Follow me on Twitter! July 5, 2009

OK, when I joined Twitter I didn’t get it. Why not just have a facebook and update your status all the time? That was almost two months ago… and now, finally, I’ve gotten myself a profile picture, I’ve customized my profile page, I’ve set up my phone so that I can update my status from it, I’ve searched for my favorite bands, news sites, and websites to follow, gained a few followers myself, and just generally have been enjoying myself.

So definitely check out my page if you want to keep posted on all the exciting things I’m up to: www.twitter.com/josahlin.

In other news, I had a most amazing weekend. My family visited from California, which consisted of my first-cousins-once-removed (my dad’s cousin and his wife) and my second cousin. We went to our cabin and my uncle took us out on the boat, and my cousin water skied and I went on the inner(inter?) tube, and now my arms are very sore and I’m happy about that.

My cousin and I had great bonding experience; we talked and talked and talked, which I’m ecstatic about. I finally feel like I have more family members, rather than feeling sort of marooned and cut off from them. She has great insight and she’s 27, so she’s good at giving advice without being too pushy or motherly. On Friday we went and got sushi and went to my aunt’s house to watch Harry Potter 5, and that was great because I could tell them what was beyond the movie (since they don’t do any justice to the books!). But, to my surprise I realized there were holes in my explanations, which clearly means that I have to reread the series… oh darn. So after I finish this post, I’m going to start the series over and be done with that by the time “Half-Blood Prince” comes out in theaters. Then after seeing that a few times, I’ll probably reread the Twilight series so that I can stay caught up with my friend who knows everything about that one.

I’m continually amazed by the integrity of the Harry Potter series. It’s just incredible that it is so popular and so influential, while being subtle. Granted, it took a while for the books to get to that point, but eventually they broadened so that they would still be universal, but also deeper. … I think I’ll write an actual article about it soon.

Oh, and on Friday when we went boating, my uncle’s “lady-friend” came with us. They had met maybe 2 or 3 weeks ago on Match.com, and here she was. She was… so… nice. Honestly, she was the nicest person. But… too nice? Something like that. We talked about it at length (that was kind of cool too, because we are NOT the kind of family that talks about each other when we’re not around, but now we had a topic to bond over with the Cali family) and my insight was that she didn’t have an “edge,” and my uncle needs someone who’s edgy, not just quietly quirky (ha, *you* try making alliteration with Qs!). Anyway, the bottom line was that we couldn’t imagine it going anywhere.

We didn’t tell my uncle this, of course, but as my aunt said, “he’s no fool,” and he either got the message or didn’t need it in the first place. None of us were worried about him making the “right” judgement call, so what may or may not have been gossip didn’t amount to any drama whatsoever. And that’s a very, very good thing.

So then Saturday we went to my uncle’s house for our 4th of July dinner, which was amazing because there were TEN people at the table! My aunt made amazing food and my grandma looked SO cute–white pants, white sandals, and a sea blue tunic top that she had made, beaded, and embroidered herself(!)–she’s absolutely amazing–and the family gathered and talked about the weird things we talk about. Grammar, Michael Jackson (for, like, the fifth time that weekend, gah), writing, Jewish things (my dad’s cousin’s wife is Jewish and my dad’s cousin converted to marry her), the great food, our heritage and other family members, grammar (trust me, it’s a big issue; everyone in our family is meticulous about grammar, spelling, writing, and anything of the sort and has some related pet peeve), the food (also a recurring topic since it’s always so good), pets, some current events…

Actually, it sounds blissfully normal… I think? What do other people’s families talk about?

One Man’s Success Story Is Another Man’s Downfall June 22, 2009

I just got caught up in a great money-making opportunity, posting advertisements through Google or something like that… and now I’m pretty sure it was a scam. I realize this AFTER I’ve given my credit card number and email address AND home address–I suck SO MUCH right now. I can’t believe I actually bought into all that. I thought it was pretty legit because I read a newspaper article about it online, which interviewed a guy who was using the system. And I thought that if it was good enough to make it into a paper around some guy’s success story, then it’s worth a try. But now, I’m terrified that I’m going to have a monthly fee for using it (even though the website said nothing about a monthly fee or anything like that, but I’ve heard complaints about the program since I downloaded it and realized it’s harder to use than it sounds). Argh!

