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back to me Why am I up at 2 AM? Because I fell asleep at 8 PM and woke up at 2330. Why did I go to sleep at 8? Because of a lack of anything else to do. Why don't I go to sleep now? Because I've already forced myself asleep once in the past several hours. I could really go for some Shake and Steak right now, but I think the security is on and I have no idea what the code is. Individual Post | Comments (2) 03:39 0405.25 In the event of an actual emergency... Yeah, so, instead of making a real blog update, I am going to include something I found on E2 earlier, the colophon of a medieval manuscript. Enjoy-- I sure did. Explicit secunda pars summe fratris thome de aquino ordinis fratrum predicatorum; longissima, prolixissima, et tediosissima scribenti; Deo Gratias, Deo Gratias, et iterum Deo Gratias. Individual Post | Comments (2) 02:56 0405.23 Can I get an onion ring, dog? Yeah, so I've been going through my unsorted_audio folder on my tablet, which contains all the stuff I've recorded on the palm pirate. Been listening to this recording of the Zionsville Crew out at Shake and Steak over Spring Break, and, man, it's absolutely hillarious! Here's a snippet: Ben: Well, well... as long as, as long as I can go there [to Iran] after I get done with my tour of Ancient Babylon in five years, then I'm okay. That to me man is what this whole Iraq war is all about, man. It's not about the oil, not about Saddam, not about Weapons of Mass Destruction; it's about me going over there and seeing Sumerian Cuneiform. That's all I care about.Also, I've put up three new galleries in pics, so go czech 'em out. Individual Post | Comments (3) 12:49 0405.22 So, how about those pants? I've developed a new bad downloading habit: John Mayer concerts. However, unlike hip hop mp3s or divxed music videos captured off of MTV2, this stuff is actually on the white side of the gray area. Oh yeah, I'm not a pirate, I'm a privateer! Avast. Anthony Burke, my good friend from when Individual Post | Comments (3) 03:00 0405.21 TO PLACE A CALL WITHIN THE U.S. Mmm home. Went to the track today-- saw my man Tora Takagi out there tuning his T car. He started 7th last time (his rookie start) and finished fifth. That's pretty freaking good. I can't tell you how fast he's driving, though, because every time he got his car up around 214 (on the third lap or so) he brought it back into the pit to change its configuration. I hope he somehow manages to win the race this year, it'd be freaking awesome. Uh, yeah. So, what's up with people complaining that they wish they were back at school? I mean, yeah, I miss being around my friends, and I enjoyed my classes and teachers and even campus when there wasn't mud all over it. By no means, however, would I ever be able to construe these emotions to the point of wanting to be back at school. I mean, being at home exposes me to like, 500% less jank than being at school. No janky bed and plumbing and everything that's shorter than I am, no janky rules, no janky caf food, no janky studying. I mean, that's like 400% less jank right there, right off the top of my head. I'm sure I could easily come up with the other 100% (and more) if I were to put my mind to it. But I don't have to put my mind to anything, because I'm at home, dangit! Been watching a bunch of Family Guy. So, I'm going to leave you with an absolutely beautiful sequence thereof: Peter: If you could be stranded on a desert island with any woman in the world, who would it be? Individual Post | Comments (7) 21:25 0405.17 Totally Krossed Out Mmm. What was up iwth the weather today? Rain, sun, rain with sun? It was like freaking South Florida or something. Yeah, so, anyhow, drove the Range Rover around a bunch today, which was fun. Had lunch at Bravo (Artichoke dip, wedding soup, tortelloni florentine), picked up Dorkhead from school, got my hair cut, Marsh #34. Tasty. Oh how I've missed the relative ambience of Marsh #34 in comparison to the birghtly lit, impersonal, austere-yet-trashy Super Wal-Mart. They keep changing around where the stuff is inside though, and that kind of pisses me off, since I don't know where the stuff is anymore. I guess there are those overhead signs, though. Oh, while I was in