oops

I think it would be easier for my littlest toenail to fall off than for it to continue living.

Mascot

Spitzer Courtyard has acquired a new friend somehow.



He's been around for at least a week now, and he hangs out between the two south buildings or in the walkway between the two courtyards most of the time. If I crouch down to let him come up to me, he stops, looks at me, thinks about coming closer, then runs away. Makes me think he's had a somewhat rough life at home.

This morning, there was a construction worker sitting on the steps sharing his breakfast with the dog. I wish I had my camera at that point.

Diversity

So it was Friday night and I was walking into Stewart Center. A middle aged man comes up to me and says, "Hey, maybe you can help me out." I ask him, "What can I do?"

"This is Purdue, right?"

I think to myself, "He's kidding, right?"

But he continues, "Purdue is one of these places that tried to embrace diversity, is it not? They try to get all sorts of people here. Well, I just can't but notice something. I was walking down the street there and I see a group of fifteen Chinese guys all talking to each other. Yesterday I saw this black culture thing where you can only go if you're black, and over here we have this group of middle eastern guys bonding with each other. How's that for diverse?"

"Interesting point."

"Well, it doesn't really matter. Just something I've noticed. Diversity is a dream."

He then opens the door to Stewart Center for me.



Something I didn't notice at the time was that he, a white male, picked out another white male (me) to share his observations with. Probably just a coincidence.

Betsy's Christening

Just to clarify...
Events beyond my control have dictated that my new bike's name is Betsy.

So my legs are kinda sore and my bike is pretty dirty. And I think I commited a faux pas by talking in public about picking scabs. But it was cool.



This is where my brake used to be. Note how it's covered in mud.



This is where my front derailleur used to be. Note how it's covered in mud.



Now I'm sure not to idolize this bike.

Psalm 27

...is an awesome Psalm.

I won't add or take away, but just leave it at that.



I would have posted this much earlier this past week, but I had no time to Blog.

Love

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can love

The shortest hair yet

For a long time, I thought of scissors similarly to how I think of political parties. Each blade of a pair of scissors is a perfect compliment to the other. They're mostly symmetrical, but at the same time opposite so that they fit together in all the right places. Similarly, Democrats and Republicans are the perfect compliments to each other. Don't believe me? Read some of what Al Franken or Ann Coulter have to say. Take them with a grain of salt, lest you should lose faith in American politics altoghether, please.

SIDE NOTE: I wonder what would happen if Al Franken and Ann Coulter had a baby...

Anyway!

Another profound similarity between political parties and the blades of scissors have this dichotomous relationship which tends to divide things in two. Throughout most of my high school career, I had a profound fear of both politics and scissors. The fear of politics hasn't relented. I've learned to accept scissors, though.

I've learned to accept scissors so much that I'll even get my hair cut in the room of Josh Johnson in Cary Quad. You may infer from this that whoever ends up cutting my hair probably isn't trained. Your inference would be correct.

Judging from the pictures, my hair looked pretty scary for a while. Some of the other pictures were pretty scary in and of themselves. But it all turned out cool in the end.

Pimp My Bike

These people are true artisans. Look at the finesse they employ in their craftsmanship!



Thanks MTV for pimping my bike!

Good times

All the skid marks you see in this picture are the result of me playing around on my bike. Well, it's not really my bike, but my brother's bike.

country carwash

I wasn't having the greatest day Monday. Then at work I walked out to a parking lot looking for cars only to find out there are no cars, but Rory was coming by and he picked me up in a van to drive me back to the car wash. I cranked up some country music in the van and it annoyed Rory greatly. My day was better after that.

Today started off somewhat bad, too. Then I remembered how I cranked up some country music and annoyed Rory. Then my day got better.