A Google image search for "Little Sahara" yeilded many much muchos results.

This guy, whose motto is, "Youth and Talent are no match for Age and Treachery", has got some of the best little sahara photos that i've seen to date.

*March 15
*Skiing Banshees (ok justin did this stuff on a bike. these guys are wusses.)
*More of his Little Sahara pics
*Even MORE Little Sahara pics, from "Roostfest, which just happened last week.
*Snake Hunt Weekend at Little Sahara

65% of college, is an amazing waste of my time and youth.
I'm sure it has alot to do with my approach, but the manner in which many of my courses are taught is very insulting.

"Here are the things that the faculty board says you must learn. So they will be on the exams. ...Follow along as I teach you the pathetic ways to memorize this information. And turn off your logic capabilities and fill your short term memory with representative words that we don't have time to understand. Never mind the fact that you are widdling away your life in this classroom, absorbing crude definitions of meaningless proper nouns."

I woke up this morning and drove fourty minutes for this?! You're an idiot. And i'm an even bigger idiot for sitting here. Futile is the word that comes to mind; comparable to wrapping yourself in chicken wire to protect against 3-inch bees.

tune up the band:
"He's protected from 3 inch bees, that's right.
He's protected from 3 inch bees, tonight!
A 3 inch bee can't sting this guy!
A 3 inch bee shouldn't even try!
He's protected from 3 inch bees, that's right!"

YEAH!!

Two years ago, the computer science gods here at Henderson finally owned up to the fact that they're too undertalented and too lazy to build any kind of on-campus web site forum, or anything to help students keep up with current events or scheduled happenings. And they decided to entrust it all to Mascot, whereby all school-specific announcements and a large chunks of private student information are are now stored and handled by a dot com firm somewhere in Nevada. Great.

But it's nice to log into my Henderson/Mascot account and update the information about myself. ..That way I'll at least have a small role in boosting school community and spirit:

thought for the day
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ok folks.

We've finally added more photos.

But that's not all. Oh boy, that's not at all, ..all.

Through hours and hours of mega-nerd-code-hacking, Drew has brought forth an interactive photo database.

Say it again: "Interactive Photo Database"
..doesn't such verbage make it seem like I know what I'm talking about?
If it does, don't believe it, not for one second.

But sofar, here's what we got. Through the magic of PHP, you can now:
*leave comments on each individual photo
*rate each photo as crappy or excellent or anything in between
*search for keywords in my descriptions of each photo
*view the highest rated, ..or most viewed photo

*and of course, the biggest and bestest feature of all, ..is that now I don't have to spend near as much time and effort to post new photos. Basicly, all's I got's to do is drag and drop the images and thumbnails into a new directory, and the butt-kicking nerd-code does the rest.

And one last thing, here are the photos.

ill-iterations, sixth in a series.

From the bestest movie that I've seen in a long long time:

Peter Gibbons: I don't like my job and I don't think I'll go anymore.
Joanna: You're just not gonna go?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Joanna: Won't you get fired?
Peter Gibbons: I don't know. But I really don't like it and, uh, I'm not gonna go.
Joanna: So you're gonna quit?
Peter Gibbons: Uh-uh. Not really. I'm just gonna stop going.
Joanna: When did you decide all that?
Peter Gibbons: About an hour ago.
Joanna: So you're going to get another job?
Peter Gibbons: I don't think I'll like another job.
Joanna: Well what are you going to do about money? Bills?
Peter Gibbons: You know I never really liked paying bills, I don't think I'm going to do that either.

Peter, talking to the Bobs (management consultants):

Bob Slydell: If you would, would you walk us through a typical day, for you?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Bob Slydell: Great.
Peter Gibbons: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door--that way Lumberg can't see me, heh--after that I sorta space out for an hour.
Bob Porter: Da-uh? Space out?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too, I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.
(pause)
Peter Gibbons: The thing is Bob, It's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care.
Bob Porter: Don't..... don't care?
Peter Gibbons: It's a problem of motivation alright? Now If I work my butt off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don't see another dime, so where's the motivation? And here's something else Bob, I have eight different bosses right now.
Bob Porter: I beg your pardon.
Peter Gibbons: Eight bosses
Bob Porter: Eight
Peter Gibbons: Eight Bob. So that means that, when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to me about it. That's my only real motivation is not to be hassled. That and the fear of losing my job but, you know Bob, that'll only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.

