sometimes i forget just how fucking pretty it was there

in another life: i came home, learned their tongue, and returned to live a life of honest labor and peace

so my computer may again be dead.  when i try to power it up, the power light turns on and the processor light turns on and it makes all of the normal start up noises, but then it stops.  The processor light stops cold and it appears that my computer is failing the hardware check somewhere very early in the game.

I have this feeling that my hard drive may have kicked the bucket, but the monitor isn't turning on to run any sort of diagnostic.  The dell guy is convinced that my problem is with the video card and ergo, the motherboard, but i think that is just a symptom of an underlying condition, but I don't know shit about hardware so who knows.

i'm still under warranty so they're going to send out a technician to rip the beast apart and give me a new video card and motherboard to see if we can't fix it or at least get some more diagnostically relevant info.  man, this is not a good time to have the computer go down.  at least i only lost one paper...

so this semester is going both well and poorly.

the semester is by far the lightest load i've had since i started at this four year academy, but it is serving only to highlight my inability to deal with stress.  Seemingly small assignments bring me to my knees with a tormenting anxiety that makes it hard to even leave my bed.  I worry, sweat and fester over an assignment that i'm attempting to smother so hard with a veil of ignorance that i haven't even read what is being asked of me.  Very often i sit down at 3am (i stressed myself out of sleeping and then poured my attention into everything but the assignment), finally look at the assignment, and am able to complete it in less than an hour.  Every once and awhile though, there is/has been something dreadful enough to warrant this fear.  Maybe it happened a long time ago. Maybe i'm not sucking it up hard enough...

its nice being out of my parents house but economics are a growing issue.  i'm mowing my parents' lawn for cash which would be enough to suppliment my food expenses, but there may be some issues with some scholarships that i anticipated which could leave me in debt or moving back home. nothing will be confirmed until my bursars office visit today.

the infoshop opens in two weeks and it will be on 6th street (i don't know the exact address). Everyone should come out some time and check out what will be done with the place and little events that will be going on.  The Space will be making a grand return in December and i'm looking at two special someones to kick it off right...

all in all i am doing far better than i was last year and i am determined to keep up that trend

oh and i miss you guys. it was good seeing josh the other day, but i need to start seeing the rest of you home bodies too...

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can we all just enjoy the fact that if kurdt cobain were alive today, he'd be 42.

if dylan had died at his age, he would have just put out 'all along the watchtower' and wouldn't have made it to his later excellence of declaring that he, indeed, 'was the sixties'.

i don't know if that makes us old now, but damn

"On Campus Assaults UPDATE                                       September 9, 2009
 
Towson University Police Department                                                    410-704-2133
 
UPDATED SUSPECT INFORMATION
 
Additional suspect information has been developed in the September 8th assault at Parking Lot # 12. 
 
3 suspects exited a dark colored 4-door sedan and approached the victim.  Suspects # 1 and #2 physically assaulted the victim, while suspect # 3 made threatening gestures. 
SUSPECT # 1:  Black Male, believed to be 5’ 10” or taller in height, medium build, short dark hair, wearing a white or light colored T-Shirt, blue jeans.
SUSPECT # 2: Black Male, believed to be 5’ 10” or taller in height, medium build, short dark hair, wearing a white or light colored T-Shirt, blue jeans.
SUSPECT # 3:  Black Male, believed to be 5’ 10” or taller in height, medium build, Shoulder Length Dreadlocks, wearing a white or light colored T-Shirt, dark jeans and white or light colored sneakers.
VEHICLE DESCRIPTION:
Dark Colored 4-Door Sedan; possibly a Green, Blue or Black Honda or Ford Taurus."

Now try to catch those clearly identifiable individuals.

1. OutKast
"B.O.B."
[LaFace/Arista; 2000]

So you've spent the past five days clicking through pages of this countdown only to find out that the best single of the 2000s was released just 10 months into the decade. (To the ensuing nine or so years of music: thanks for showing up.) And that it's the very same song that topped Pitchfork's Best Songs of 2000-2004 list from five years ago. Now you know how your parents feel when they tune into a long-weekend classic-rock radio countdown for the inevitable valedictory spin of "Stairway to Heaven".

But really, do we have any other choice? "B.O.B." is not just the song of the decade-- it is the decade. Appropriately, the contemporary hip-hop act most in tune with the Afro-Futurist philosophies of Sun Ra, George Clinton, and Afrika Bambaataa, wound up effectively crafting a fast-forwarded highlight-reel prophecy of what the next 10 years held in store. The title-- aka "Bombs Over Baghdad", a phrase that sounded oddly anachronistic in 2000, sadly ubiquitous two and a half years later-- is only the start of it. In "B.O.B"'s booty-bass blitzkrieg, we hear an obliteration of the boundaries separating hip-hop, metal, and electro, setting the stage for a decade of dance/rock crossovers. We hear a bloodthirsty gospel choir inaugurating a presidential administration of warmongering evangelicals. We hear André 3000 and Big Boi fire off a synapse-bursting stream of ripped-from-the-headlines buzzwords ("Cure for cancer/ Cure for AIDS"), personal anecdotes ("Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo") and product placements ("Yo quiero Taco Bell") that read like the world's first Twitter feed. We hear four minutes of utter fucking chaos yielding to a joyously optimistic denouement (a point reinforced by the Stankonia cover's re-imagination of the American flag, which anticipates a White House set to be painted black).

Of course, there is a downside of being ahead of your time-- upon its release, "B.O.B." didn't even dent the Billboard Hot 100, and merely peaked at No. 69 on the Hip-Hop/R&B Chart. But unlike OutKast's subsequent number one singles ("Ms. Jackson" and "Hey Ya") "B.O.B." is too disorienting and exhausting an experience to ever succumb to over-saturation, and its majesty has never been diminished by ironic cover versions from cred-hungry rock bands. Because even after a decade that's seen the act of copying music become as easy as a mouse-click, and the process of performing simplified for toy video-game guitars, the future-shocked ferocity "B.O.B." is something that just cannot be duplicated. --Stuart Berman

so we're finding a way to sneak it by; we're going to try to get the car tomorrow. wish me luck

I don't think that any of us really know what we want.

( Slough )