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I have a particular bias here: he’s my brother.

That said, his blog which looks like it will encompass art, music, and politics, is already more advanced in several days than mine was after half-a-year. I’d probably link to it, even if he was just another eccentric huming Herman Ives whilst wandering the streets of Rochester, NY.

This is the time of year I like to be overhwelmed with rain, and while New York has let me down where snow is concerned, thanks to the balmy North Atlantic, I have every hope that it will trump both Flint and Chicago in liquid precipitation.

– YESTERDAY – Not bad, but of course, I’m an advocate of the forty-hour day (the only way to get everything done) and the legislation just isn’t promising. I went to work then church, then home. Jess arrived not long after I did, and we went to a Thai restaurant up the street.

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There is a theory of the Moebius…
a twist in the fabric of space
where time becomes a loop.”

In my own annals, this warmly human, passionate, and mechanical sounding album is one of the greatest pieces of pressed music that I’ve ever heard.

Today is both the first day of the Spring and the Solemnity of St. Joseph. The coincidence of the two is atypical; St. Joseph’s day typically falls on the nineteenth but is bumped forward every so often when the nineteenth is a Sunday.

– THE WEEKEND – A lot of the weekend early on kind of sucked, but it got better throughout, and by the end I was having an evenly good time. On St. Patrick’s Day, Jess and I went out to a bar in TriBeCa, very loud and boisterous, but they were giving out free corned beef and cabbage, and Guinness was $4.75 a pint.

– YESTERDAY – Slept in a while. I worked on cleaning and Spanish and had the opportunity to catch up on some reading. This is officially the beginning of “spring break,” but I’m working next week, so it’s really only a break from school.

– YESTERDAY – Good. Solid. I had to scramble about during the day to finish Naked Lunch and the assignment, but both were complete when I finally made it to class. The presentation was fun, thoughtful, and very well-researched. We touched on Lacan/Freud, but not to the extent that it spoiled the fun for skeptics like me.

I was a second year living in 529D, the creepiest room in Mathews House. It was a haunted year overall, and by this point many catastrophes had passed and many others were on their way.

There was a break in all this, however…

My friend Armand had received an extra ticket from Vanguard, the airline he took from Chicago home to Denver, and he offered it to me.