Month: March 2001

Here’s a shot of me presenting a trophy to my alma mater, H—town High School, this past November. These drum major uniforms weren’t around while I went to school there.

My apartment lease runs out at the end of April, and I will be moving out. Is anyone out there looking for a roommate? I could use one. I could also use a new place to live, if you have one of those, too. Somewhere between Lawrenceville and Bergenfield would be best. Also, it would have to be something fairly inexpensive. I am not a fan of searching for apartments.

On a completely unrelated note, I’ve added a search box to my journal (over there on the right). It only works for entries since my last redesign. Also, stick your email address in the box above the search form to be added to my website update notification list. I don’t write to it often, but it’s something you do not want to miss out on.

Yesterday was the vernal equinox. How will you remember the first day of spring in the year 2001? Answer by adding a comment…

They say you should always know your audience. I realize that this website has an audience much larger than my small group of friends. I know that students I have taught or worked with in some form or another read this site. I know my co-workers visit once in a while. I know that some day, maybe a potential employer will decide to check my references and might find this website. For those reasons, I do not write about everything I think about. In fact, you could say that I almost censor myself very slightly. When people respond publicly to what I write, unfortunately sometimes they don’t realize they can easily make themselves look unintelligent, and bring me down in the process.

When I ran a dial-up bulletin board system in high school, it was similar. Everything everyone posted was a reflection on both their own person and myself. I did a pretty good job of maintaining the level of maturity — in fact the “regulars” liked my system since it was free of all the pettiness and immaturity of the other BBS’s around.

These days, there is even less of a separation between the “online” world and the “real” world. Web sites are more public than dial-up BBS’s. You don’t have to be “a member” to read the messages. We don’t use “handles;” for the most part everyone knows us by our real names. I like having fun, just I don’t want to deal with immature comments. It reflects poorly on everyone. Many readers won’t know what I’m talking about, since I have deleted the offending post and the associated comments. I could have just deleted the offending comments from the posts and pretend they were never there, but I really wanted to say this. Thanks for reading.

By the way, I saw the movie 15 Minutes earlier tonight with Becca. It was the first time I’d been to a movie theater in a long time. It had a lot to say about media, especially television. We all know the message already though.

a single brown banana

spend your days down on the floor

Last night, while driving home from dinner at my father’s house, I heard the New York Philharmonic on the radio, premiering Cello Concerto #2 (Through The Ancient Valley) by Richard Danielpour, with Yo-Yo-Ma performing. I was really impressed by the piece. However, it’s not out on CD yet, because it was a world premier, and technology isn’t that quick yet. If you want to hear Danielpour’s first cello concerto, which I am interested in doing, you can get this CD.

David Byrne, one of the most talented songwriters I know of, is set to release a new album in a few months. After his last album, Feelings, was released, I listened to it constantly for at least a week, and I’m still not sick of it.

It’s really nice outside today. Unfortunately it’s Friday so I won’t be outside playing frisbee to enjoy it. Maybe if tomorrow is just as nice, I’ll get a chance to grab someone and play a little.

Also, Ali has been trying to get an a cappella group together for a while now. Tonight was to be our first meeting to discuss what we want to do, but unfortunately she had to cancel. Now I’m plan-less for a Friday night.

So I’m doing a little reading, and it comes to my attention that the reggae mastermind behind It Wasn’t Me, Shaggy, is the same recording artist that created the song Oh Carolina. Oh Carolina was a sort of cult hit my junior year in high school on our trip to England. They played it in all the dance clubs, and all the annoying people on the bus sang what they thought were the lyrics for the rest of the trip… not that I have any pent-up anger or bitterness or anything.

It’s time to pull out all the stops and express your creativity on the largest scale possible. You could touch the lives of many people around you and increase your own financial standing at the same time. Your first thoughts need to be for the welfare of all concerned. What you do on the surface of your life is only a small part of your personality.

That’s my horoscope for Thursday. It seems kind of deeper than usual. I’m currently reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being, and maybe that has something to do with it, somehow. My favorite line of the book so far: Why take pictures of cactuses? Well, it might not make sense here, but it makes sense within the context of the book.