So now I have to worry about that, as well as trying to find tons of other jobs. Supposedly, I’m going to housesit again this summer, though I only have one job lined up and it’s for mid-July. I’ also freelance writing again, which is great. I don’t get paid fairly at all, which is a problem (about $15 a week for 10 articles) but I like it and it’s good practice. I applied to some “real” jobs around town, but none of them have taken. Anyway, it boils down to being completely SOL money-wise.

And if that weren’t bad enough, the weather is awful. The rain seemed to follow be back here from Olympia, and it’s windy and VERY inconvenient. My town hosts the Ironman triathlon every year, and this year it was yesterday. The swim portion was blustery (I was volunteering in a kayak along the swim course from 6 to 10 am), the bike was cold, and towards the end it started raining. So then, the poor people had to run in the rain as well, and it was just terrible. But I had tons of fun in the kayak, and then I went to a Father’s Day celebration with my family, and I ate wheat! I mean, I had to–my aunt made an absolutely incredible chocolate cake. The only thing that made it taste bad was her asking every 10 minutes whether we liked it… but that’s sort of a thing in my family. Everyone gets uncomfortable about the food they made, and we have to reassure each other that it’s the best we ever tasted. And usually, it is just perfect. Anyway, I broke my no-wheat regimen for hamburger buns and chocolate cake, and I didn’t give a whit. (Ha, ha.)

But then I got an awful headache. I’d had one all day, which was expected because I always get one when I cry, and I always cry at the Ironman. The last qualifying swimmer out of the water had to literally be carried up the path to the changing area, and it was heartbreaking to watch. Anyway, I was fine with the light headache I’d been dealing with, especially because I was more concerned with being sore from kayaking and exhausted from getting up at 4 am. Until we got in the car to go home after dinner, and my headache intensified. I’m pretty sure that eating wheat really contributed to it.

By the time we got home and we were watching a movie, it had migrated to the right side of my head and it felt like my right eye was going to pop out of its socket. Naturally, I asked my dad for his migraine medicine, but he recalled that it hadn’t really worked last time I tried it. So I went with hydrocodone, of course. If you’ve ever had hydro (I’d only used it once before, when I had my whole wisdom teeth fiasco), you know that it will completely knock you out. And it did. It was amazing– I usually have a horrible time trying to get to sleep, because I can never get comfortable and relaxed enough, and I can never shut my brain up. But with the hydro, I was plastered to my mattress. And I barely had time to enjoy that feeling before I was falling asleep. I had my sleep playlist going at the time, and the last thing I remember was hearing my favorite song (”In My Life”) before drifting off.

Then I slept for 13 hours, woke up, and got involved with that stupid internet scam. What a terrible thing to do today.

The Bellow of the Blast June 1, 2009

Procrastination, take 2.

Today my class program put on Oedipus Rex, and I played Creon in the first third. It was a success, and we just got done with our cast party. We broke off early because we all had to write a 20 page paper by tomorrow. YIKES. 

Luckily, mine is on music (specifically, singing), and I’m very excited about it… however, I just cannot get started with a good lead to get me really into it. I’m toying with the idea of taking adderall, but my parents said that would kind of be a cop-out, so I’m attempting to do what I can without it. Which, so far, isn’t much.

It honestly isn’t for lack of trying this time– I must have fifty beginnings in the works, but alas, all have come to naught.

Anyway, I will post it when I’m done, and probably keep you updated. 

Does anyone have their own tactics on how to get started on essays, or articles, or any creative endeavor?

Title courtesy of Gilbert & Sullivan.

Father and Daughter April 27, 2009

The whole mothering thing is SO not instant-gratification oriented. It’s absolutely more “you’ll thank me later,” which is why I could never be satisfied by it. Yet another reason that being a mother would just not happen very well for me. Besides the preliminary pregnancy part, which I would be loathe to go through because of morning sickness, swollen ankles, crabbiness, and stretch marks, there’s the actual entire rest-of-your-life commitment. And since I could never think of myself as going through that with a man, I couldn’t ever go through it with child. 

