wrote on paper, transferred to teh netz

As I sit here in the polygon by Turlington, the sun keeps on dancing in and out of the clouds, his light growing bright and dim by turns. The wind is brisk, and though the walls shelter me, tree branches wave above me and I see the clouds racing each other across the sky.

For awhile I closed my eyes and pretended I was back in London - sitting against the pedestal of the Trafalgar Lions, the National Portrait Gallery to my right and the embassy behind me. Buses continually drive past, adding to the illusion, and skateboards over brick sound like British cars on the cobbles.
The chatter is plentiful and gay, and indistinct enough so that accents are irrelevant. Two smokers sit nearby, and the warm smell of tobacco mingles with petrol fumes in a truly English manner.

But it is merely an illusion, and when I open my eyes, I am still in America. I could easily be in worse places, but the paper folded at my side screams of bankrupt corporations, lying presidential candidates and murder.
I hear rumors and whispers as I walk, and I mark them down to investigate later.
Is Thabo Mbeki stepping down? I hope so, as long as the successor is not his own handpicked deputy degenerate.

The bell tolls the half, and I must go.
Until we meet again...

shaky foundations indeed

My head is spinning and I know by morning it will ache. My roommates have called a roommate meeting for 8pm tomorrow to sign the roommate contract, and I dread having the thermostat permanently stuck at 70. If it is, however, I have my parents' permission to search for new housing, because living sick is extremely detrimental to both my grades and my sanity.

I dread confrontation.

I haven't painted in days, nor sketched, nor written. A test looms on the morrow, and another the day after, and a quiz the day after that. On the horizon a blissful Saturday of football beckons, but the treacherous stretch I must endure on the way precludes me from anticipating it more than in a snatched moment of prayer.

My throat is already tightening. I should've brought sweats from home this weekend.

There are far too many St. Benedicts. There are far too many saints, and not enough time to study them all. So Benedict of Aniane was a favorite of the Carolingian and a key man in the sweeping Benedictine Reform of Charlemagne...and St. Benedict, the obscure Italian abbott wrote his Benedictine Rule based off of the Rule of the anonymous Master...but what did Benedictine Biscop do? I can't remember. Who was the great man of Jarrow? Wileth? I can't remember either.

I dread tomorrow.

There is still a horrid mark on the back of my leg from wearing my knee brace two weekends ago. I say that you grow used to pain, but when it shifts constantly, it becomes more difficult to ignore.

Bedtime - they say there is no rest for the weary, but if I can't sleep within the hour I'll resort to my trusty friend Tylenol PM to rest myself somewhat adequately.
Adieu...

I will remember you

RIP Paul Lazarowitz

I can't believe you're gone. You were fighting so hard...I believed that you could do it. You are the most positive person I've ever known and I will always remember you as you were before the cancer took over.

I wish I could say thank you for all the football advice you gave me over the years. I wish I could have gone back and visited you more, especially last Christmas when I only managed to see you once - although I went twice, and you'd just checked out early. You gave me such a scare, and I was so glad that you picked up your damn phone when I called. I swear, you were surgically attached to that thing.

I hope they have big screen tvs in heaven, and that you get to watch all the football you want. I hope that you watch UF forever, and celebrate when we get our next NC, whenever that may be.

I miss you...I will always miss you

shadow of a doubt

My first week here in Gainesville was both busy and exhilarating - I'm all signed up for the Real Big Deal Festival (volunteer) and I have my shifts. Saturday I finish at 2 am, and then I have to be there at 10 am Sunday. :sigh:

Classes have been...interesting. Yes, interesting is the best word. I'm really enjoying them all, with the notable exception of Calc II. All I can say is thank heaven for Tutoring Zone and engineering friends who are willing to tutor you!

I finally got a chance to paint the 34th St wall, an ad for the festival, and it was a bit messier than I expected. Still fun, especially when Bobbie started painting the sidewalk and bikers kept on riding through it and getting white tires...
Oh, and we put those car paint things on three of our cars yesterday, mine being one of them. They promised the stuff would come off my baby, the only reason I allowed to them to do it. I'm washing him ASAP...but that's not for two weeks when the festival is over.

UF-Hawai'i was fun, although I'm mad that Meyer let Tebow's streak of 1 rushing TD 1 passing TD die, especially when he had that stellar opportunity right there in front of him. Still, we won after playing a REALLY conservative game, so it was nice. The pouring rain before start time sucked though.

I can't wait to play Miami! Night game in the Swamp with the ESPN Gameday crew there...now THAT'S what I'm talking about!