Such is the world. "We live in a crazy world," she said. I think. I might be paraphrasing. In the time since writing to you, I've gone and gotten another Google account and already used it tons more than the one to which this blog is attributed. Can blogs migrate? Maybe it doesn't need to. I hardly ever blog nowadays. Perhaps it is fitting to keep it tucked away in something like a storage closet. I am sitting in the living room with a Sam's Club legal pad, folded to the second page, covered with scribles about Model United Nations conferences of yore and fore, with my laptop, with two-fifths of a five bulb lamp, no shoes, a t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, a half-cup of cold home-brewed Pike Place Blend Starbucks Coffee, and no company save Paul Simon. I could be Paul Simon. I wish I were. No I don't. I am Paul Simon. "Still Crazy After All These Years." On "Negotiations and Love Songs 1971 -1986." I can't tell if there's a lot on my mind, or only a little. Some friends, some acquaintences. Some responsibilites, some prospects. Some obligations, some yearnings. Did I say two-fifths? I did. You would be surprised at the difference between two-fifths and three-fifths of the five bulb lamp. The... five bulb lamp. How do you convey the intonation of bolding or italicizing something without doing it? Funny how intrisic those meanings are to those typefaces. Is that what you call those? Typefaces? I think so. I am the proud owner of an Apple iPod Touch. 32 GB capacity. My mother got it for me for Christmas. I've told her several times over, but I'll tell her again - thank you, mom. Of all the overpriced gadgets to be found in this day and age, I can't imagine one I would have run further into the ground having only had it for... not even a month? That's scary. I hope "run ... into the ground" doesn't have a negative connotation. I mean it in a terribly good way. Why do I keep using things with incorrect connotations? I use it for everything. Facebook, assignments, the weather, NPR (in both NPR and PRI form), YouTube, Google Talk, Gmail, Paul Simon, all sorts of things. It's supplying "Slip Slidin' Away" right now. By way of my Apple Universal Dock. And my Durabrand 5.1 stereo. Our Durabrand 5.1 stereo, I should say. That needed bolding, too. It was my Christmas present to W307. I feel like "Myrrh." Alen swears otherwise but I know I am. The Macrophenomenal Pro Basketball Almanac has been the other side of an instant love affair with every one who has picked it up from our table. Thank you, Kevin. I really like German. I don't know if I'm any good at the language or not, but, rather inhumbly, I always feel like I sound better at it than a lot of my classmates. Except for the girl from, well, you know, Germany. I definitely don't feel like I sound better at it than her.
Definitely not.
Germany. RISE, via DAAD, an "internship?" as an assistant to a researching PhD student. I never know if the punctuation should go inside the quotation marks when I use it in an incorrect scenario such as the above. Above? Before. You get the idea. You follow me.
If you really follow me, I am surprised, but I love you for it. I probably love you otherwise.
Germany. RISE or Alabama In Austria. Or neither of these. Money. Money money money. Culture shock? Schock. Es gibt ja Angst in meinem Kopf. Ich weiß nicht, ob ich diesen Sommer nach Deutschland oder Österreich gehen soll. Wirklich weiß ich nicht, was ich hier in den USA machen soll. Das geht man nicht so gut, oder? Als ich Racquetball mit Quintus gespielen habe, habe ich auf Deutsch geflucht. Was meint dass? Manchmal denke und höre ich auf Deutsch. Öfter schreibe ich auf Deutsch. "Schreiben" nennt man, was ich jetzt tun? Keine Idee. Ich möchte etwas zu tun.
Oft möchte ich etwas zu tun. Und immer gibt es viel zu tun. Aber was mache ich? Ich setze auf unserem großen modernen Sofa und tippe. Liest man? Keine Ahnung.
Vielleicht werde ich bald "Halo 3" spielen. Warum nicht?
"Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes" is playing now. Slowly but surely, I find reasons to agree with Joseph Cundiff's assessment of this song as one of the better ever recorded in popular music. Last post, I had it on the brain. Shame, shame. It's ta-nah-n-nah. Nothing like "sha-na-na." Shame, shame. Maybe that's not even what I was going for. Hopefully not.
I don't have the walking blues. I don't think I ever do. I'm always smiling.
