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Courtesy of Jesse:
"What a long, strange trip lies ahead of us."
I found it interesting that something that makes so much sense to most people, that the future is to be thought of as being ahead of us since chronologically it is after the present, can also make sense if thought of the opposite way, that since we can't see the future, it lies behind us, like everything else we can't see. Crazy.
I guess that calls into question the whole notion of "making sense." Like most things, it's relative to experience. This is especially true with abstract subjects like time.
Also, Benjamin Franklin discovered electricity. That's so huge. No wonder he's on the $100 bill. I saw a thing on The History Channel that said Benjamin Franklin was in this fraternal society where they would get fucked up and have sex with mad girls. That's awesome.
I've noticed, in my most recent trips back to Westport, that my friends like to egg each other on when we drink, mostly by calling into question how tough/"manly" (it happens to girls, too) the person is, and this leads to everyone being really fucked up. I find that I sometimes do this at Michigan, too. Is this good? That's relative. It could just stem from wanting everyone to have a good time. But it also results in finishing a handle of Wild Turkey in one night, despite the fact that it was bought instead of just a fifth because we wanted to conserve for the next night, when we couldn't just go buy alcohol (damn Blue Laws).
Speaking of the Turkey, whiskey on the rocks with water is my new favorite cocktail.
Last night we went to Isaac's mom's house because we wanted somewhere to party. His stepsister, who is going to be a senior in high school next fall, was also having a party. It was really funny to see all those 17-year-olds' reactions when we rolled through with a keg. "Yo dude! There's a keg!!!!!!!! [on a cell phone] Dude! Come to Meeker! They have a keg! It's so siiiiiick!!!"
As funny as this was, it also invoked some nostalgia in me for the days of high school where my friends and I would react in similar ways if we saw some college kids roll through with a keg. I guess it's good to see myself maturing.
Woo maturity!
My parents are in Peru this week, house-hunting, and so I decided to bring the keg and the Turkey to my house. Shit got pretty wild/tight. Three fifths of Like the TV Show (Dexter's band) played an impromptu performance in my den. Pictures to go up on Facebook once I get back to Chi on Tuesday.
While you're on MySpace, check out Thesaurus Rex and Horst Varga. The websites may not be as well-developed (read: good) as Like the TV Show's, but the music is every bit as ambitious. Tight.
End stream of consciousness now.
"What a long, strange trip lies ahead of us."
I found it interesting that something that makes so much sense to most people, that the future is to be thought of as being ahead of us since chronologically it is after the present, can also make sense if thought of the opposite way, that since we can't see the future, it lies behind us, like everything else we can't see. Crazy.
I guess that calls into question the whole notion of "making sense." Like most things, it's relative to experience. This is especially true with abstract subjects like time.
Also, Benjamin Franklin discovered electricity. That's so huge. No wonder he's on the $100 bill. I saw a thing on The History Channel that said Benjamin Franklin was in this fraternal society where they would get fucked up and have sex with mad girls. That's awesome.
I've noticed, in my most recent trips back to Westport, that my friends like to egg each other on when we drink, mostly by calling into question how tough/"manly" (it happens to girls, too) the person is, and this leads to everyone being really fucked up. I find that I sometimes do this at Michigan, too. Is this good? That's relative. It could just stem from wanting everyone to have a good time. But it also results in finishing a handle of Wild Turkey in one night, despite the fact that it was bought instead of just a fifth because we wanted to conserve for the next night, when we couldn't just go buy alcohol (damn Blue Laws).
Speaking of the Turkey, whiskey on the rocks with water is my new favorite cocktail.
Last night we went to Isaac's mom's house because we wanted somewhere to party. His stepsister, who is going to be a senior in high school next fall, was also having a party. It was really funny to see all those 17-year-olds' reactions when we rolled through with a keg. "Yo dude! There's a keg!!!!!!!! [on a cell phone] Dude! Come to Meeker! They have a keg! It's so siiiiiick!!!"
As funny as this was, it also invoked some nostalgia in me for the days of high school where my friends and I would react in similar ways if we saw some college kids roll through with a keg. I guess it's good to see myself maturing.
Woo maturity!
My parents are in Peru this week, house-hunting, and so I decided to bring the keg and the Turkey to my house. Shit got pretty wild/tight. Three fifths of Like the TV Show (Dexter's band) played an impromptu performance in my den. Pictures to go up on Facebook once I get back to Chi on Tuesday.
While you're on MySpace, check out Thesaurus Rex and Horst Varga. The websites may not be as well-developed (read: good) as Like the TV Show's, but the music is every bit as ambitious. Tight.
End stream of consciousness now.