"You sound to me as though you don't believe in free will," said Billy Pilgrim. "If I hadn't spent so much time studying Earthlings," said the Tralfamadorian, "I wouldn't have any idea what was meant by free will. I've visited 31 inhabited planets in the universe...Only on Earth is there any talk of free will." -- K. Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

Tuesday, June 28, 2005


So, I'm looking for an apartment. For some reason, this has begun to take over my life. I keep telling myself to chill out - it's not like I'm homeless or am about to get kicked out of another place. I really have as much time as I need, but I've become obsessive over Craig's List. I'm in a semi-constant state of thinking "must look at Craig's - what if someone is renting my dream apartment right now." Maybe it's because I'm only working part-time, and thus have plenty of time to obsess over listings and imagine future living spaces. It feels really transitional to not have a place where all my things are. My belongings are scattered all over the Twin Cities, which makes for equal parts variety and confusion. My displaced life should only last through the summer, my last chance at a transient life before I transition into academia.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Back in Los Angeles

Okay, Los Angeles is not as bad as I always claim it is. Really. I know I give it a hard time constantly -- that those years of commuting traffic are constantly embedded in my brain. But it is nice to be amongst the palm trees, next to the sea, and driving up and down all those weird streets lined with people, cars, houses, restaurants, and of course, celebrities. The Dodgers took two out of three from the Twins this weekend, but I guess I can find a way to forgive LA this time around. It's really nice to see all my friends -- good people are always worth the bad traffic. Case solved.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Friday Notes

1. Seems like I only choose to dress up on casual Friday.

2. When Friday afternoon traffic is so bad I am about to park the car on the side of the road and start walking, the only thing that can make me not start crying is when the radio randomly plays Weezer's Say it Ain't So.