baby jesus... Born To Rock *GUITAR RIFF*

So, New Year's Resolution: I'm actually going to exist online again. To that end, and in honor of the Iowa caucuses on Thursday,* here is the most brilliant, terrifying Paultard (Paultard (n): A supporter of Ron Paul, often of the militant or blimp-purchasing variety.) video ever. (Hat-tip Wonkette)



*: I should think of something to do Thursday night. Suggestions?

So hey. I'm not dead.

I do, however, have a desire to kill myself right now. I am in the Apple Store on 5th Ave in New York City, and next to me is the most annoying woman ever conceived. She is singing. I don't know why people think it's cool to sing and dance retardedly in stores, maybe she is hired by the Apple store to make sure people don't spend hours on the computers/internet here (like me, who is doing a shit-ass job of looking for housing in Portland this fall). Seriously. Also, apparently I can't plug headphones into the computers here or something? Point is, the Apple store by Central Park is no longer the coolest place ever.

So hey, brief status update. I am currently living in Brooklyn, with my friend Gina. I am leaving, however, at the end of August, to go to Portland and have a job for several months doing development work in Lake Oswego. Hopefully. I really need to get called back by the guy hiring (/me knocks on wood) me. After which, I will go back to Reed to finish up with one final semester. At least, these are the plans. I am going to need to do a better job of actually looking for housing than I am at the moment, as I find myself inclined to procrastinate when I get access to the net.

Also, a brief summary of my summer thus far: I think my last updates had me in Connecticut. That lasted for longer than I had expected or desired. Though, I did go on a couple weekend expeditions elsewhere in that time: once to Western Massachussets (around Northampton) to visit my friend Lawrence, where, amongst other things, Gina and I had a play and a feast in our honor and accidentally went to the opera, and once to Chesapeake Bay to visit Gina's cousin who is building someone else's house on the bay (the former visit was far more awesome). In mid-July, I went home to Minnesota for approx. three weeks, where I did not get to see Wicked because my mom had a brain fart. I then traveled back to the northeast, and spent a couple days visiting bluekivrin on Nantucket, after which I came to Brooklyn to stay with Gina for a few weeks.

Uh. Yeah. I'm sure there's more to be said (Hey! The other night I was walking down a street and was consecutively solicited to purchase weed, "a nice lady for the night" and cocaine by the same man, that was a novel experience! Also novel? A political victory (Ned Lamont); I had no idea the last time a night when people outside of Reed have been voting has been good to me. I think I could get used to it, what with the good feelings and the not rolling around dead-drunk in despair and salsa.), but I think I will cut this off here, lest I decide to revise and extend and never post (which is sort of my modus operandi, as far as blogging has gone for me recently).

I shall endeavour not to be so lax at posting in the future. And hey, maybe I'll succeed. Also sweet: the evil singing demon has become silent.