Too long have we tried to extend our glorious empire out to the stars, only to be driven back

I turned in my sip's rough draft today. Anyone who is interested in reading it can access it here (in rich text format): "Technique, Autonomy, and the Internet"

They eat light so they can fly

Its sip week. That means that I don't have time to write anything here. But here's a rather interesting story, about the myths that homeless children create.

Let's move to the country

"let's start a
let's have a..."
(all props to Zack, yo dawg, that style is tight)

Like some kind of unwanted hero, of a cowboy

I met Mike Roy when I was a little kid, because his family went to the same church as my family and my grandfather, Wallace Memorial up near Washington. Then I forgot Mike Roy. One day Mike Roy came and slept in my room because his girlfriend was roommates with my roommate's sister. I didn't really recognize Mike Roy but he looked funny to me so I stared for a minute and he said he recognized me and I told him I was Bob Bain's grandson and then he remembered me and I remembered him because his family is all red-headed and they all have the same mouth, which really stretches in this funny way when he sings.

Mike Roy just finished recording his new album. If you haven't heard the first one, you've really missed out. You can download both albums from his website, if you are so inclined. I recommend Unwanted Hero Cowboy or She's Gone from the debut album, while Bird and Baltimore are two of the better selections from the newer album. Josiah and Ryan, you are two people who should be paying particular attention, I think you might like him.

Give up; the war is won, the bomb is dropped

I recently read that music and myth are machines which move time; the author meant this only half seriously, but I know he's right. I just brought my little Zip disk up to the computer lab in order to put all my papers from the past three years onto it so that I'd still have them when I leave school in December. All that it had on it was a handful of songs, some live Sebadoh, an emo song (I'm asking for it, aren't I?), and a couple of songs by the rather mediocre band Creeper Lagoon (though the songs all date to their promising-EP-period rather than their disappointing-LP-period). This is an odd period of time to be brought back to; I haven't listened to any of the songs on here since the end of my freshman year.

How I've changed. Jess was a fleeting impression of converse in the mailroom, a glimpse of a red track jacket on the steps near Carter. I thought all philosophy majors were arrogant (perhaps I was right, but its a personal issue now, not an abstract complaint), and that my calling in life was youth ministry -- how many kids straight out of high school youth groups fall into that one? None of the four other Covenanteers I worked in the Ridgeland Student Venture with that semester are even considering youth work anymore, as far as I know. I don't even think any of them completed the youth ministry minor. Ridgeland Student Venture doesn't exist anymore, for that matter. I do, however, still love the Mystery Science Theater episode with Trumpy just as much as I did the first time I saw it that semester (and the second, and the third, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth viewings which took place over the summer) -- I think its called Pod People, and I highly recommend it.

Creed were the absolutely awful rock of choice then; now, we're assaulted everywhere we go by the horrid sounds of Evanescence and that 'beautiful' voice (sounds like the pure, distilled essence of corporate rock banality to me, but that could be just me).

Sebadoh were never very good live, anyways, though "Tree" didn't come out so badly.

The conflation of malaysian koro with chinese suo yang.

Sullivan keeps us updated on the deadly epidemic of surrealism. This gets more interesting every day.

In other surrealist news, the movie I most want to see right now is Northfork. Its about a little town that floods. They say its good. It has angels, floods, beautiful cinematography, emotional depth, and Montana; what more could we want? Nothing, except perhaps Mormon polygamists hoping to wait out the flood in an exact replica of Noah's ark. If you're not excited, go look at explodingdog until you're in the mood, then come back and let me know how it was for you.

As Al-Quds Reports

Mass hysteria swept the capital city of Khartoum. Feels like a good opening line for a surrealist parable about the meaning of life and the best kinds of meats...