Having to see time pass is bad enough when I’m witnessing it in myself, my friends, and (worst–or most painful–of all) my parents, and I can’t imagine going through the hell of watching a child grow up. I told my parents that once and they replied, with tears in their eyes, that that very thing can be the most rewarding part of all. I was incredulously silent. I’m glad they were happy to watch me grow up… but meanwhile, for my entire life I’ve been plagued with fear and worry about the moments when I have to see them go. I don’t really mind death (after all, it’s rather to be expected), and I’ve been able to accept its inevitability with all of my family members except my parents. It always seems that ANY time would be too soon. Plus, I feel like I’ve had to think about it more because my parents have always been older than most of my friends’ parents. As one friend pointed out today, she said, “I would have kids early, because if you wait too late… that’s so much less time that you get to spend together.” And I realized that could be true with my parents. They’re very healthy, but what mine are “first”?

I know that’s morbid; I’m leaving it there. Anyway, just more reasons for me not to have kids. All of my friends have these desires to be motherly, or to be pregnant, or something. I don’t really get it. One of my friends said it was weird that I didn’t want kids because I seemed so maternal. I can have a “motherly” role to my friends, or whoever needs me, but I don’t think I can have my own. And I can worship my friends’ from afar…

Which leads to my ultimate goal: to be the BEST godmother EVER. Well, second to mine. I think that’s because some of the most meaningful relationships in my life have been with aunt-like women or godmothers. I want to be that secondary figure in someone’s life, because everyone knows you don’t tell your parents everything anyway (well, I do… but most don’t). I want to be someone who can keep those secrets, instead of being the person the secrets are kept from. That’s such a lamentable role.

That’s my drone for the day. 

Oh, and here’s to my 100th post! my goodness. I feel like I should have something a little more uplifting for number 100… but, I’m not feeling very imaginative, so this is what you’re getting. Since… I don’t have (m)any readers anyway.

Title courtesy of Paul Simon, from his album Surprise. Listen to this song; it’s amazing, and something I hope my dad would say/sing to me, because it’s just like our relationship. mmm, I love my daddy!

Ok, I love BOTH my parents (because there’s always the chance they might read this…haha). Actually, that’s another reason I don’t want a kid: because I don’t think he/she would be as honest as I am, or communicative, or whatever, and (the worst part) that would fall on me, and it would be my fault somehow, because I don’t know anything about parenting, and I could never do as good a job as my parents did. (Insert “aww”

Thanks, M&D. I love you MORE!

Lucky. April 19, 2009

I had this moment of epiphany (among many, the other day) where I realized that this picture I had was of something very different than what I thought it was. 

It’s the picture I uploaded for the pic of this site– the peace sign one. That was painted on the side of a building in Laurel Canyon in Hollywood, where many many stars have lived and live now. 

It has been my desktop picture for some time now, so I’ve been looking at it for quite a while. And I always saw the white form on top of the peace sign as a white dove, which made sense since they’re the symbol of peace.

But the other day, while I was staring at my computer and shedding more tears over the dumb situation with my parents, I realized it was a hand holding the peace sign… and of course, in my weakened state my whole world came together at an apex at the moment I realized that and what it meant– we all hold peace in our hands, and when we don’t realize that, we keep “waiting for the world to change,” and nothing happens. 

I have fewer doubts now that peace WILL spread, as long as individuals take advantage of the power of peace that each holds in his hands. 

It’s not a joke that I believe in music so fully. It’s not just because I’m so at a loss for something else to believe in, it’s not just because I’m so lazy that all I do is listen to music anyway, so that might as well be what I have faith in. It’s not just because that’s what I grew up with instead of a religious background, so that’s all I know. All of those things may be true, but in my defense I will say that it’s not for lack of thought that I’ve come to the conclusion that music is the most real and most powerful thing we can believe in.

If I really wanted to go out on a limb, I would proclaim my belief that furthermore, the Beatles have everything one needs to live. Again, my ignorance is “at fault,” because I’m sure many people would say, “well, that’s because you haven’t heard ________.” I realize that the Beatles themselves aren’t the epitome of perfection (though they’re pretty damn close). I realize that they aren’t even very good musicians or musical geniuses, in comparison with people like Hendrix or Santana, or the classical greats like Bach or Tchaikovski. But personally, their music speaks to me more than anyone else I’ve ever heard. 

Anyway, can I hear an Amen?! I’m sure there are others out there that have felt music resonate with them more than any sermon or revelation. Maybe not. Can I hear a Nay from the others?

