you're still young, that's your fault

it's moving day.
and this is how bad i don't wanna: momentarily breaking the update silence.

in lieu of recent political developments, it's easy for americans (myself included) to forget about the big picture. bob hertbert reminds us.

on a similar note, i've been taking a human rights class this summer, and had the opportunity to hear a rwandan professor of international law from the university of kigali and a professor from the university of iowa who survived the kamer rouge killing fields (forced into child labor at age 6) share their knowledge and experiences. more perspective.

now that i'm hooked up with a job, i've had the opportunity to get to know some of my wonderful coworkers a little. check out sandra's band, the bellyachers.

the beck show was a good idea. as per above, i am rolling in the money and can afford expenditures like concerts, a maid service, and blockbuster/elephant pharmacy/hollywood video fines. ahem.

oh so i finally saw pulp fiction (coincidentally a good description for what this entry has degenerated into). i would like to go on the record and be man enough to admit that i was wrong for being hesitant all those years: the movie kicked ass. (the soundtrack?!) so as the last person on earth to love this movie who wasn't born later than yesterday, i announce my fanhood. ship. dome. ehhh...

i'm going to be in LA on the weekend of august 6/7. if you're around, let me know. here i should say that you can't call me because my wallet/phone were stolen in an unfortunate incident during an otherwise enjoyable evening at an oakland house party. so call my apartme...

actually i'm moving, so in 2 days i'll be completely unavailable to phone calls of any kind.

ok.

i should actually go move now.

-cait





P.S.
which 103 seminar should i take?