OK, I think I have this thing under control, but those were always famous last words.

The site has gone haywire...im working on it
Later

PROBLEMS:
Yeah the site's having issues, for some reason the old posts aren't showing up. Deal. Right Now I'm planning to do some rebuilding maybe some serious re-design.

HYPERBOLE RELOADED:
I saw the new Matrix movie last night and all I have to say is daymn! When does the next one come out. Jess wasn't so impressed, she enjoyed X2 better ( I totally disagree, X2 is like junk food compared to the caviar of the Matrix). She basically thought that a few points in the movie stretched her disbelief too much (I won't ruin it, but for those of you who've seen it it has to do with the heart) and she lost intrest. I understand, I'm a bit conflicted myself, I liked it but it just wasn't what I was expecting. I just want to see the whole damn thing over again, there are a lot of scenes that are just pure exposition, and I didn't get all the details I'm sure. One cool thing I will talk about is how awesome it is that Ghosts and Zombies and Vampires are the results of corrupted programs creating corrupted files. The movie also brought up some interesting concepts about just how imperfect and human-like the machines really are.
Aside from all the philosophy the movie is visually stunning, and the special effects were just damn crazy.

THE DEATH SNEEZE:
I have theory (tentatively to be known as the Steven Neuman Unified Theory of Incrimental Sinus-Related Aging). Every now and then I'll be walking along and it will be all lovely and sunny, and I will suddenly sneeze. Not just any sneeze, or a fit of little sneezes, or even a drippy snotty cold sneeze. It is a DEATH SNEEZE. One singularly powerful sneeze that causes every muscle in your body to contort and tighten like a massive cramp, it whips your neck forward, and makes you squeeze your eyes shut tight. The aftermath is usually shock, a slight amazement from bystanders, and an overall pain in all regions of the corpus. Usually these sneezes are totally unprovoked, they come out of nowhere, and here we get to the crux of the theory: these sneezes are what bring us one step closer to death, they are the ticks of the second hand on our biological clocks, inching us ever closer to our inevitable doom. The death sneeze is unavoidable (as is death) but it's just something to think about.

A RETURN
Alas- I have been missing my postings because first I had no internet to hook my computer up to, and now I have no computer to hook my internet up to. Yes, sadly frankie, my beloved Dell is in the shop with a faulty motherboard. I am muey excited about this weekend though; Friday nite is Dana's anything but clothing party, Saturday morning I have try-outs for the Real World, then I get to see Carly. It doesn't get any better than this.

COLOURS:
I want to get a hair cut at the rockstar barber on Willamette, he was busy until Wednesday. Crazyness. I'm counting on getting something new. I am bored with my image.

Also - just a thought... how can gray be your favorite color. Food for thought. I DL'd a great version of an acoustic Mr. Jones (this is why I ask about gray) and it's so somber that I can't help but feel that maybe this was the tempo for which the song was written? I don't know, maybe I'm nuts.

OINGOBOINGO HAS LEFT THE BUILDING:
Can I just say - I love 80's movies: where else can you get a plotline like shunned young high school journalist decides to try her hand at gender-bending in the pusuit of the perfect scoop for her tough-as-nails newspaper advisor, and in the end finds love at a beachfront prom with music by Oingoboingo? Plaid plaid and more plaid, it was like a reunion of the the Mac Benetar Clan. I wonder if the ninties will be this funny in 6 years.

RANDOMNESS SERVED DAILY:
Stevie Wonder is just the shit. 'Nuff said.

It's rainy and I'm bummed. On a happier note today is my brother's birthday. Happy Birthday bro. Quote of the moment: "Just don't tell my old lady. You mean Mom?" - Adaptaton.

BAD LUCK:
So I had a blast at Meredith's party - it was amazingly fun and refreshingly nice to be so narcsicstic as to have a rock and roll party. I meet this beautiful girl, we start talking - she's smart, brilliantly smart. I kiss her on the cheek, we stop talking. We kiss on the mouth. She stops and says, "I have a boyfriend." We continue to kiss, she stops again. She says, "He's standing right over there." He didnt see anything, but my spirits were just crushed. I have the worst luck with girls.

MY GIRL LIKES TO PARTY ALL THE TIME, PARTY ALL THE TIME, PARTY ALL THE TIIIIIMMMMEE:
Tomorrow I have hella shit to do. Bummer.

[Tangent] Nikola Conte (not Nikka Costa), her music is jazzy and funky, latin, and danceable all at once, rocks my world - as do tasty burritos from Mucho Gusto. Right now I'm bathing in the saucy goodness of marinated tofu and guacamole and salty chips, it's like Wordsworth for my mouth.

I am mad at Jasmine, she got to see BK, and I was IN SF this past weekend too! Arg, indeed.

OUT OF TIME:
Man I have been bad about posting recently. I'm just so busy: I'm trying to find a job for this summer, applying for positions on the VOICE and the Daily Emerald, all while trying to find a new apartment and take 18 credits.
The good news is that tonight Meredith is throwing a sex-drugs-&-rock and roll party which will just rock.

TO CALI AND BACK:
Went down to Cali for break with Raechel, got flipped off several times for my "Stop the War" poster on my trunk window. Saw Christina P (the party animal), had fries "animal style" (Thank You In-N-Out), drank good booze (Bombay Saphire Gin you truly are royalty), got tan or at least slightly pinkish (Santa Cruz is balmy and deserted right now), stayed with the folks (Love you both), hung with the brothers (Miss you too), and the best part....I'm going home again on Friday.

