There’s so much stuff here to move. I don’t know where to begin. B is cutting up people today. She’s going to be ripping a hairy ovary out of some poor unsuspecting person. Yep, apparently there is some type of cancer where the cells don’t know what they are and start making stuff up. They can grow into teeth or hair or any number of other wierd “things I’d rather not be attached to my ovary”.

Of course the big question is, does the hair color “in there” correspond to the hair color “down there”. I guess it’s one way to find out if someone is a natural blond or not.

In other news, I like car’s with AC.

Nothing to see here, move along folks.

I have been completely off the radar recently for a few reasons.

1. I am moving to a wonderful new apartment!
2. My Internet connection has been cut because I am no longer living on Acklen. I have no Internet.
3. My phone has decided that it does not want to charge anymore, so I have no phone

So I am looking for an old tdma phone that I can use, but it looks like I am failing to do so. If you have an old Nokia phone you can donate to the “I need a phone” fund, please don’t call me, but do email me. I’m probably going to have no way to contact the world.

I’m going this Wed. to help Barbara move her stuff back to Dallas, so I’ll be out of range then too. I’m not sure how I feel about this not being connected stuff. It’s not fun.

As for the new place, when I get it in shape, I’ll have some pictures and look out for a housewarming party coming up in September.

It’s been a while since I updated with the dog du jour. Too much time spent working on posters and papers to keep up with the dogs, their names, and their pictures.

Have you ever wanted to try something totally new or different, but can’t bring yourself to take steps toward it. Am I the only one who feels too self-conscious to begin? Call it fear, pride, or foolishness (I call it all three), but every time I think about trying to create something that might be thought of as “artistic” like painting, writing, poetry, creating music, etc. I feel nervous.

Ever since I returned to academia, I have started to notice myself gravitating towards the liberal arts. What at one point in my life I would have considered useless, (after all, what **can** you do with an english/philosophy degree) but now consider fascinating. It’s not that I am unhappy with engineering, but rather that my eyes are slowly opening to a whole world that I could not see before.

Music and art… Does everyone get these feelings from time to time? Do music and visual artists question their own work? Do they get nervous about showing it to people? Do they get that little voice in their head that tells them to quit, it’s already been done and by someone much more talented. I guess I should just start. Try to create something, whatever it is, no matter how bad I think it is. Post it up here and get criticism. I guess thats how this game works, but it still scares me.

I’ll think about it… Even as we speak, I had planned to make this post much more elaborate, but I am feeling the pangs of copping out. And so it goes…

Yesterday, (Sunday, June 13) I got up early to go get traditional chinese buffet with the usual suspects. Christy was heading out of town and this was the impetuous for getting up and going. The food was not bad, but not great. I have had much better food there in the past, but something about yesterdays food was off. At one point, Christy’s friend Luda tried some tripe and said that she did not care for it because it tasted too much like fat. Being surrounded by vegetarians and such, the general consensus was that “organs” do not make good food. No biggie, I’m used to being different, but it did make me strongly miss the so called “Pork Viscera hot-pot” that I would eat one or two times a week at the Mandarin house in Austin. For those who do not know, the “Pork viscera hot-pot” is an excellent chinese dish that is made with a gelatinized pigs blood cubes and pig intestines as well as various vegetables, all in a spicy broth served in a small cauldron with a flame under it to maintain its boiling temperature. I don’t love the pigs blood, though it does taste pretty good in the context of the hotpot, but I love the intestine in all of its fatty tasting glory. It is one of my favorite chinese dishes along with crab egg tofu, but I’ll save a description of that for another post.

That was a huge digression. Back to the topic at hand. After finishing lunch, Sarah and Jacob went to see [saved](http://www.savedmovie.com/) which looks hilarious, but I already had plans to meet up with Jeff to go to the lake. We headed out and met up with my roommate who picked us up on his boat. At some point I foolishly jumped into the water without thinking and… lost my glasses in the water. I felt them slide from my face, I immediately grabbed for them and felt them slip from my fingertips on their short trip down to 15 feet under, lost forever. This was a really woody killer, and I was less than a happy knowing that I had just thrown away my $250 DKNY glasses because I’m a fool. So I sit here now, my eyes burning from the 5 month old pair of disposable contacts that I’m going to have to put up with till I can replace my glasses. Waiting to find out how much its going to cost me to have the car fixed. Angry at myself for being such a damn fool. But this is life, so I’m told.