Well, it's been ages - 14 weeks, livejournal says - since I last posted. I think part of that is because I only feel like writing when I'm sad or depressed, and for most of this year my life has varied only between bland and good. In a way this makes me nervous, because I believe that for every happiness there has to be an equal unhappiness, and ( Read more... )

i almost wrote a livejournal.

sitting, waiting in a chair, the tension builds upon me. i don't twitch or talk or tap, but instead gather all the potential into me until i explode into sound, raining torn pieces of my being all over the audience ( Read more... )

i am ben gibbard singing into the rain, an unmade bed, a torn leather coat passed down between generations. i am a barbara kingsolver novel, a bleeding steak, a line from jawbreaker. i am rumpled hair, blue eyes, a sarcastically arched eyebrow. i am a pair of sunglasses, an exacting watch, a blank sheet of paper waiting to be imprinted ( Read more... )

the difference between food and sex is that in food, you don't orgasm.

linux is cool. it needs:
more cohesive/produced games.
a good dock.
more accessible software (in all senses of the word)

is it necessary to sacrifice functionality for beauty?

2:30 in the morning, depeche mode plays a miniature dance party in my head. college life seems so very surreal. my foundations turn from granite to liquid, yielding to pressure yet still bound. if the road to hell is paved with good intentions, should any intention be held suspect ( Read more... )

it's so easy to rebel. i'm not proud of what this nation has done, and i don't think that i ever can be. from what i've heard and seen on the internet, we're entering into an age of controlled corruption that will soon dwarf those that came before it. in the face of that, how easy it is to just reject, live apart and condemn. yet, since when is ( Read more... )

every generation thinks its predecessors barbaric. i wonder what, once we are all dust under the boots of successive generations, our descendants will think of us? which of our barbarisms will be remembered and vilified, and which will lie forgotten forever by society? why must things take so long to change? and are they really getting better ( Read more... )

everything seems softer at 2:00 in the morning. everyone on my floor congregates in slightly worn-out circles, chatting softly about this or that. as i walk down the hallway on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth, a kid here or there looks up from his laptop with a slight smile before bending back down to things more important ( Read more... )

i should write a long-winded journal entry about the meaning of life, but i don't really feel like it. actually, i really don't feel like anything. so i'm going to list my new acquisitions ( Read more... )