I am completely excited about my creative writting class that is supposed to start in a little bit but next week I need to find something to between French 203 (which ends at 2pm) and Writing (which begins at 6pm) -read: I'm bored out of my skull right now.

I have decided that when my good friend Jess wear a particular white and black striped shirt and gets her short hair wet she bears a striking resemblance to Pat Benetar. Heartache to heartache indeed.

Yay: NO CLASS tomorrow and a protest, what more could you ask for?

DREAM DREAM DREAM:
The other night I had a bizzare dream about myself and my brothers (Eric and Josh). Eric is soon to 17 and Josh is soon to be 13. The dream takes place in San Francisco and seems to follow the story line of Steve McQueen's movie "Bullet" and every single "Dirty Harry" movie. All three of us are rogue cops working for the SFPD, we get a case that requires us to go against the wills of the police commissioner, but because we're good honest cops we go after the bad guy anyway. We all share this apartment and the time period seems distinctly either the early eighties or late seventies. But in the dream Eric looks like Brad Pitt in Ocean's Eleven with a pimpin's big-collar style, Josh looks like Ari from "The Royal Tennenbaums" (except he doesn't have curly black hair he has spiked blonde hair) complete with Adidas track suit, and I look like Belushi in "Blues Brothers" with a sharp black suit and skinny tie. Sigh..I do miss them. Bizzare...

CAN"T STOP
The new Red Hot Chili Peppers video "Can't Stop" is amazing, it's based on the sculpture of Erwin Wurm - an incredible Austrian artisit who creates art and scuplture out of the human interactions with everyday object and the incidental moments of art that result. Sounds deep, and looks amazing. I want to frame this video on my wall.

WHITE NOISE:
I missed Special Goodness' concert last night which was a bummer, but it was because I had to do a report on Switzerland's media capabilities which needless to say are not nearly as exciting as Special Goodness at the Wild Duck. The good news is everything got done pretty quick and I had no trouble. The next Voice is scheduled to come out on Friday and I can't help but be proud of working on it. I think it's a damn fine looking piece of magazine. Also the weather has taken a turn for the warmer, not neccssarily sunnier, that's why I'm going to SoCal for part of break, but warmmer, and since it's over 50 degrees I decided to leave my window open. I discovered that because I am relatively close to a freeway I get this constant wooshing noise of cars and trucks going by. Some might argue that this is obnoxious, but in my case I found it quite pleasant, like white noise it seems to put me off to sleep the minute I lay down. I'm freakin about finals but doing a very good job of hiding it.

THANK YOU NEIGHBOR:
I wanted to post this before, but I didn't have the chance. The day Mr Rogers passed away we all lost one of the most caring an amzing teachers the world has ever seen. The man ranks up there with Gahndi or Maria Teresa, and while it may seem trivial to compare a children's TV show host to these great and compassionate people I would like to think that in his own way Fred Rogers changed the world for the better. Remember: It's what's inside that's important, There's only one person in the whole world like you, and every day is special. Thank You, neighbor - it wouldn't have been childhood without you, I wouldn't be me without your show.

FRED ROGERS 1928 -2003
Survived "by his wife, Joanne; two sons, two grandsons and millions of grateful neighbors" - Katie Couric of NBC's "Today."

HI HO GALLUP POLLS!:
The declining ratings of the economy appear to be having an effect not only on Bush's overall approval rating, but on the president's potential electoral support.

Among registered voters, Bush's support is now at 47%, just 8 points more than the support expressed for an unnamed Democrat. A rule of thumb for an incumbent is that any figure below the 50% mark signals trouble.

The current numbers suggest that the rally effect of 9/11 has greatly diminished. A month after the terrorist attacks, registered voters supported Bush over the unnamed Democratic candidate by 27 percentage points. Today, the margin is just 8 points.

Clearly, the current figures are not predictive of what will occur in November 2004, because much can happen between now and then, and much depends on the actual person who eventually will win the Democratic nomination. But it's clear that the two most volatile situations currently facing the Bush administration -- a possible war with Iraq and the economy -- are likely to have a profound effect on Bush's re-election chances.

While no one can predict with certainty how important each issue will be, the elder President Bush discovered in 1992 that his record-high approval rating following the Gulf War did not overcome the public's disfavor with the economy. The current situation with President George W. Bush is eerily reminiscent of the situation his father faced a dozen years ago.
Gallup's Website and the Full Text

SMASH THE STATE:
I'm pretty tolerant of the administration, I hate it, but I have never honestly thought for once that we should really do away with the system of government known as the United States Government. Today I realized that something has gone horribly awry, when the person claiming to represent the United States told the nation that he would not listen to those in this nation who opposed a war. Not only did Bush state that he would disregard the Nation, but also the entire world!! What the fuck is wrong with this man, congress is against war, the economy is in the toilet, the UN hates us, the world hates us, half of us hate us. If this is compassionate conservatism I'd hate to see the hardline version. Honestly, someone should take Bush out, he's just as bad as Hussien, granted he doesn't kill his own people - but disregarding the UN hmmmm who does that sound like? And all the while this is happening North Korea is stockpiling nuclear weapons that can actually hit the West coast. Someone get me a deserted island in the Pacific, stat.

MOVE OVER SOMA AND WONDERFUL WONDERBOYS:
Ok, the bitches over at Soma magazine (short for South of Market, and probably an A. Huxley drug refrence) never sent me my magazine so now I'm bitter as hell. They send me a bill, but I haven't gotten a single damn isssue. So now I've moved on, say hello to my new glossy favorite Fader. Very tasteful, very enjoyable. I think I'm in love.
ALSO - I scored a huge Wonderboys poster on Ebay for like 5 bucks.