Everything Looks Better in Black and White

When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school
It's a wonder I can think at all
And though my lack of education hasn't hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall.

Kodachrome
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day
Oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I'd love to take a photograph
So mama don't take my Kodachrome away.

Trade Eyes

Oh how I wish you saw you how I see you, how everybody sees you, how you really are. I wish you could fathom the extent of your intelligence and curiosity, your humor and your caring, your value, intrinsic and appreciated. I wish you could feel the contentment I feel when I hear your questions and frustrations, knowing that questioning and pushing are the heart of you, are what set you apart and earmark you for greatness. I wish you could be as inspired by you as I am. And even as I wish this, I wouldn't change a single thing about you, least of all your humility.

The You I know will turn out better than ok.

Feeling...

...just a little more comfortable in my own skin.

Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes

Oh how I love Simon and Garfunkel! Thank you Kevin Copley and Joseph Garrity for making me appreciate the soul-satisfying greatness that can be mine for the low low price of listening to S&G play my heart strings.

And now Dean Martin's cookin with gas!

Studying for finals is made tolerable with goodold timey music, "early" morning meetings in various cafes, scavenger hunts in chocolate squares, cheap tasty Indian food coming in through the window, and model chemistry lessons curled up in bed at night.

And tea of course, hand over fist!

Goodbye to Rooooooooosie the Queen of Corona
It's me and Julio down by the schoolyard.

songs that can ALWAYS improve my mood

GUMBOOTS ... paul simon
YOU MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE ... hall and oats
AIN'T NOBODY HERE BUT US CHICKENS ... b.b. king
THE BOXER ... simon and garfunkel

more to come as i think of them.

What My Internationally Renowned Berkeley Education Has Taught Me

We should go back to the bartering system.

I want to live off the fat of the land.

796 pages of econometric knowledge ultimately ends with a ?

The most important part of a paper is the bibliography.

Beautiful surroundings help me learn.

When it's really windy, trees fall over.

A short, meaningful conversation with a professor about the subject they have devoted their lives to is worth more than a full semester's worth of textbook reading.

Even Evans is beautiful when you consider the people inside.

Everyone has value, even mass comm majors.

Eating good, tasty food is really important, as is involving other people in mealtime!

Take time to enjoy reading rooms.

Take a step back, put each class, paper, test, lecture, and reading assignment in its context, and enjoy the priviledge that is being here :)

(Good) Morning

WHY WON'T YOU JUST GET UP?

Li La Li

I'm sitting here in a cozy cafe and with the decorations and the smiles and the lights and the cold outside so far away, you know it's starting to feel like the holidays. I've always loved the holidays even though I didn't celebrate them, I liked all the elements and smells and lights and the attitude.

This song's been rattling around in my cage for a while.

I am just a poor boy and my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jest still a man hears
What he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway station running scared
Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they will know.

And I'm laying out my winter clothes wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me, leading me to go home.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the remainders of ever glove that laid him down or
Cut him
Till he cried out in his anger and his pain
I am leaving I am leavin but the fighter still remains.

Yes he still remains.

it rains, who reigns?

Feeling listless and a little detatched.

I finally caught on to the idea that when you wear multiple, thick layers of clothing, along with lace-up shoes and socks, you end up being warm. And dry. Instead of walking around with your feet squishing around in your flats and jeans wet up to your knees, soaked to the bone and shivering. This whole warm and dry thing will be a new concept for me. And I carried an umbrella today! Progress.

Hm so much to say but nothing I can write. I wish I didn't work on a Thursday night.

I Love Scrubs

"You know, I keep waiting to get sick of pudding, but every cup I love it more."

It's Raining and I'm Happy

Right now I feel right at home, where I should be, sitting in a bright, crammed classroom on the ground floor of Dwinelle while the rain wafts down right next to me, outside. Did I say wafts? Yes wafts, this rain isn't falling, it's so light it's floating, it's acting like snow but it's melted. Around me the people are talking about World War I, which happened nearly one hundred years ago now but we are still terrified of it. So we talk about it and talk about it in the hopes that none of us will ever do it again.

I feel like a grilled cheese sandwhich. I feel like eating one, that is. I do not feel that I myself am a grilled cheese sandwhich.

I love this rain, it seems to pull everybody together. We are all cloaked in this gray blanket, pushed inside by the foul weather, made to sit together and eat together and be together. It looks like hot chocolate and hearty soup outside, meaning that that is what my brain jumps to as soon as I see that blanket of gray. I hope all the people rushing around outside under their umbrellas in their rubber boots are heading somewhere where they can get something hot and tasty to eat or drink.

Today I will hole myself up in Morrison from 2pm to 5pm and read. Maybe I will read a textbook, but probably I will read a book for no one but myself. It will be cold outside but I will be warm. So will my fellow Morrisonites. Sweet.

?

When did I become the weakest link, the flake of the group, the one that doesn't take her work seriously?

When did I become the nag, the jealous one, the paranoid obsessive?

When did I lose the ability to laugh at life and relax, to take things as they come, and to take them lightly?

When did I start paying more attention to how I seem than how I am?

When did I start thinking only about the big, impossible things and forget about the compilation of little things that used to be my life?

When the hell did I come here?

When can I go back?