czechout, I was looking at the magazine covers, since those Enquirers and that ilk are normally so funny. Unfortunately, I was in the one line with the 'real' (being accomadative, here) magazines like Cosmopolitan and TV Guide, so I didn't get to see that Hillary Clinton is secretly a Maniacal Four-tongued Space Alien from Mars or whatever. It's okay, though, since one of the sub-headlines on Comopolitan read: Fuahahahaha. America, I love zees country. Individual Post | Comments (2) 21:42 0405.15 Back Home Again In Indiana BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.Individual Post | Comments (1) 00:49 0405.14 Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring What's up, crackalackers? Today's been pretty quality for me. Woke up this morning, putzed around fro a while, started studying for Honors OT, went to lunch. The caf was absolutely pathetic, but no matter-- Shaner and Dusty and the Megs and I had enough fun. Got a dorm room for next semester (more on that later), Czeched the mail and saw a bunch of Honors OT people studying in the Stupid Center; went back to my room, got my stuff, and joined them for an hour or two. Bought them some food to deplete my DCB-- just $5.20 left (it doesn't carry over the summer, sigh.) Got in there, took the test; it was easier than I expected, yeah. Did some exit-polling, tried to get together some sort of after-party to no avail. Went back to the Dirty Dirty Three South (which is literally quite dirty right now), and have been helping Shaner and Andrew's friend Ben (who's most excellent) study for their history final, per usual. Dusty's parents came by for a while to take home some of his excess stuff, since he's staying in another dorm for intercession. They're cool, yeah. Den, afta dat, got some more food from the Stupid, came back, more studying. At about 10:00 some of Dusty, Aaron, and Andrew's mutual friends came by, some of which just happened to be girls, which was absolutely hillarious. Andrew said something like, "who's gonna catch me letting you in, my RA?" See, that's funny, since he's the RA, see. Yeah. Helping the boys study ever since. Dusty taught me some guitar chords again, and I was actually able to play them without muting all the worng strings. Must be because I cut my fingernails (way too) short yesterday. So, anyway, in regards to dorm room for next year, I've got a north-facing single on the second floor, west side of Grad (the northern building in the Armstrong-Keller-Grad quad). There's a big tree outside, and I'm like right next to the lavatory, so it should be all good in the parenthood, if you know what I mean. The number is 207, by the way. I'm gonna see if I can go czech it out tomorrow, or something. Individual Post | Comments (0) 12:29 0405.13 Just a little more left... Two and a half days, two and a half finals to go. And then I'll be back at Neuhaus. Aw yeah, we'll be representing the tape-si-ide and kickin' it endostyle all over that Nap. Yen Chinging it up, Steak-and-Shaking in the truck, Frisco Melts in the morning at 2, that's what's up. DJ Href and his possee of Mad Scientists will be steppin' to yo' jank crib all over this piece come Guy Montag. Y'all best floss yo pimp sleds, cuz we be ridin' in the mo-effinest crunk manner. Just 'cause we be sippin' on the Pimp Juice, slippin' the slow grooves on, it don't me we don't have you little frontin' wankstas in our crosshairs like Austin-- we bust yo' cap all th' way t' Boston. Czech that. Oh, also, "Southern Sun" by Paul Oakenfold is pretty good, as far as light techno goes-- my playlist just flipped over to his Bunkka CD after it ran out of Hard German Techno (DJ Bubbles Fuahahahahahahaha). Individual Post | Comments (0) 01:34 0405.10 WEEKEND UPDATE Hah, it's been a while since I wrote one of these! Well, God rest ye merry ladies and gentlemen whilst I recount a highly-censored, selectively-remembered tale of my weekend, tailored to suit my own personal agenda of self-propaganda. Then again, you're the one that came to my website, the exclusive territorial zone of my personal self-indulgence. Tee-hee. So, am Freitagnachmittag I set up Dusty to go camping outside Little Rock (quality Coleman tall sleeping bag, camping sleeping pad, facetious insinuations), and