I’m Lucky I’m in love with [the Beatles]. Ironically, I haven’t listened to the Beatles at all today… Jason Mraz (who is also a musical god) has been my soundtrack so far. And yes, I do go some days without listening to the Beatles at all. Just like many people go many days without going to church. It doesn’t mean we’re without worship or recognition of the Greatness.

Geek in the [Black] April 19, 2009

… Because it’s the new pink. Title thanks to Jason Mraz.

So you know that game “would you rather”? It asks all kinds of silly questions like, “would you rather your mother didn’t shave her legs or that your father did?” or “would you rather be blind or deaf?”

Well… my dad shaved his legs for a long time. He was a triathlete.

And my mom mostly does not shave her legs.

So much for that question.

As for the other one… that’s always been simple too. If I had to make a choice, I would not hesitate to be blind. It all hinges on what I would be missing: To live without being able to listen to music would be a veritable hell, and I honestly don’t know how I would survive. 

Which would you rather?

Quartet for the End of Time April 18, 2009

Today was ironic because it was the date of the publication of the first-ever “Counter Point Journal,” which was created in obvious rebuttal to our formal school newspaper, and this week I designed almost three pages in our Cooper Point Journal.

Today was ironic because I’m writing this paper on faith, and I’m way behind. I figured out that I wanted to work in the idea of music, and that people can ultimately have faith in music. Then, I accidentally uncovered an email that my mom sent me months back that I’d never read, because it was a forward. But it was called “A Contemplation on Music,” and it was a welcome address given to freshmen at the Boston Conservatory by Karl Paulnack, who teaches there. It’s perfect–it has every tidbit I want and need for my paper. But it contains all the sentences I wish I could say. He recommends many classical pieces, one of which I’m listening to right now. It’s called “Quartet For The End Of Time,” by Olivier Messiaen. He was French and lived in the 1940s, when he was captured and sent to a German concentration camp. There, he wrote this piece, that was composed for four musicians– the four he found in the camp, including himself. It’s dark.

Today is ironic because, to couple with finding that paper in my email, I had one of the best classes ever. Our teachers brought in a panel of three other faculty members who could talk to us about faith. They spoke of their experiences and bared some parts of their pasts, which made them very vulnerable. Andrew, one of my seminar leaders, even said that he felt so uncomfortable with it that he wouldn’t have been able to talk like that at the beginning of the year. But now, he said, he trusts us more. I took that very personally, and was thrilled to hear that we were deserving of his stories.

That’s ironic, because I was very excited about my fantastic class time and all I wanted to do was tell my parents. And all I asked was that they be together so they could put me on speakerphone and we could all talk at the same time. But, my mother went to the lake AGAIN (which I don’t fault her for, really) which meant I couldn’t talk to them simultaneously. And I refuse to say everything twice! That always happens, and I hate it. It always sucks the second time and I leave things out and I’m not enthusiastic and it feels like a chore. If I was going to pick one to tell about my class, it would be my dad because he loves hearing that stuff, and he’s intellectual. Mom’s more “spiritual,” I guess (that’s a word that was discussed around faith in our class). But she would absolutely flip out if I only told dad or if I told dad first. And I don’t feel like rewarding their strange behavior that I don’t like with saying things twice or catering to them.

It’s not like they’re “separating,” and they’re certainly not getting a divorce. They’re not like that. And, ha, since my dad’s a divorce attorney, it’s pretty much out of the question. Anyway, nothing like that. But it bothers me that they spend so much time apart. I mean at times, it feels like they might as well be divorced for all the time they see each other. I always talk to each separately, and I always have to text the same things to both. And I KNOW that if I were to talk to someone about this, it would be that stupid talk all children get: “It’s not your fault in any way! Mommy and daddy love you very much, and you’re what holds them together!” 

Because that’s exactly what I’m afraid of! I’m not there anymore! It’s like there’s nothing holding them together! And it’s not all about me, but come on… I am the only only only only only child, in a family of seven including me, and everyone else lives an hour away from my parents. I can’t imagine what they DO when I’m gone. All my parents have is work, and the dogs. Maybe the dogs are what is holding them together.

OH MY GAH I wish I could call Shadow up right now and talk to him about this! Then life would be perfect. Actually, if I had a sibling right about now it would make me SUPER happy. Mom always said that the most solid thing that helped her get through her parents’ divorce was her brother. I don’t have one. What now?

