According to this quiz, I should have been a psychology major. I don’t think the quiz asked the right questions (nothing about music!), or enough questions in any case. I did have a psychology minor for a semester or two, until I had to take a statistics class I had no time for.
You scored as Psychology. You should be a Psychology major!
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Interesting things happening in a New York City elite high school… perhaps. Seems like it’s a big feature made out of a relatively small clique.
The plans for my thirtieth birthday have been finalized, and they involve food and comedy. It’s a little late this year, since I’ll be in Florida during the weekend of my birthday, but on March 25, I’ll be celebrating in style at Old Man Rafferty’s for dinner and dessert and The Stress Factory to see Kevin Pollack.
Thanks to Amy for making all the arrangements. Let us know if you haven’t received the evite but would like to come. (I can leave this an open invitation on this website because my lack of posting here has resulted in having very, very few readers, from what I can tell.)
It’s been a while since I’ve seen some good live comedy.
This spring, Doctor Who lands in America (thanks to the SciFi channel). This might mean I’ll have to get digital cable again.
When you wake up in the morning and have that groggy disposition, you’re no better than drunk. “That befuddled feeling usually lasts for at least a few minutes but may be detectable for up to two hours.” Apparently, I’m a drunk driver every morning.
“There is evidence that the cortical areas of the brain thought to be responsible for problem-solving, complex thought and emotions take longer to wake up than other parts of the brain.”
This photograph is really disturbing, and yet I cannot look away. Why allow only myself to suffer when I can distrurb my readers as well?
Is this Mozart’s skull? Your guess is good as mine… or as good as the experts’.
It occured to me today that I actually have things to write about here. Perhaps I should begin doing so. I’ll try to stay away from the typical complaining about work. I’m not a complainer, I don’t really like complaining.
Once upon a time I wrote about work on another blog with my real name — actually this blog, which has been moved from that original spot. My coworkers discovered it, which itself was not the problem. They wanted me to write about them. So, that’s when I founded fiveandtwenty.com, a more or less anonymous place.
“Fiveandtwenty” refers pretty obviously to my birthday that was around that time. It’s scary to think that I’m now approaching number 30. Thinking back in the last five years, so much in my life has changed, but yet, so little.
I don’t want to think back, though. I’ve done enough of that. Besides, “so much but so little” sounds like an empty thought. I’ve been thinking forward for some time now, but I’m still not clear on what my path should be. I have mixed feelings about my musical background. I still think it’s quite special to have the interesting background I’ve had, but it’s hard to listen to good music without thinking about the pure musical (musician-y) aspects of the music. It tends to obscure the enjoyment.
My mother has promised me that when she wins the lottery, she’ll start a music education foundation and place me as the CEO. I don’t think she plays the lottery, so that seems like a thought for another lifetime. Until that other lifetime, I’ll just have to figure something else out.
Happy 2006, everyone! 2005 was mildly successful; that is to say, I’m still alive. Not all of my goals for 2005 were achieved. Approaching 30 in two months, I’m starting to feel old. I’d like to get certain aspects of my life underway, but it’s hard not to feel stuck once in a while.
New Year’s Eve was nice. Amy and I spent most of the time at Darren‘s house, enjoying the company of some good people. The entire weekend was a great start to a new year, which is hopefully a good sign of things to come.