Follow the Lighted Promenade

I've spent my days lost, amazed, spiraling down thru directionless haze. What a vibe I am feeling today! Last night, I met some friends at the Steer. I wasn't feeling overly socialable at first, but they instantly (as usual) broke down my barriers. I wasn't feeling bad by any stretch, just pensive. You guys are awesome. Sarah and I then went for a walk around Wicker Park. Walking beneath the overlapping branches of cottonwoods and oaks through the deepest gloaming is something that I'll never tire of. Sarah is poised on the verge of greatness. She is such a creative spirit and is bursting with ideas. She, like a lot of us, just needs to get past the doubts and distractions, and just do it, just live it. I have faith that she will. Sorry if I haven't been very responsive via e-mail lately. I spend as little time in front of this box as I can, now that I have that freedom. Don't take it personally! If I were a good man, I'd understand the spac

It's a beautiful day. What are you doing inside reading this? Why am I inside typing? Bye!

No backpacking this weekend, kids. My homie Jeremy came down with a Biblical case of poison ivy: the trip is postponed indefinately, but certainly will happen. I've been to 19 states this year - I'll just have to wait to pad that total. I finished my semester yesterday (yeah!!!!!!) but have had the worst 24 hour run of luck. My mood is still unfazed, though. I'm going hiking all day tomorrow, then...who knows. Purdue? We'll see. "When that fat old sun in the sky is falling/ Summer evening birds are calling Distant bells, new mown grass smells so sweet By the river, holding hands, draw me up and lay me down And if you see don't make a sound Make you feel above the ground And if you hear as the warm night falls A silver sound from a time so strange Sing to me, sing to me." - David Gilmour

"Inebriate of air am I And debauchee of dew Reeling, through endless summer days From inns of molten blue" -Emily Dickinson I find it incapable of feeling bad right now. Friends let you down, but you pick yourself up. I'm making the final push on my Shakespeare paper, as usual trying to write myself out of a hole that I myself have dug. I took a great, long walk down an unmaintained road, passing through tunnels of green and into open spaces where I could see the collossal dark clouds that sparred with the sun for supremecy. The clouds won for an hour or so, but then the sun came back, undiminished luster thru the rain. I got my trip pictures back today. If I can figure out how to get them online, I'll do so. If anyone knows what to do, e-mail me some suggestions. Bye!

On Ren and Stimpy once, Ren joined the army and got really neurotic and unstable. Fighting sleep, he voiced similar concerns to the ones I have as I enter Finals Week. "No No No...Bed Bed Bed No No Bed Bed Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" You can't help but laugh sometimes. More later. :)

Hello! I know that this is a very bare-bones post, but I wanted nothing fancy. I'm more interested in just having an outlet so I can say some of the bigger things that fill my cerebrum. Finals are coming and I should be studying and typing a 15 page Neil Young (ahem...Shakespeare) paper but the muse hasn't shown up yet, so I've yet to embark. Something about facing the last minute pressure has always appealed to me. This has been a very up and down semester, with many opportunities for me to get really neurotic, but taking stock, I feel better now than at the conclusion of any other semester in recent memory. I am going to Arkansas backpacking with my friends Jeremy and Lisa next Friday, and that makes me so happy that I think I'm gonna cry. :) I am awake. I am noticing the subtleties. This world is almost incomprehensibly beautiful, but in times past I've failed to take notice. But that has changed. I am awake. I have always felt that I should kinda tone do