After my class on faith, I just keep thinking there’s something I need to turn to, if only I knew what it was. It’s an awful feeling. I racked my brain trying to think of who to call, and all my options were excellent (Rita, Erin, and Caleb), but all I wanted to do was call my daddy. I talk to my parents about EVERYTHING. Usually, even though I hate it, I make the sacrifice to say everything twice because I just always talk to them. When there’s conflict or stress in my life, I almost always call my parents to unload. So it gets horrendous when I have conflict about them, because I’m not ready to speak directly to them yet (and, well, I CAN’T, because I most certainly don’t want to do THAT twice, so I have to wait for them to be in the same room anyway) and I don’t know what else to do but sit and cry. Which I’ve tried. 

I feel like I need to wean myself from them, but why? I mean, if (other than this hiccup) we have such a great relationship, why let that drop? I know people who go weeks without talking to their parents, and I don’t think I could do that. I think the longest I’ve gone is a week and a half. I feel so immature. And yet, I feel like there’s something else that I could reach out to to help balance things a bit, but I have no idea what it is. I’ll probably have some revelation where I realize it was God I was searching for all along, but I’m not ready for that yet. 

Right now I just want to listen to Beatles and find the comfort I know.

Sometimes I Don’t Get You April 14, 2009

It is now.

The time.

It is AFTER an absolutely amazing weekend that I spent at home with Erin and Caleb listening to barbershop despite a horrendous ear infection, going to Waiting for Godot, showing my parents my new tattoo, and seeing my dog.

It is AFTER a crazy week of falling behind with class and countless newspaper obligations.

It is AFTER my class went to see Jesus Christ Superstar. yikes.

It is AFTER a so-so weekend of sneaking into 2 movies so that we saw 3 for $7 in all, mediocre Vietnamese food, yet another newspaper meeting, a fun photoshoot with Haley, watching Dustin Hoffman movies (ahhh dreamy), and laundry.

It is AFTER the first night I put in my retainers for about a week (oops).

It is AFTER my class this morning where we studied Kant and Aristotle. Again. Instead of Othello.

It is AS my virgin hears are hearing Yo La Tengo. mmm.

It is AS I am procrastinating on reading Othello and doing research for the newspaper’s calendar.

It is AS I try to decide what to eat for lunch.

It is BEFORE I change into a skirt since it’s such a nice day out.

It is BEFORE my afternoon seminar, and BEFORE I check my mail.

It is BEFORE my next rehearsal with the Oly Chorus tonight.

It is BEFORE I mail my parking violation ticket that I got in Spokane and which was such a superb greeting as I got back to my car after having cried about leaving Erin and KIX. not.

It is BEFORE I read or hear Waiting for Godot again, because I’m getting as obsessed as my parents, who say the play 3 times in two weeks. Oh, and Happy Birthday, Samuel Beckett (yesterday).

It is BEFORE the next issue of the CPJ.

It is BEFORE I fill out an application for Petco, because that’s where I want to work this summer while at home.

It is BEFORE more and more decisions, and it is BEFORE I end up regretting them… or not.

Title courtesy of Yo La Tengo.

Wear Your Love Like Heaven March 2, 2009

As I’d anticipated, my class IS killing me this quarter. Luckily, that project we have to do is a little more enjoyable since my subject is my Godmother, Rita Wilde. I have to write a 10 to 20 page paper and do the project part. So I’m putting together a magazine-ish newsletter-ish thing, with a clip of one of her shows for the audio part, if I can. I’m really stoked about it, and I found Adobe Creative Suite 4 Design Premium at our campus bookstore for INSANELY cheap, so now I have Photoshop and InDesign and everything I need! 

Other than that… my class is running my life. Oh, except for the school paper, which is also running my life. We have meetings 3 days a week, not to mention production night. I spend at least as much time there as I do at class each week. And I get paid $14 a week. And for all my complaining, I’m looking at taking on another position! All my friends tell me to quit. But it’s what I want to do, and it’s good experience, and whether they like it or not I AM making more money than they are So maybe they’re just jealous… doubtful. 