half-napped, half-caroused with Shaner all afternoon in his room. It was almost all napping and no carousing, since those boxsprings under Dusty's bed make it sooo comfortable. Ah, man. I ended up in the caf with Aaron sometime Freitagabend, though I can't recall the time. Ate a little with with the dude, went for some more beverage and thoroughly lost track of him. Just so happened to get in a conversation with a few girl freshmen Honors Scholars, and sat around with them in the caf for a while. Turns out it was Aleah's birthday, or so they said. Happy Birthday! Or something. Anyhow, ended up in the stupid center with them, hung there for a while, huing in the macintyeer for a while, then that coffee joint up the road whose name I always forget, and then in the hotel lobby until midnightish. It's honestly been a while since I was around intelligent conversationalists for that significant amount of time, and it was most excellent. Though, I hadn't washed my hair in a few days (stupid 6' shower head height), so I'm sure I looked like an idiot. Whatever. Got some funny quotes, heard significant and hillarious bashing of everybody's favorite overachieving vaguely lecherous honors scholar whose surname begins with a K, and found out that there is another person on this planet who is a big fan of the word pants (Oh my somethingorother! Score!). I'm telling you, it was quality. Saturday-- still off the heezy for sheezy, you can find me up in One-tweezy! --Jermaine Dupri, "Welcome to Atlanta (Remix)" Although I did not partake of the party in any Atlantan numerically-named hip-hop night clubs, I must say that, even still, Samstag was off the heezy for sheezy. Woke up noonish, putzed around on the net for a while-- putzed around all day, actually. I can't honestly remember what I did on Saturday. I'm sure it was a Samstag of Duprical Proportions, though. Probably involved hanging out in Dusty and Aaron's, yeah. XD XD XD XD Sunday was meh. Went to church with Dusty and Ye Megs, ended up eating lunch in The Caf through machination too twisted and vile to recount, watch the Cubs beat the Rockies in thirteen(!) innings all afternoon, caffed it up again for dinner, and hung out some more. Actually, the good parts of Sunday were pretty dang boring-- except for the Cubbies. That was pretty intense, as far as watching baseball on TV goes. That's about it-- I have a final 8 AM tomorrow, so I need to go to bed soon. On a side note, eventhough I already told her, if you're reading this, Mom, Happy Mother's Day thirty-odd minutes ago. On another side note, I think I have no less than four different versions of John Mayer performing "Clarity" now. OH MY SOMETHINGOROTHER. This guy is a freaking musical genius, or something. Cue horns, refrain. Finally, I updated the MEGA MEMPHIS EXPLOSION (it's now the NEUTRON BOMB MIX), and noticed that IE doesn't like my image-align attribute tags, so it just doesn't show the images at all. Well, screw you too, IE! Call the cops. Also, pants. Individual Post | Comments (0) 11:13 0405.7 MEGA MEMPHIS EXPLOSION (PART 2 NEUTRON BOMB MIX) See, I told you that I'd write about this! But, this write-up is so awesomee, so spectactularly multimedial, that you're just gonna have to click on the more button to see it in all of its glory. Hahahaha! Yeah, so Memphis! Memphis. With Hopper! Yeah! Now that's what I'm talkin about. 16 hours spent away from ye grinde. So, anyway, we get on this bus. Well, it's more of an airport shuttle deal, but you know what I'm getting at. Hopper! is driving. Hopper! Oh my goodness! I can't quite believe this. It's insane. But, anyhow, I get on and sit amidships, left side, in an aisle seat. Surprise surprise. Anyhow, so I'm sitting next to Bobby, who's a cool dude, and we talk about whatever or something for a while, until we get to some gas station in Nowheresville, Arkansas to get some grub. Oh my goodness, right next to the import beers in the fridge cases is some of Nelly's "Pimp Juice." Well, you know, It's All About the Benjamins, so I get some-- and some crappy jerky and peanuts. Also, gum. Rest of ride is fairly uneventful; get to Memphistopheles and we hit up their theatre, The Orpheum. Built in the 20s or the 30s, and rehabbed in the 1980s, this thing as a lot of similarities to the Circle Theatre back home where the Symphony plays. Except, this one is a bit bigger and incredibly appointed. Gilded plaster, red velvet, the works, man. Most exceedingly excellent. (Took some pictures throughout the trip; those'll get posted whenever.)  