This June I am participating in the 6-day, 550-odd mile AIDS LifeCycle, from San Francisco to Los Angeles. This year they reckon there'll be 2000+ people doing the ride, raising basically shitloads of money for AIDS charities, and I'm really looking forward to getting involved (and getting fit again in the process).

They want a minimum sponsorship ( Read more... )

Blah blah blah Mexico, blah blah blah Christmas, New Year, visitors, new Arcade Fire album (going to Montreal), burning bridges, breaking hearts, working for the church while your family dies ( Read more... )

Odd bit of brain association going on yesterday. Former Russian spy poisoned, perhaps during a meeting with an Italian diplomat at a sushi restaurant. Ooh, sushi, thought I.

Oyaji saves the day. I cannot begin to explain quite how fabulous my experience there was. I have been to restaurants where the chef or the owner comes out to chat to you at ( Read more... )

Amusing pseudo-coincidences:

Number 1: I was working today. Most people wouldn't like to work today because the boredom and isolation would get too much for them, and they'd go a bit weird, but I like the quiet. I worked in a deserted building that is normally thriving with life, but everyone has left for the holiday. I did find a bouncy ball to ( Read more... )

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There is no vendicular machinery anywhere nearby, I am unable to satiate my insane lust for corn syrup and grainy tasting pseudo-chocolate, or 'mock-a-lot', as I have just this moment deigned to describe it.

What is Livejournal coming to? It tells me that a blog blogging a blogger's bed hair is one of the current highlights of the portion of the ( Read more... )

Now, I'm no politics student. I'm sure that it's good the Rumsfeld is gone, bad that Ahhhnold is still here, but frankly my only feeling about this election is relief that it's over ( Read more... )

It seems these Sunday night shifts are good for little other than updating Livejournal, a task that I have pitifully neglected recently. Seriously, working 9-midnight on the quietest desk on campus, you'd think I could fire up Word, get a book out and do some essaywork, right? Sigh. At least I'm getting paid.

Got a glimpse this afternoon of what ( Read more... )

My California Culture class (HUM450, Tuesdays 6-9) is dull. I am interested in California, and interested in what passes for culture here (oooohhhh), but looking at slide after slide of different architectural styles does nothing for me, especially in a room which has apparently no windows that open beyond a metric hair's breadth. What keeps me ( Read more... )

Hey look, using my blog for useful commentary on the American college system!

I got my first two essays back recently. They do things differently here. You get given pretty much free reign on what to write about, which is a mixed blessing I reckon. It means you can pick and choose according to what reading you have actually done, but means you also ( Read more... )