........Bob Slydell: I'd like to move us right to Peter Gibbons. We had a chance to meet this young man, and boy that's just a straight shooter with upper management written all over him.

Tonight before the meeting, Collin was busily wiring up his new $9 blue-light special ceiling fan for the basement DVD theatre. Corey, with obvious evil intent, flipped the light switch on, using the upstairs switch. ..So Collin got the piss shocked out of him, only soon thereafter to exact revenge on Corey with a swift covert jab to the mid stomach region. Collin then related these experiences to myself with stunning detail, and soon thereafter made the decision to refer to his future dealings with Corey as Operation Infinite Justice. Earlier reports from the basement are only just now being officially confirmed, that he is preparing to conduct ``sustained combat operations.''

You haven't heard this tune for at least 7 years. Yet because it has been etched on the surface of your brain,you begin to sing along, because you know it. All of it. I can't remember a single thing I did yesterday morning, but I can sing along to this stupid annoying song without the slightest effort.

What does that mean?

Superfine lady lives HERE.

A whole hour got wasted tonight, putting that stupid animated gif together. But seeing those familiar streets and houses again was kinda neat.

...., in a "i'm a pathetic moron internet psycho-stalker" kinda way. But nice no less.

So basicly its us vs them.

"Mayonnaise, like hollandaise, was invented by the French to cover up the flavor of spoiled flesh, stale vegetables, rotten fish. Beware the sauce! Where food comes beslobbered with an elegant slime you may well suspect the integrity of the basic ingredients."

Drew is usually not a very outwardly confident person about most things, ..because (a) I don't like being around people who are this way.
But there is one thing that I know for sure: During the next year, alot of people are going to die in one place or another. And history usually has a cold way of repeating itself.

I don't fear the worst. But that doesn't mean that i'm not thinking about it. The worst is always a possibility. When the strongest nation in the world speaks of "a whole range of options", I think about the worst, because it's probably going to happen. somewhere.

Patriotism is an ephemeral motive that scarcely ever outlasts the particular threat to society that aroused it.
-- Denis Diderot (1713–1784), French philosopher

One of the most thought provoking articles that I've read sofar:
You can't bomb us back into the Stone Age. We're already there. But you can start a new world war, and that's exactly what Osama bin Laden wants.

This afternoon we had the esteemed privilege of viewing my very own brand spanking new copy of the

special edition.

Wide screen format.

Blues Brothers.

DVD.

...Quite possibly.

The best movie.

Ever made.

"Illinois Nazis. ...I hate Illinois Nazis."

I've been wasting WAY too much time coding and tweaking and coding and tweaking this stupid website. There are alot of things at school that need more of my time and attention. So somethings gotta give.
In my spare time, the last day or two has been spent adapting everything to cascading style sheets, that will no doubt simplify everything, while in the process, producing something which is more compatible with all standards compliant web browsers. Farewell to the tables. And font tags, etc.... Simple. Is where things are going.

Any whim to design cool graphics or flashy layouts, will be redirected to school projects. And I'll try and upload most of those projects here when they're completed, or as time allows. If anything, all i'll do here is attempt to compose logical sentences. Maybe even paragraphs. (ok, ...sentence fragments)

But for now we're cleaning house, and painting everything grey.

My Interactive Design proffessor is performing a demonstration right now, over the digital projector. ..Some kind of rudimentary Photoshop technique on an image that he's going to drag into Director. I've been here all day, a productive day; yet a long day. Mondays and Wednesdays are packed full of classtime.

But the image..., oh the image,... ..that he's using, ..for the demonstration, ...ahhh.
Sand dunes, projected onto the pull-down white screen. And remember that projectors ..project sand dunes that are larger, and gooder, than those little sand puny dunes on your little screen.
Instantly stoked, for Little Sahara, in October, I am.
So dune pic shall be warped, for my own little agenda:

Photographs seem to communicate volumes more than than television.

one

two

three

four

five

six (before and after)

"Mom, ...that building is collapsing! uhh, Peter Jennings is still chattering with some guy on the phone, and that building is freaking falling down!"

