deusexmachina

I'm basically taking the test to get my learner's permit, but I will have done all of the ground classroom stuff. I still have about 50 hours of actual flying before I get my license.

Check here for info on pilots in wheelchairs.

Sorry to hear about the migranes. I get a tiny headache now and then and think the world's going to end. I'm looking forward to seeing more of your pics. What does the monster cassette mean? I feel I should know but am terminally unhip for not.

I'm jealous of your productivity. I've got a big trade show coming up, and lots to do in preparation, and nothing moves quickly enough, and it seems I'm never productive enough. (It'll be fine.) You, on the other hand, are flying high and strait towards light at the end of the tunnel. I'm glad to read it.

hey man, I saw your group and wanted to join. Been in a wheelchair since 91.

Heady days, dude. Congratulations. It's been a long haul. Have you had summer internships that will provide an in somewhere?

And yes, it would be nice to have some souvenirs of people who have been important to us here. I miss Flux and her mental gymnastics -- I'm curious about how things are going in her zany world. AnnaLee is back, and she has more than a few brain cells. Things are still interesting.

Hang tough, and ace the finals.

What's the word? You've been AWOL. Hope you're well.

Saw you in Cafe Bianco having lunch today, but you seemed deep in conversation.

Don't dream of The Road, that's bad. Dream of much more cheesy, adventurous post-apocalyptic scenarios, like say, Gamma World.

YEs... there is another reception on Friday, March 6

It wasn't so much for your benefit as the innocent bystander's.

here's one i have been working on...

Proud Plastic Days
The Smell of smoke and char
The carbon acrid stench,
The reek of squandered passion

She cupped the flame
Guarding against the wind and lit the candle.
Who knows what comes next? she said.

The moon peeked in the window
Jealous that her light wasnt enough.

My father liked whiskey
Drunk hot and raw, and smelling of sawdust
He would butcher pigs, with 3 or 4 shots in him
And then cry all night after.

Tomorrow trips and scrapes her knees on our fear.
That mob of yesterdays screaming for her blood
Wanting.

I look out into the city
And see rooftops and ash plumed chimneys.
We dream our little dreams within.
Cursing each unfocused hunger.

1) I would say definitely a calendar, but i don't really think that would help--but the high level of snarkiness does appeal to me.

2) There were belly dancers! Real ones, none of this Shakira bullshit.

3) I would have to bludgeon you repeatedly for taking a trophy wife (number of times inversely proportional to how hot she is).

4) Maybe we can combine the making out with the helmet cam blog.

Facts: You are going to shows and dating while simultaneously in law school.

Conclusion: you have the superpower Bi-Location.

a) its not a fixie
b) Im wearing a helmet
and c) I just finished a 60 mile ride with my dad.

so, think what you want, biatch!

Nobody ever shows up until something is due tomorrow. Or was due, yesterday.