Yeah, so, while we're standing in the outer lobby to this place, I suddenly see out of the corner of my eye something pass by on the street. Green and white, and a bunch of glass. A microbus is my initial thought. Looking at it directly, it's not a VW at all-- it's an electric trolley! (see fig. 1) Vintage pre 1945. "HOLY CRAP," I exclaim, popping out the door to get a better look. Everybody thinks I'm being silly. Like, nobody told me Memphis had reinstalled its prewar public transit system with original (or replica, at least) rolling stock! Dude, I should be going to school there. So, yeah, we do the downtown thing for a while-- look at some other buildings, like the downtown Catholic church-- absolutely magnificent. Hopper! made some remark about how, you know, none of us has everything right, but the Catholics have something that the evangelical protestants don't-- a respect for reverence. I agree with him wholeheartedly. So, after this, we go to a place purporting itself as a 'Grecian' Restaurant (tee-hee). Because there's not enough room inside, me and I think 7 girls (maybe it was five; as you can tell by fig. 2 I can't remember who was all there and it might be that I've added too many seats) sit outside, which is fine by me. None of them have had significant contact with Greek (or Grecian, for that matter XD XD) food, so I order everything for them. In addition to the listed entrees we also got some bread with tzatziki sauce and some dolmathes. Everything was good; I think most all of the girls enjoyed what it is that they got, and it was fun was hightened by the lack of the usual dorm-regulated gender seperation or whatever.  While we were out there in the sunshine eating our meals, this crazy accident happens in the intersection Mississippiward (westward) of us. (See fig. 3) A white ford taurus making a slow, green-arrowed left turn gets swiped by this dark red merc flying through the intersection making a right on red, overshooting the turn. The Taurus summarily pops into a gold Lincoln towncar (pre-1999) across the intersection, stoped at a red. Nice thudding sound. The merc lost its airdam, the hood and headlights were toast, and I'm sure due to the leakage that the radiator and probably the wiper fluid and maybe even the A/C pump were crushed. Hahaha, loser.  So, After that we went to the Pyramid to look at this collection of art commisioned by the patronage of the Medici family in Florence during and after the Rennaisance. Dude, so freaking quality right there. I mean, indescribably awesome. Yeah. So, I'm not going to even attempt it. Anyhow, this figure to the left is on the rise and fall of the Medici as shown in artowrk thereof. (Why did I do this out of order numerically? I don't know-- it was like 2 AM!) So, there was this larger-than-life bust of Lorenzo il Magnifico, made out of terra cotta or wood or something. It was freaking awesome-- the thing just exuded unpretentious, raw power. Lorenzo was nuts; this guy freaking invented banking, modernized currency, and really provided the capital for jumpstarting this whole Rebirth thing. Now, on the other side, you've got his distant posterity, Grand Duke Cosimo III, who was portrayed with big hair and lavish clothes in a larger-than-life full portrait. Every familial resemblance is gone, here-- too much intermarrying with European nobility has sucked the shrewdness (and big strong noses) right out of the bloodline. He also has none of that aura of authority-- sure, he's wearing velvet and ermine and dpeticted at his villa or whatever, but he lacks that spark that you could tell Lorenzo had. Also, he's fairly portly, tee-hee. Hey, look, part two! Yeah, so I purchased this oversided tome with a bunch of pictures of Florentine Renaissance stuff, since it was only 39 bucks and it's the thing you'd normally see for 60 or 80 or whatevers. It's definately most excellent. The level of detail in that art is absolutely magnificient! Yeah. So, like, after that, we went to go see an art movie, because, you know, Humaities class, blah blah blah. I was hoping we would have seen Goodbye Lenin, since that looks pretty good. Instead, we saw Osama which was sad. Oh well. There was a Taliban dude that had a red beard, which reminded me of that thign Nazzy told me about his dad saying that there's fair, skinned, red-haired dudes in Persia, like, just, out of nowheres. Tee hee. 
