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no crazy dreams last night, or at least, none that I can remember. woke up late again again (failure). And now I can’t get that dido song out of my head.

it’s been a while since i’ve bothered to relax without the company of alcohol. so last night i went to i heart video and tried to rent “The Imposters”, but alas, no dice. So instead I picked up Wall Street. I can’t believe I”ve never seen it before, given that it stars Michael Douglas and features James Spader in a smaller role (swoon). Aside from that, it was a pretty solid movie about greed and insider trading.

Last night’s moment of clarity: I need to rent more movies and drink lest beer. So I’ve started a “movies to see” list:

The Professional
Festen
The Rules of Attraction (don’t make fun)
Roger Dodger
Once Upon a Time in America
Auto Focus

Well, I’ve only spent a few seconds coming up with this list so I expect it to grow quickly. I’m taking suggestions, as well. Post them here or e-mail me.

This is “L’art de vivre” by Renee Magritte. It’s just one of those days.

Some sad news: my program’s name has been changed from TICAM to ICES (Institute for Computational Engineering and Sciences). This really upsets me because “TICAM” had such a nice ring to it. Sadness.

As a result of this change, this website will soon be located at http://www.ices.utexas.edu/~monica.

Walking to RLM from Numerical A today, I spotted a fully decked out goth couple, truckin’ along through campus, probably on their way to art class or a renaissance club meeting. What I wonder about is the dual life choice of “goth kid” and “austin resident”. It’s 78 F degrees today, and the wind is hitting us from the south at 14 gusting to 20 mph. This seemed to be causing issues for the mistress of darkness whose black version of the urban sombrero kept trying to free it itself from then tangles of her long black hair (dyed). Furthermore, even I in my brown shirt and dark jeans was feeling the sun, so I can only imagine that wearing black from head to toe must get uncomfortably hot (then again, they’ve got fishnet which breathes incredibly well).

Now, I’m not harping on the goth movement. Back in the proverbial “day”, I used rock out to The Cure, The Bauhaus, Ministry, Souxie and the Banshees, and the list goes on. I had friends who did the goth thing (too many memories of vinyl pants and bad eye makeup abound… thank god i was a geek). But for some reason this seemed to “fit” in Chicago, along with the punks, the hipsters, the business people, and the bums. Maybe it’s just that it was so damn cold in the winter that combat boots were actually the most practical shoe one could wear.

It is my fashion philosophy that one must always be aware of their surroundings when chosing a style. Primarily: comfort comfort comfort. One should never sacrafice comfort for the sake of fashion. Ladies, the “dress to impress” era is over. This is Austin, TX, one of the most relaxed cities in this fucked up country. Beat the heat. Burn your black tights. Wear a frock.

Last night I had a dream about you
In this dream I’m dancing right beside you
And it looked like everyone was having fun
The kind of feeling I’ve waited so long

Ooh I don’t know what to do
About this dream and you
I wish this dream come true

Well, not quite, but almost. Last night I had a dream about an old friend with whom I haven’t spoke in over a year. I was waiting for him at his house, but he never showed up. Finally, I left and headed to the pet shop/vet. There, I found my friend sitting on the floor, mezmorized, watching the dogs play through a window. I said hello, and without looking at me he said, “I’m sorry, but I seem to be running a little late.”

Can it get any wierder than that?

It can.

At home for lunch, I noticed I’d missed a call on my cell phone. Upon checking the caller, I found it was said old friend! Naturally, I panicked, thinking I’d called him in my sleep. But no, he’s coming to town this thursday. Simply uncanny. Even better was when he didn’t think I was a psycho-killer qu’est que c’est when i told him about my dream. I forsee a good time in my future.

Speaking of good times…

Last Sunday I developed some film. What fun! I got a great shot of Tim which would have been appropriate for this entry but alas, I no longer live with a scanner. Maybe some other time. The darkroom stuff was exciting, though I suppose the trial and error nature of developing film will get boring. Still, it’s a subtle science. I dig.

I am quickly approaching the end of 3 hellishly busy weeks. This time tomorrow, I hope to be relaxing with a cocktail and watching a movie. But until then, the boosh must go on. (It ain’t over til the hairy lady shaves?)

Speaking of shaving… oh, nevermind.

For a hispanic guy, Rafi sure is lacking on the melanin front.

Then again, my father is black, so what’s my excuse?

Songs in my head today. Started unpleasantly this morning with “Hummer Girls”, now replaced by the less intrusive “Why Can’t We Be Friends?”

Photo I starts today. I will probably skip it in favor of applied math (hence failing completely in my efforts to be a “well-rounded, multi-facetted individual”). One must have their priorities. If I can’t be well-rounded in mind, at least I’ll be well-rounded in booty.

Things sure have changed since the Quix changed owners. I get carded for cigarettes now. And… well…

I guess that’s about it.

Rafael’s latest comment inspired me to go to said Quix and get a Diet Dr. Pepper. Alas, I did not win a trip to the “Dr Pepper American Safari” (whatever that means). I also didn’t get hit by a car. Sucka.