is stuck to my door.

-rj-

Current Mood: stolid

02:44 am

California was so fun that I ended up breaking international laws.

More on that later.

But I'm back in Texas now and school begins on Wednesday. This will be the first continuous year of school I've ever been through. That's all for now.

-rj-