Den, afta dat, we wuz hungry and got us sum good food. There's a most excellent Memphis-style barbeque place downtown called the Rendezvous, oddly acessible from the service alley only. Didn't matter, though, since the food was quite tastetacular. I sat by Chris and Bobby and Allen, and like Aleah and some other people, I think. It's all getting hazy. I'd probably had like half a gallon of Coke by that time of the day, and only added to it-- there were pitchers of the stuff on every table. I amused the people by using the Lamb Standard Waiter Call (raising hand, announcing "SIR" in the speaking voice) to get the dude to take our appetizer order, which you see to the left. Yes, nachos with pulled pork-- I kid you not. This is some crazy stuff right here, but it's such a tasty. For dinner, I got some beef briscuit, and some rolls to sop up the tasty Memphis sauce. Also, mustard cole slaw. Mmmhmm. Hopper! got the tab (which was physically huge in addition to being monetarily enormous-- Bobby and I calculated it was $375 at minimum), and asked the waiter for some dessert menus, but was informed of a lack thereof. So, it was off to the downtown mall for us!There was an icecream joint in there-- like Amy's in Austin, Texas, for those in the know. You know, hard stuff, pick some toppings, they mix stuff in (with much less gusto that Amy's, by the way), such a tasty. Got some cheesecake-flavored icecream with strawberry bits and some peanuts mixed in-- yum. Hung with people for a little while; Allen and I hit up Tower Records and bought absolutely nothing. Then it was back home for us. About midway through Arkansas, in some podunk stretch of humanless road, a state po po in front of us flashes his spotlight backwards at the shuttle and then pulls us over. "Turn off yer haih beeumz," he shouts. Hopper! flashes his high beams on to show that he was running with his lowsies on, eventhough we were in the middle of nowhere and he had every right to have his brights on until the cop pulled out in front of us and did this. "Well, uh, those 'r' awful bright, then," captain bacon says from his cruisier. No, really-- they're mounted high up on the front of a bus, you MORON. What do you expect? I almost wish we were in the Range Rover somehow-- that thing's light package is incredible, and the high beams just blow things away. It's freaking insane, I tell you.  Yeah, well, anyhow, we got back at 2330something I went back to my room and drew this stuff on my laptop, configured as in fig. 6. Fig 7 shows how I "fake dressed-up", as I like to put it. I wore some jeans, oddly enough-- bought them at JCP the day before, and that's so totally like the first pair of blue jeans I've owned since 7th or 8th grade. They fit pretty well, but have some crazy button-fly. Whatev. I like them well enough, though, and they were a lot cheaper than the Lamb Standard Gap Khakis.
Individual Post | Comments (4) 23:20 0405.6 More on Memphis Yeah, so I should have an awesome summary post for you all eventually-- I've got a bunch of pics and also drawings from the Tablet PC. Windows Journal is more awesome than Photoshop, yeah. At least, it is for sketching stuff on a tablet. Individual Post | Comments (1) 01:11 0405.5 Back from Memphis. YES.Individual Post | Comments (10) 08:45 0405.4 Doubling the wrong consonants Well, today's the day my Hopper! class goes to Memphis from 8 AM to midnight to do fun things. This'll be pretty awesome. Also, there's a new bonus CD that comes with Mayer's Heavier Things these days, and there's some pretty quality stuff on it, you know. Clarity (acoustic live radio performance) Neon (live, with even more action than the live AGT version) Come Back to Bed (live, 5 minute instrumental oh yeah vavy) Kid-A (I guess this is by Radiohead or something; it sounds kinda neat) Clarity (Single REMIX) Gotta gochus; baichus. Individual Post | Comments (0) |
