Ya, mon

Reggaefest at Pitzer last night was most certainly a success.  Hammocks make everything better.  Also, I may or may not be in the market to purchase a longboard.  More on this to come.

I sit up straight with considerable difficulty because every muscle in my back, shoulders, legs, arms, stomach, neck, etc etc etc etc hurts.  I'm learning that Graham work is exhausting due to the sheer muscularity of her choreography.  "If it doesn't burn, you're not doing it right!" was something I heard many times in yesterday's rehearsal.  Even when I'm standing in one spot on stage, I'm not relaxed.  It's not enough just to stand.  I have to live and breathe and exist in space and be completely, acutely aware of that existence.  That, in the context of rehearsals, translates into using every muscle in my body at pretty much all times.  I woke up in a lot of pain this morning, and I LOVE IT.

The countdown to March starts now :)

The small print

Unfortunately for my sick professor and (maybe?) fortunately for his students, today's psychology class has been called off, so I'll be spending a fair amount of time catching up on some much needed writing time.  I'm not quite making the progress I had anticipated regarding my short story collection - damn you, writers block.  I'm extending my personal deadline to the end of second semester, but I'd still like to be halfway done by the time I'm in Peru.

Microsoft Word awaits.

Got to be a joker

I've made the executive decision to purchase a yerba mate gourd and bombilla for the room.  Had yerba tea today in my Spanish conversation class and it's DELICIOUS.  But for now, ginger root tea will have to tide me over.

One of my favorite political punchlines, Alvin Greene, has been making my day since I entered the interwebs.  Not only is he seriously considering a presidential bid (but does he support breakfast, lunch, and dinner?), he has made an invaluable contribution to the previously esteemed world of literature.

Dude's got a graphic novel.  Starring himself.  I am not making this up.  Clearly Alvin Greene is the ultimate warrior that we've been waiting for in American politics for far too long, ready to rescue the pleading populace from being without a job or a home (or unwelcome pornography).

Pundits of the world, eat your heart out.

Era una tarde tonta y caliente

Yes, I live here.

808 this and an 808 that.  (Not really, of course.)  So begins the week.  My brother is taller than me now, after 16 years.  It seems that this sudden change has happened over the course of two weeks.  Goodness, growing up creeps up on you and then smothers you in the middle of the night.

Another day, another week up for grabs.  When it comes to opportunity, finders keepers.  Go enjoy the sun!

Destination unknown

Happy birthday, Dad  :)

And so begins the Claremont weekend.  After making it through a spanish project and the bloodiest midterm election season in history, I'm excited for a night well spent.

I will be returning home this weekend to finally get some beach action see my brother's wonderful performance in The Caucasian Chalk Circle.  Which means getting my ramen on and spilling Slurpee down the front of my shirt when I trip over a dip in the sidewalk because I'm distracted by the ocean view.

Generally, sunny with a slight chance of awesomesauce.

A strange person

I'd like to preface this by saying that the french fries at the Hub this evening are thoroughly underwhelming.

I sit here with the other half of Team Special K, Karun, after a successful rock climbing class.  This week's challenge was slightly different from those of previous sessions.  We were instructed to design our own route (and of course climb it), aiming to make it as interesting as possible for those climbing.  No offense to the opposing other group and their route, but Team Special K did WORK.  Side crosses, dynamic lunges, and a serious rock on.  For two people who didn't know anything, we did an admirable job.  Finishing the route successfully wasn't too bad either.

There's a strange sort of focus and inner sense of right that I got from kicking so much A.  It's the sort of focus that makes you think about who and what you are.  What you need and where you're going.  So far, I like what I'm finding, even though I'm a bit of a strange person.

I like being on my own, perhaps a bit too much.  I like pushing until my veins pump battery acid.  I like scary movies and adrenaline and listening to lots of Jimi Hendrix in the grass.  I like dancing in the dark.

I'm a strange person, but there's no shame in being crazy.  Now let's see how far down this rabbit hole goes.