Collin had called the house and woke us up, after watching the news from work and seeing the second airplane smash into the world trade center. But watching both of those buildings fall, ..as it happened, live,..with the hairs on the back of my neck standing straight up, ..is something that i'll never, ever, forget.

people who were there:

http://www.toothpickgirl.com/
http://www.brooklynkid.com/
http://home.earthlink.net/~frelkins/index.html#5618063
http://www.lauraholder.com/home.html
http://www.saranwarp.com/
http://lightningfield.com/
http://rion.nu/

This weekend has been a sit around, do nothing, tennis and football watching, web surfing, contemplative weekend. I am not there and she is not here*. And that, is a reality that will take some getting used to.

So I'll live.

And I'll sit here sommore and try to fix my cdrom drive*, because it hasn't worked since accidentally deleted it's drivers a couple months ago. And how, ..in the world, ..am I expected to "insert my Windows 98 CD".. for a setup file that is required, to install a CDROM driver, when my (insert very bad word) cd drive doesn't function?!

* A circular dilemma

Going to the grocery store on the way home to buy cereal..

……finding out that Cheerios and Kix are only a $1.29, .. oh the humanity.

…….and then driving home, ..hearing the songs Very Superstitious by that blind guy who plays the piano , Rebel Rebel by David Bowie, Ramble On by Led Zeppelin , and Dirty Deedsby ACDC, ..back ..to back ..to back ..to back ..on the same station, ..

……on top of having a nice leisurely day at school and an eventful meeting, ..is enough to …make my little day. I just thought I’d share these things. .., for no other reason than to brag and hear myself ..um, ..type.

…And to say that this great day could’ve even been better, if she were there, perusing infinite cereal possibilities by my side.

Choosing a Family Pet:

1. Pets eventually grow old and die, causing your children great emotional trauma. Be sure to only choose pets which will outlive them, such as the giant Pacific sea tortoise.

4. Don't forget: Poodles are for big, flaming faggots.

5. Pets soiling the rug in your house will only be a problem if they are given food and water.

7. Pets are loving, trusting creatures. Do not treat them with the same cruelty and neglect you do your children.

10. Only choose a pet you are reasonably confident you can defeat in hand-to-hand struggle, in case of food-chain-hierarchy disputes.

"Do not jump into a swimming pool or other body of water. The bees are likely to be waiting for you when you surface."

This book is great.
You never know when you just might need it.

Faith is a feeling that tells you it’s okay to trust a feeling.

Hope is a feeling that some day you’ll find faith.

New:
1. Having been made or come into being only a short time ago; recent

2. Still fresh

3. Never used or worn before now

4. Just found, discovered, or learned

5. Not previously experienced or encountered; novel or unfamiliar

6. Different from the former or the old

7. Recently obtained or acquired

8. Additional; further

9. Recently arrived or established in a place, position, or relationship

10. Changed for the better; rejuvenated

11. Being the later or latest in a sequence

12. Currently fashionable: a new dance.

13. New In the most recent form, period, or development.

14. Inexperienced or unaccustomed:


This is all so new. brand spankin new. "I don't deserve this" new. Kinda like when that guy first got the strange idea to put crushed peanut slime and grape jelly on two pieces of bread. New. Different. Strange. Great. The awkwardness is eroding away. The first few mouthfuls were carefully chewed with considerable hesitation. What the heck am I eating? Then it started to make sense. Perfect sense. Logical Sense. To continue dining on this fine delicacy with moderation. Stepping into it. Slowly. With eyes wide open. Seeing the possibility that it could perhaps even become a fixture in his diet. A regularity. A recurring nicety. Without it, it didn't really matter. With it, how did he possibly survive it's absence?

It gives me peace of mind in knowing that I haven't ever been here before. Because being there before, would have probably altered the course of events, that brought me. Here.
Pass Go. Collect $200