Calendar

Do you ever just see a word too much within a short span of time and it becomes the weirdest word ever?  That just happened with “calendar” after I played with GCal for like 5 minutes.

WALL-E

This movie is evidence of how heartbreakingly beautiful things can be when not tarnished by words.  One hundred stars out of four.

Almost.

Today I was reading a library book while waiting for the bus. A guy walked up to me and said, “Oh, what book are you reading?” I held up the spine to him which read Empire Falls, by Richard Russo (pronounced REW-so. This detail becomes important in 3, 2…) “Oooh, Rou-SEW!” “yeah…” “That’s pretty heavy, isn’t it?” What this young gentleman missed out on was that I was reading Russo, a contemporary fiction writer from my hometown, and not Rousseau, 16th century philosopher. He proceeded to expound upon his upcoming journey to England, where he was going to study (surprise!) English, and so had just gotten a bunch of books from the library too. In the meantime, I lamented the state of the Albany intellectual— they try so hard, and fall so short.

Love in the age of Al Gore's brainchild

A few months ago I stumbled (not Stumbled) upon an essay contest the New York Times was running for college students. They were to write a Modern Love column on the subject of how love and relationships are different today, in this world of racing bits and bytes over all the interwebnets.  And just today, I came up with a brilliant topic— two months after the cutoff date.  It may need a bit of narrowing, but I might write it anyway and demand a hefty sum for my efforts.  This idea is legitimately on loan from God, so inspired is it.

Blind Ambition

I had a dream last night that I had hundreds of followers on Tumblr.  Literally, the dream was me looking at my Following page, and there was a three digit number “following” me.

Someday.

Also an incredible moment:

When the band started to play Jimi Thing, the audience fully obsoleted Dave and sang the song for him.  He didn’t know what to do with himself.

Wait... DMB didn't kill themselves after BCTS?

Two incredible Dave Matthews concerts this weekend. His setlist from last night that all of the ‘Dave Matthews hasn’t been good since BTCS’ people probably would have loved to hear:

Don’t Drink the Water
One Sweet World
Grey Street
The Dreaming Tree
#41 
Rhyme And Reason
Shotgun
Ants Marching
A Dream So Real *
#40 +
Corn Bread
Money ~
Money That’s What I Want
Eh Hee
Lie In Our Graves
Jimi Thing
So Much To Say
Anyone Seen The Bridge
Too Much
Encore:
Lie In Our Graves (reprise)
So Damn Lucky
Thank You

Yes.. that was Dave Matthews Band, playing Pink Floyd, not to mention #40 which he only plays once per tour (EDIT: has not played with the full band since 2000.  And he played it last night.), Shotgun, and Dreaming Tree. He also danced like a psycho at the end, as I have never seen him dance before. Fuck y’all, DMB still has it. And when you factor in Tim Reynolds on random electric guitar solos, this was probably the most uniquely epic Dave show I have ever seen.

Also incredible, he was in a very Robert Plant-ish mood, and kept wailing very convincingly into the mike. Awesome.

It happens

Every summer there comes a day when I am set on working and want to go back to going to class and doing homework and living in my dorm room.  That day was yesterday.  And there are still 2 and a half months of summer left.