i read something that bugged the heck out of me. it was one of those pop-culture cynic-critic people, and he said, paraphrased, “blogs that just recount daily events are soooo lame”. basically, since there is nothing unique about these blogs, nothing interesting, exciting, insightful, witty, thought-provoking, intelligent, artistic, well-said, or well-turned in them, they are worthless. lame. i guess it could bug me for two reasons: 1. there is something wrong-headed about that mindset ...

man, these days are flying by. and since when have i wrote in my blog in the morning? the days are evil, i tell you. yesterday was a standard day–logic, greek, lunch, work, guitar, dinner, logic, sleep. i went over to storey after dinner to work on the logic problem set with achyut and matt…we worked on it for 3 hours or so and got almost halfway done with part 1. i guess we’re doing the rest tonight, and i have to try part 2 tomorrow afternoon. i hope i get it done this time. ...

i didn’t really do anything interesting last night, except talk to emily a while on the phone. and i went to bed early. so now i’m awake early–i got up at 6:45am. isn’t that insane? i ate breakfast in the dining hall for the first time in a long time. and i studied for my greek quiz, which is in an hour or so. i have a logic problem set to do today. suck. go away school. ...

i decided to procrastinate, so here are some of the better pictures i took in england (in order of occurrence): heathrow int’l airport - standing around warwick castle - view of the castle from the front the back gate of the castle from the inside emily and i standing on a tower emily and i in front of the castle bob the american tourist oxford - view of an oxford college landscape looking the other direction emily in red telephone booth at night london - emily in trafalgar square ...

but i suppose some of you were wondering what i did in england. here’s the story: first, dan drove me to the airport last wednesday morning. i checked in, then hung around the terminal listening to over the rhine. my parents arrived from orlando (via dallas), and i met them at their gate. (they flew from orlando to san jose to pick up a buttload of extra mileage). we then went to board our flight to st. louis. of course, it was delayed, and then cancelled. this was no good, because david and rachel were flying from orlando to st. louis, and emily was flying from indianapolis to st. louis. we were all going to meet there and fly to london on the same plane. but, our flight to st. louis being cancelled, there was no way we would all be able to get out of the country until the next day. thinking it important to a) leave that day, and b) fly all together on the same flight, we had to be a little creative. ...

three things are contributing to the huge hole in my heart right now: 1. coming back to real life from an international trip, having travelled 22 hours to do so. 2. having emily torn from me again. i hate distance. 3. thinking that i will have to wake up at 8 tomorrow to do the homework that i was unable to finish on the trip i’m sort of in the mood where i would cry if i could but my heart is a little too dulled from loneliness of travel too feel like anything other than a solid lump. i’m sort of in the mood where i want to write music, but i know any attempts at lyrics would be sacrilege. the inexpressibility of feelings is a copout, i know, but there are some things that i need to keep to myself before putting into song. ...

interesting fact of the day #1: two of the campus’ biggest weezer fans are in my room right now playing weezer covers. you might wonder why. i do too. well, we’re at T-8 hours and counting till dan takes me to the airport. if you’re wondering what books i’m taking to accompany me in my travels, here they are: attic greek (textbook) a mathematical introduction to logic (textbook) warranted christian belief, by philosopher alvin plantinga ...

the irony of this morning is that it started off so well. i woke up five minutes before my alarm (9:55am) and shut it off so that it wouldn’t buzz and wake up dan. i’d gotten an easy 8 hours of relaxing sleep, lulled to that state by the tale of beren and luthien being read out of my speakers. after waking up, i laid in bed and read two chapters from 2 corinthians. feeling like i’d started the day off well i climbed down from my bunk and performed my morning ritual: turn on monitor, wipe eye-boogers away, check e-mail, and check IM messages accrued over the night. ...

hey, i think i’m the farthest ahead in my philosophy of knowledge class right now than i’ve ever been in any class whatsoever. if i want i don’t have to do any work until next tuesday morning. that’s phenomenal! bible study with the dudes was cool, but beav’s out of town so we just chilled in tresidder. and it didn’t last that long, so i went from there to the wall around 8:30. i climbed for about an hour and a half, but i think i’ve plateaued a bit, relatively speaking. speaking in relative terms, is what i mean. but only relatively so. still can’t get the 6 i’ve been working on. it’s too easy to lose my feet in the overhang and swing out to where it’s impossible to have a good hold. ah well. ...

i generally feel like each day is better than the previous one. why, then, do i long for the “good old times”? what are the good old times, anyway? i believe that in my mind, i distill away the day-to-day monotonies and evils of the past, leaving me with the feeling that everything before now was halcyon. especially with good book series. i look at the pendragon cycle sitting on my shelf and the memory of the wonderful journey that series took me on makes me want to be again in the time in which i read it. weird. same with awesome cds. ...