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Not so much because I continue to be clueless about it, but because I really don’t have time in the evenings to spend on this blog, and work is too hectic these days to squeeze in a post of a length sufficient to make a comprehensive report.

Talking about objectivism has been postponed a day on account of this just being a really shitty day. For a number of reasons.

I hope to dig into it tomorrow.

~ Connor

before I get onto Serious Stuff.

#5. Sharing guacamole and chicken and shrimp and sipping nuclear martinis in the stormy shadows of Cate’s apartment, at her birthday party, with friends and acquaintences. We shared stories of the strangest people we’d ever known; the people they’d tried in vain to seduce, the dieties they’d allegedly personified, and the giant chickens they’d engaged in fisticuffs.

Information provided by Ashley.

The following was featured on the main screen of AOL Instant Messenger:

Welcome to World’s Largest Scavenger Hunt

This year’s challenges include building a “Calvin Kleinometer,” producing “a McDonald’s Sad Meal” and even demonstrating “that there really is a wrong way to eat a Reese’s.”

Well, what can I say?

It’s the end of another long week of work and I’m exhausted.

Exhausted, and going into a weekend full of parties and drama.

My plan right now is incredibly romantic; I’m going to hop the El back to my cluttered and messy apartment, make a pot of coffee, make a plan to clean, and then start reading Chris Ware as the first chords of the Juno Reactor fill my room.

I feel compelled to write today, but don’t have much to write about.

Yesterday, when I was riding the El to work, I learned that I evidently trust my eyes more than my feet.

The window of the train (one of a kind) was clear and spotless, and a one-way window (to some sort of storage room?)

To understand this post, you will have to read this letter from the official site of the Diocese of Colorado Springs.

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An Open Letter to Bishop Sheridan

Your Excellency,

I have read your pastoral letter dated May 1st, in which you deny communion to Catholics who vote “supporting legislation or candidates that defy God’s law.”

Yesterday was a pretty mundane busy Monday.

Work from 8 to 5:30. An hour bus ride home.

Rehearse 7 to 10.

Collapse.

The end of rehearsal, however is worth comment.

Yesterday we finished up a series of Improvisation exercises by Viola Spolin aimed towards awareness and perception.

Something a little lighter for a change…

This weekend seemed all spliced together, and I wound up doing a million different things in a million different places. Still, after the pressure cooker of Scavhunt last weekend, I felt totally cut free.

“Holly came from Miami F.L.A.

hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A.

Plucked her eyebrows on the way

shaved her leg and then he was a she

She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

Candy came from out on the island

in the backroom she was everybody’s darling

But she never lost her head

even when she was given head

She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

and the coloured girls go

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Little Joe never once gave it away

everybody had to pay and pay

A hustle here and a hustle there

New York city is the place where they said

Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

I Said hey Joe, take a walk on the wild side

Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets

lookin’ for soul food and a place to eat

Went to the Apollo

you should have seen him go go go

They said, hey Sugar, take a walk on the wild side

I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

Jackie is just speeding away

thought she was James Dean for a day

Then I guess she had to crash

valium would have helped that dash

She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

and the coloured girls say

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo”

~ Lou Reed