I'm not 100% certain, but it seems that last night's dream involved me and Ian Irwin running from the forces of Rommel through the sunny streets of Pleasanton. It was tough, but through clever use of Subterfuge, Disguise, and the occasional Razor Scooter, we managed to escape our no-doubt grisly fate.

I awakened this morning surprisingly

It was going to be one of those days. It was 11:00 in the morning, and I was already in a foul mood. But then I walked out of my first class in the morning to see two gentlemen standing outside the classroom playing a jaunty rendition of 'Tequila' on ukuleles, and it was all better.

I made the rather unfortunate mistake the other day of picking up a new playwright by reading his best play. The playwright is Itamar Moses, the play was Bach at Leipzig, and I fell in love. Think Amadeus written by an unholy partnership between Neil Gaiman and Tom Stoppard, who had just watched several hours of the Marx Brothers, and you'll have ( Read more... )

Things I have accomplished since the last post:

-Re-read much of Stephen R. Donaldson's the Gap cycle. Damn, that's some good sci-fi. Why hasn't anyone made a multi-mullion-dollar-budget movie of this yet ( Read more... )

Sleeping in the un-air-conditioned, second-story bedroom in my San Diego townhouse during the current (humid!) heatwave was difficult until I set up a two foot tall fan on a chair at the foot of my bed blowing cool air at maximum intensity in the direction of my feet. Now: bliss ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed I was watching a movie about Hitler's top-secret attractive all-female paratrooper squad. As will happen, the dream shifted into the first person: it was no longer a movie and there was no longer a gender requirement for the squad. My duties as a paratrooper for Hitler were vaguely defined (I didn't actually jump out of any ( Read more... )

I dreamed last night that Aaron Fellman got in a heated argument with David Dow about an item of some import, which concluded with the two gentleman no longer speaking with each other. For some reason, I woke up thoroughly unsatisfied.

My family knows how to hold a birthday dinner.

It was a pleasant sort of meal with the Scotts and Acacia, featuring a juicy pepper steak, garlic mashed potatoes, and liberally salted green beans. Then desert rolled around, for which I had requested pie. A play-by-play of what happened would look something like this:

Haaaapy Birthday tooo Yooo ( ( Read more... )

One of my poems for LTWR8B: Writing Poetry included the following lines:

Kenizaro, my once and future nemesis,
is heir to the throne of his own
imaginary constitutional monarchy
located somewhere between the third and fourth
stages of the Krebs cycle.

I'm happy with how that class turned out.

I ran into an old poli-sci acquaintance today between classes. He was bird-watching on Library Walk, which has particularly sadistic implications here at UCSD-- allow me to explain ( Read more... )