I've changed the default journal settings to "Friends Only" - stuff I wrote years ago is still public.  The main reason for this is twofold; 1) LJ only allows the privacy of multiple entries at once to be adjusted if you have a paid account, which I do not have or want, and 2) I do not relish the prospect of going back through 100-odd entries and ( Read more... )

I'm going to rock the casbah on this midterm tomorrow. I just thought you all should know.

Update: Columbia application is in.

Schools applied to:
Boston University School of Management
Boston College Carroll School of Management
Columbia Graduate School of Business

Schools not yet applied to:
Suffolk University
University of Massachussetts, Boston Graduate Management Program
New York University: Stern

Every few months or so I abruptly that having a livejournal means I can actually write stuff. It's almost an imperative, really, since I usually do keep up on my friends list, which (now that I think about it) is almost a stalkerish activity if I don't supply content of my own to keep the cycle going ( Read more... )

You know, I think that the "current music" option on this whole livejournal thing is over-rated. I don't listen to nearly enough music to make it worthwhile. Instead, I want a "currently eating" or "currently cooking" option ( Read more... )

You know what pisses me off about supporting our troops, my son defends your freedom, america: love it or leave it, and all the rest of it? It's empty. Phrases like those are demonstrably difficult to argue against. Check this out: Do you support America? Well, hell yes you do, otherwise you shouldn't be here, right? Now let's think about it a ( Read more... )

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When I graduated from a Cub Scout to a Boy Scout, around age 10, there was a simple ceremony. There were twelve kids in my "den," and while we were going to different troops, our pack wanted to hold us up as examples. We were each given a virtue of the Boy Scout Law and a few short sentences to read as we lit a candle. Mine - I still remember it ( Read more... )

There's something elementally satisfying about working with my hands, whether it's whittling or home repair or drawing. Fifteen minutes ago, I was standing in the sun in the Kraken Auto Parts parking lot, installing a car battery. Not a demanding job, but I'd never done this particular job on my car before, and forty-five minutes before that I ( Read more... )