Saturday, January 01, 2005

New Year's Eve, party at Emily's house. Her house is haunted; many stories I'd rather not dwell on. Ansel leaves a digital audio recorder in an empty room upstairs and leaves it to record half an hour of white noise. Later, we hook it to a guy's car stereo and listen to silence for ten minutes when...



Ansel is so startled that he rewinds the tape to the beginning. We listen to the entire thing again, and the sound is gone.


Wednesday, December 29, 2004

So, I haven't done a narrative post in a while.

Christmas was generous to me again; the highlights were an iPod and iPod accessories, though I got some other neato goodies like the Queer Eye book (to those critics of Queer Eye, find me a TV show that's more good-hearted, nurturing and positive) and the new William Shatner album.

The year's about to end, a "new year" about to begin. This is a meaningless quantification in my mind, though every year I do the obligatory reflection. So where am I now? 365 steps closer to God(s) and a bit hairier. Over the break I've been growing a weak little McGinn beard, simply because. This does not make sense, as I think guys my age who have facial hair are obnoxious and gross. I have no intention of keeping the beard, so if you want to see it, act now.

I also find myself playing a waiting game again, as happens every so many months. How can something so important move so sloooooooooowly?

Not looking forward to diving back into school; the administration is out of control and I'm tired of feeling like everyone's a few words away from killing each other.

To those of you reading The Dharma Bums: that book is an almost perfect model of my outlook on the world, so tread lightly and I hope it's as rewarding for you as it was for me.

Sunday, December 26, 2004

I'm a heathen.
Sometimes I just feel like everything's holy.