The more I think about it, the more times I go back and forth to South Bend and Chicago, and the more friends I make, I realize that its the people that are important to me and define my life to an extent. Without those valued relationships (and the value I feel I have to them) I think I would feel worthless.

I want my headstone to say:

"It is those who visit this place that give true meaning to the life that once was."


Or something like that.

why do we look for ourselves in pictures? have you ever really thought about it? you dont even necessarily look to see what you were wearing or whether you looked good, its an uncontrollable habit to search a new photo for your own face. and what do you do when you find yourself? nothing really. nothing. oh, there i am. what would it be like if your eyes were in your fingers for example, all other parts of you remaining the same- you could see yourself from yourself, what would it be like? would it be any different than now, being able to see your arms and legs- maybe your new sense of contiguous self would reside in your hand instead of your head- or maybe not, if all other senses- smell, hearing, taste, were still located in your head...

I'm done with being gouged for shipping. Being told $20 shipping is getting me the best method on eBay, and finding out a week later that it cost $5.99 for Ground shipping. Companies are doing it too now. You're telling me it costs $25.99 to ship a scanner to me? I could pay someone less than that to personallly deliver it to me, and that includes today's price of gas. This is ridiculous.

......and more importantly, WHY? Do I get to a point in my life (as if college wasn't already it) where everything else is downhill from there, and I hold on to all I had in remembrance of a better time?

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What is it that causes, and when is it that it happens, that we (or for example our parents) firmly take a hold of a given set of cultural norms, a given set of music interests, and a general state of society in general to the point that anything occurring afterwards is foreign, wrong, weird, messed up, "not the way it used to be", and all the result of "those damn kids and their rock music?" I don't feel like I have reached the point that I can no longer assimilate new bands, new trends, new technology- when am I going to become the stodgy old man who complains about trends (more so than I do already), refuses to accept new music, and won't embrace the technological advances of the day?

There is no greater or simpler testament to the helpless infants that people have become suckling on the nipple of modern technology than the crowds of lemmings I see every day standing at the edge of a carless street waiting for the black box to show them the white walking man so they can cross the street. Am I really getting a strange look for CROSSING this deserted street in the face of the orange hand? Are these entries a bit too sarcastic or biting?

Has anyone come out with it yet (and is it too politically incorrect to say) that it was only a matter of time before something happened to New Orleans? Anyone who lived there was knowingly in harms way, and anyone who had the means to move away, or didn't grow up there, or moved there of their own free will, was making the choice to live at the base of Mt. Vesuvius. This doesnt have anything to do with feeling sorry for the devastation down there, but the fact is, at this point not a single dollar should be spent towards rebuilding a city in the yearly path of strong hurricanes located between three bodies of water and 10 feet below sea level. That's my two cynical but I think quite realistic cents on the subject.