I might get a tattoo next weekend. I know what design I want and my heart is set on that. I also know where I want it. And I don’t think I’d ever regret it, because it would be hidden most of the time (it would be just below my collarbone, and be about 3 inches tall; it’s a treble clef with a peace sign inside it) and it means a lot to me. I love music and I love peace, so I don’t think I could go wrong with that. But that doesn’t stop my brain from thinking “is it right?” Like, I’m waiting for the right moment or the right circumstance to get it (maybe when I’m in LA with my godmother), and that may never come. Or if it does, I could always just get another one. I like tattoos; if they’re tasteful and not too obvious, I think they can be gorgeous, and an awesome form of art. So I have nothing against it. And it’s not like anyone I know or anyone in my family would look at me with disgust or something. And I’d still be able to get a job, for heaven’s sake.

I want it, hands down. But then there’s the pain. Which I hear actually is not too bad. So that would be ok… I think. Blah, I just don’t know. 

The latest thing is that this girl I knew through Jazz Ensemble in high school recently texted me and asked if it was ok if she took one of my best friends to prom. I don’t want her to… but of course I can’t actually tell her that. And she said it came up because my friend told her I might get mad if she took him. I’m sure he was kidding… but one of my friends here thinks that he was using me as an excuse to get out of going with her. I’m totally fine with that. But… ok, here’s what I want:

1. To tell him that I’m fine with him going with her… but have it be pretty obvious to him that I would not be totally ok with it and that he shouldn’t go with her.

2. For him to be ok with using me as an excuse all he wants.

3. For her to think that I’m actually totally fine with him going with her.

4. For him to NOT go with her.

I feel so selfish. And obviously, 2 and 3 contradict each other, and I have absolutely no control over #4. So, the best I can do is go with #1… screw it if that makes me seem like a bitch to her. After all, by Idaho standards I AM a bitch. ha.

Anyway, I’m going to talk to him first, I think. That makes sense because he’s my first priority. We shall see.

In other areas of my life, hmmm…

I am having tons of fun making random playlists in iTunes. I use the weird categories to make cool mix CDs for my mom. She eats that stuff up, because she’ll go on road trips and then she has tons of music to listen to. I wish I could put the playlists on here… but I put so much hard work into them and don’t want them to get stolen! Haha, just kidding. I will put them up at some point. Some of them are genius, if I do say so myself. Especially if you knew my mom’s taste.

By the way, I just want to say… ALMOST 1000 HITS! That is fantastic, thanks everyone who looks at my page. I’m still working on getting an actual writing job so that I can put some interesting content on here (and make some money!).

(Title courtesy of Donovan. On an unrelated note, my car is named Donovan. And I’m getting my car after spring break!)

What I Want. January 13, 2009

This year (or, I should say, last year) I created my wish list right after the holiday my family celebrates known as Christmas to most other people. It didn’t make any sense, but i let myself go wild. The sky was the limit, and it was very liberating. I think I was only able to do it because of the money I got as gifts, which gave me a few new possibilities. 

I guess I got so into that idea that I forgot to make a New Year’s resolution. I hate those anyway, but they’re just kind of obligatory. So I decided that I need to become more assertive and notice when I really feel a certain way about something. I’ve been trying it and for the most part I don’t feel any different, so I’m a little concerned that I’m not “doing it right.” But even just keeping it in mind makes me feel a little more in control of myself, which I do really like. 

It feels nice to be liked by other people, but mostly I like to love myself. Which happens rarely… hence my resolution. Anyway, lately I’ve felt really liked, and luckily I’m able to say that I like all the people who like me! That can be rare, I hear. I was recently approached by a couple friends who want me to live with them this summer and next year, and the arrangement sounds fantastic. But I’ve also talked a ton with one of my friends about living with her next year. And I have another friend I want to live with as well. Those two friends don’t get along very well, or at least they wouldn’t if they were living together, and I can’t make a decision between the three. Plus, my parents have expressed their desire for me to live on campus next year, which is the last thing I want to do. I realize it’s an experience everyone has to have, but I am sooo over it. So it’s a hard decision.

Things that have been on my mind…

I would kill to go to the inauguration. oh my gawd. I was looking up ticket prices and they’re outrageous, but I would do anything to be able to go. The musician lineup is incredible too. And then there’s Barack…

My class is going to kill me this quarter. We have a huge quarter long project where we study a character, and I want to do mine on my godmother, but I don’t know if she’s be down for it, and I haven’t talked to her about it. And she’s the only person I’ve really been excited about interviewing and stuff.

What else…

Aristotle simply can suck it. argh.

But on a better note… tomorrow is Tuesday, and I sing then : )