May, 2005

I just opened the Blonde Redhead CD I bought this weekend, In an Expression of the Inexpressible, and the first thing I noticed was the song title “speed x distance = time”, which is wrong. You see, speed = distance / time, which means that distance / speed = time. I need to listen to this CD and find out if there is an ironic meaning to this incorrect mathematical formula. Also, I need to stop being such a dork. I love Blonde Redhead.

It happened right about the time I was getting out of the shower, dripping wet and naked, cold, exposed, the usual morning. There are windows all around my bathroom, so I usually try to stick close to the shower stall which is mostly hidden from view. Wrapping a towel around myself, I began to move toward the sink, which happens to be right under a long bank of these windows, when suddenly the world began to end. Or a jet was flying in way too low. Or a volcanic mudslide was covering the attic. Or the giant old white oak outside my window was crashing into the roof.

Yes, that was it. I saw massive amounts of green leaves lean in, and realized that most of what was coming off the tree was landing right over my head. I backed away from the windows, a little worried that the roof might cave in and a lot worried that the windows might be smashed. In the end, nothing really happened. The branch landed on a dumpster, leaving behind several smaller twigs and leaves to prove that it had, in fact, landed on my roof, as well as a quivering but intact power line to the house. Good thing that dumpster wasn’t my car.

Friedrich Rentals called me yesterday and told me that someone wants to move into my Ames apartment on June 11. That is good news. I was already planning a housewarming/birthday party for Friday the 10th, which will be my official last day in possession of the Ames apartment, so that is conveniently symbolic and stuff. Of course, now I need to finish the whole moving process, which takes me longer than most. Most things take me longer than most. Whatever. So I need to totally clean the apartment in Ames, fix my motorcycle and get it out of the garage, and organize my new place to get it party ready. All of this needs to happen in about two weeks. So I if I don’t want to hang out with you, you’ll know why. I still like you, and you are still invited to the party. Which will be awesome. Trust me.

Thur. may 19th
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Air Force Seeks Bush’s Approval for Space Weapons Programs

So, did Al Quaeda recently accomplish a space launch, or are we finally at war with Russia? Did I miss something?

I thought the main accomplishment of the Cold War-era arms race was the bankruptcy of the Soviet state. Now, apparently, it will finally get its way with the good ol’ USA.