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i LOVE the guitar solo on A Flock of Seagulls’ “I Ran (So Far Away).” another ’80s recommendation: The Smiths’ “Girlfriend in a Coma.”

well, i’m going up to Chicago to spend New Year’s with Kent, Jason, and Erik. hopefully it’ll be better than my experience last year. then i’m driving over to Evanston on New Year’s Day, and i’ll work at Web Comm on Thursday and Friday. wahoo.

oh those crazy Punjabis: The Metro has now run out of electronic tokens after commuters stole them as souvenirs and the emergency intercom on the trains has been turned off because passengers were buzzing the driver to tell him to go faster. [more on the Dehli Metro]

i guess i haven’t blabbed about Opera 7 beta 2. it’s off tha heezy. i encourage all computer geeks to download it ASAP.

something to be proud of: being listed as one of three search results for this.

change of plans

hmm. Ma calls me 20 minutes out of Champaign and tells me I should come back and spend New Year’s at home. so i drove back. it was kind of a weird situation.

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i’m feeling a pretty good sense of accomplishment. i just organized ~1200 messages in my Yahoo! Mail Inbox into folders. they’re all categorized now. there are zero (0) messages in my Inbox now.

p.s. you random Internet people can change that by e-mailing me. tell me how much you love/hate this site. thanks.

pensive

i’m feeling moody, thoughtful.

i like consistency. i do not like for things to change. i like loyalty in people and solidness in objects. i strive for consistency and logic in my thinking. i search for control over my emotions. in the latter, i think i’m failing regularly.

hm. what have i actually been doing this break? i’ve actually been sitting around too much. i’ve actually been lifting pretty regularly. i’ve actually been shooting the ball as well as i have ever have. i’ve actually been exchanging good, long e-mails. i’ve actually been looking forward to spending time with my family. i’ve actually been trying quite hard not to fall into the same old traps.

can anyone teach me how to pray? i guess that’s the kind of thing that can’t be taught. in any case, i’m horrible at it. no, this is not some oblique, jaded commentary on religion. just read it for what it is.

Dev’s a stud		Devon actually took this pic

called out!

holy crap, i just got dogged as bad as anyone ever has been. Abby’s AIM profile:

Garf Snerky: how are things on the tom sherman front?
underscorebleach: i wanna be big and buff
underscorebleach: brb tea

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one word blog entries? not so much.

i hate hate HATE MTV. it sickens me. it sickens me the way it tries to influence our culture, and it sickens me that twenty- and thirty-somethings run the station. they actually think that shit up. if i were 37 and my life’s work consisted of producing Road Rules, i would hang myself. ASAP.

i’m sick of prima donna, pothead, confused, crybaby, coddled, Marcus Garvey-wannabe “friends.” so no more.

oh yeah, i finally made a real gallery out of pictures that i took 11.5 months ago… rainy city

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Christmas was nice. we spent it at my sister’s house, as we’ve done the past year or two. most of it went as usual: the laborious one-by-one present opening, the small family fight, etc. that might make it sound bad, but i enjoyed it, of course, and i don’t like for things to change.

Maryalice got my Ma a DVD player. Zoya, my niece, is fast becoming a teenager and is now duly interested in clothes. Devon, my five year-old nephew, had an action figure-oriented Christmas and got a voice-controlled robot. in contrast to his sister, he was very unhappy to get clothes, but soon learned how to rattle off the fake “thank you” for gifts he hadn’t really wanted.

i had thought my Christmas was kind of small, but that was before i got four additional presents that had been “forgotten,” including the main thing I asked for: an office chair. i also got a gym bag, a Bears T-shirt, some beer, basketball shoes (which I have yet to pick out), an electric toothbrush, a teapot, a coupla CDs, a coupla sweatshirts, and various food items. blah blah blah, i hate sounding materialistic. of course, who doesn’t like getting presents?

i do wish Christmas were really a celebration of Christ’s birth, but it’s not — even for me. i guess i wasn’t really brought up with that as the focus, so it’s going to take some effort to instill that meaning in the day. on the positive side, i probably get more enjoyment these days from watching others open presents (especially the ones i got for them :) than opening my own. so maybe i’m figuring out some of it.

>> Christmas 2002 pictures

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and i’m sad. it feels rather like any other night. i know i’m an adult now because there’s none of that anticipation in my belly.

i spent too much time in the beginning of this break on the FaceTheJury forums. i’m not going there anymore. they waste my life.

lookie, the Sporting News published my thoughts on Mike Davis’s tirade. strangely enough, i am again right. this happens often.

sadly, Russ is spot on: Ladies and Gents, it has been quite some time. And while many wonderful and crazy things have happened in between, it is best your interests to ask me in person, as I feel no need to update mindless weblogs. [XVII.XII.MMII]

tomorrow: Christmas. i will relax and enjoy.

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for Christmas, my nephew may have asked for the single coolest thing a five year-old has ever conceived of: “a robot that obeys only its master.” i think that is AWESOME. i had to get him some Yugi-Oh crap though — what is it with the Japanese, anyway?

i was in the mall yesterday, shopping for 4 hours for Christmas presents (yes, it nearly killed me), and i had the occasion to tour Hollister, where Robert’s sister works. oh man. if everything that’d bad about 8th grade could be distilled down into a 25′x50′ store, that’d be it. whew! it was all i could do to keep from laughing out loud.

hm. on a more serious note, my life has been a damn rollercoaster lately — but only on the inside. it’s kind of pathetic in a way that i don’t have more control over my emotions, but sometimes it really does seem beyond my control. i hate that feeling. i hate it so much. but the antidote is simple: to live usefully.

wooooooooo

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