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I listen to music for the same reason that I drink sodas- for refreshment. Before a test, or a tennis game, or an interview... You know, Eye of the Tiger shit. With Call it Love, I couldn't always listen to it when I wanted (we didn't have MP3s). It was always just in my head before tennis. My roommate always watches that one Miller Lite commercial. Every morning.
Home in Cumming, Georgia. Tonight saw a hike/climb up our famous Booger Mountain. There are a set of three seats painfully and fantastically carved into the rock at the top of the hill here. These seats are called the Indian Seats, and that is what you would see from them with your Adobe Photoshop auto-contrast goggles turned on.
High-school crush Betsy told me what her Daddy is getting for her 21st birthday---- A string of pearls and a handgun. Probably a .38 special, but she's not sure.
"To protect me. Of course I'd keep it loaded. Why wouldn't I?"
"I am alive. I am clean. I don't have black fingernails anymore. I don't smell shit and BO with every step I take. I am no longer accosted by rickshaw drivers beseeching me to take a ride because, of course, I am their “sister” and the pedophilic men in their Michael Jackson t-shirts have ceased their relentless catcalls."
"I have left India."
"Now, I suppose my introduction may lead you all to believe that my trip was all bad. No it wasn't. I miss being able to eat amazing food anytime for less than ten cents. I miss seeing cows strolling across the road or taking a nap in the middle of an intersection not bothered by anyone. I miss my baby cousins who run around with my shoes on and steal all of my things from my bag. I miss my grandma who refused to comprehend Carla doesn't understand Malayalam and kept having long winded conversations with her. "
"India is not for the weak. It tested everything I had in me both physically and mentally."
This Fall's issue of Granta features some great photography by Edward Burtynsky.
He called his project 'The Evidence of Man.' "It made me think about what happens when man has finished with something, then walks away. There's a kind of melancholic disintegration there, as nature begins its work of pulling that thing back into the ground. When I'm photographing something in the industrial landscape, I'm looking at whatever is that residual thing." Burtynsky went on to photograph quarries in Vermont (and) railway cuts in Western Canada ... Human activity is in these photographs but it is ghostly, and implied by what isn't there- the departed stone that has left cubist shapes in the quarries, the food that was once inside the thousands of compressed tin cans.
Burtynsky has now found his "most ambitious project- China's Three Gorges Dam." His photography will document "the massive, unprecedented relocation of whole cities, brick by brick" that has displaced millions of Chinese people. I think I remember reading that the Three Gorges Dam will provide enough electricity for 1/10th of China's population.
I'd like to call this compilation,
"Group Work in Differing Majors at Wake Forest University."
Above, students in Dr. Page West's entrepreneurship class huddle around financial statements from a make-believe start-up company. Below, Jakob Morris and New Crush get together for art's sake.
- Reading: Twilight of the dorks? "Fourteen-year-old college student Alexander Graham Bell didn't invent the telephone by going to a lot of Tri Delt parties."
- Watching: The Stepford Wives (it's DVD 14 in WFU's library)
- Thinking: About George Soros article in this month's Atlantic Monthly, and how cool Russian rent disputes must be
This weekend saw Zach and I lay down 1200 miles of road trip for a football game between the rival schools of his Indiana friends. Wabash College really impressed me. It's got an amazing campus for only eight or nine hundred students.
I met a kid at DePauw who was under house arrest for manslaughter. He was drunk behind the wheel a year ago and accidentally killed someone in a wreck. His jeans covered the tracking bracelet on his ankle; I should have asked for a picture. Note to self: Never. Drunk. Drive. Again.
(Go ahead: Use IFRAMES. Nobody's looking.)
Now I want you to take any content in there and interpret it. Start with the contact information: that's the easiest. As you pick out cell numbers and Hotmail accounts, dump them to their relevant contacts in Outlook. Coma-sep will be fine for the others. (We don't need no stinkin' default fields! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT INFORMATION To take.)
Lots of my friends have song lyrics in their profiles. I'd like to hear those songs (at least once for a quick run-through). Hop onto my resident P2P application and download those songs. Link to them in this master profile viewer (after the last quoted lyric) with a cute sound icon.
start; domore next
During the week that he stayed in our room, Jakob Lodwick had me thinking about black holes, audio/video realtime/alltime logging, Los Angeles, girls, freestyling, and blind confidence, among other things. I think I can speak for the suite when I say we enjoyed his stay.... Here's a video (WMV) of Jakob and Zach wrastlin' in the BuddyGopher HQ.
chrikki: her name is lydia
chrikki: she looks exactly like penelope cruz
chrikki: and her job: managing outsourced indian programmers
chrikki: albanian
chrikki: with an accent
