Archive for August, 2004

leave your conscience at the tone

Tuesday, August 31st, 2004

It’s been another couple of interesting weeks. For the past couple of days I’ve been hanging around the parent’s house, mowin’ some lawn, doin’ some work for my mom–but generally just trying to relax a bit. This is in spite of my insisting that I was going to start reading and researching for my capstone. [...] Read more »

and the papers want to know whose shirt you wear?

Monday, August 23rd, 2004

Where to begin?I know: The poll and comments are now working–I can’t explain or figure out why things just changed but with the help of Derek everything is in working order… for now.
On to the meat and potatos:
I’ve now applied for my official state license to be a teacher. How wrong is that? I know [...] Read more »

My head can’t tolerate this bobbing and pretending

Saturday, August 14th, 2004

I guess I’m on a TMBG kick… not too bad if I say so my self. This update is going to be one part complaining one part explaining.Complaint:
Either the U of O Bookstore or Dell are operating on two different calendars or at least they have their reality set to different speeds. First, my computer [...] Read more »

so the room must listen to me filibuster vigilantly

Thursday, August 12th, 2004

…and thus ends another day at the ballpark with Pratt. Got up mighty early for a day game and headed off for the emerald city. We ended up meeting Miller and his two pals from back east. I think that it was a bad omen when you walk into a stadium with thousands of people [...] Read more »

Oh well a touch of gray kind of suits you anyway

Tuesday, August 10th, 2004

Well–all things are now said and done, I’m fine leaving them that way. This past weekend was one heck of a trial, but even with the bad snuck in some good. We’ll see where and to who this leads. Still decompressing. anyway. Read more »

You’ve got bills to feed and mouths to pay

Monday, August 2nd, 2004

What a horrible night of sleep. I am starting to believe the no one has creepier dreams than myself. The night started off with a dream infested (literally) with millions of bugs. These bugs looked like blood laden ticks and they were swarming every where. My least favorite was when I was drinking my milk [...] Read more »