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last tuesday, an amazing thing occurred in austin, texas: icicles!
this is very exciting, as texas is not often privy to the joys of a typical winter. but even more exciting was the closing of UT due to the "treacherous" weather. but even more exciting than that was the afternoon walk that i wouldn't have otherwise taken because i'd have been in class learning about b-splines. aside from the slippery sidewalks, the crux of the walk's excitement lay at the top of an ice laden hill, which i almost passed up due to the effort involved. however, it was at the top of that hill that i discovered what would become my future abode. the place is glorious, and pictures will follow shortly. yes, it's the dawning of a new era for this booshetta. i hope this means that something good is on the horizon.

no, it's not time for the airing of grievances. it's time to pass around the prop platter. today the props go to tim for all of his care, support, and assistance during this transitional period. for this i am eternally greatful.

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Water-logged and sepulchral weather looms over the eyes of Texas this afternoon. The temperature reads a murky 49 degrees. Humidity: 89%. The Barometer: 30.019 (steady). I've spent the greater part of the morning trodding through water to turn in a lease application for a dive on Tom Green's boosh. Days like today make me realize how miserable I might be if I lived over a mile away from school (and 3205... and JP's... and the crown). Never underestimate the power of a comfort zone.

props need to be given at this time:
rafi gets mad monkey props for deluxe scrabble
dave gets hula props for driving me around this morning
ivy gets kitty props for his spooning services

it is also worth mentioning that noah, the c&a bouncer, recieved props last night, but they have since been revoked. sorry, noah. you blew it.

And the beat goes on...

sometimes i feel like i don't have a big boosh
sometiems i feel like my only hair
is the hair in my armpits, the hair on my head
but no hair in my banch, now that is a lie

i don't ever wanna shave
like i did that day
take me to the boosh i love
grow it all the way
i don't ever wanna shave
off my big black boosh
take me to the boosh i love
grow it all the way

(note: this is a work in progress)

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this past weekend I saw the Vagina Monologues. though I wouldn't have gone if three of my friends weren't performing, i was pleasantly surprised by the production. Written by eve ensler, the vm was first produced in 1996 and has received rave reviews ever since. naturally, this heartless cynic who detests anything that sounds overly "feminist" has avoided the experience. this weekend, i was impressed that the vm declared "i love vaginas" rather than "i hate men".

andrea was brilliant as a brit chick describing her fictitious experience at a "vagina workshop", where she was elated to discover that, in fact, her clitoris had not slipped off in the ocean. other monologues discussed pubic hair, brands of "moaning", vagina connosoires, birth, sexual abuse, and coochie snorchers. though occasionally poignant, this adaptation of the vm was mostly comedic, which i don't think was the original intention of ms. ensler. idealistic dialogues regarding violence and world peace were over-simplified and felt "thrown in", clashing with the clever surrounding comedy.

overall: laugh-out-loud and occasionally moving. no regrets. well worth the $15 I had found on the street two days before (what a wonderful world it would be if found money was required to go to the arts!). still, i am no more compelled than i was last week to celebrate my "cunt", though i can imagine for the vaginally repressed the vm could be quite an awakening. Everyone has that favorite bit that makes them proud, be it a vagina, breasts, butt, eyes, or a full-bodied boosh. I suppose more women should be celebrating their genitalia (heavens knows men sure like to celebrate theirs!), and that's what the vm is all about. Taboo taboo.

me, i'll stick to celebrating my calves. want a bite?

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monica is currently looking for an apartment. if you have any information regarding a pimp-stylee, cat-friendly, boosh-happy, non-grody, party palace apartment/duplex/house in the hyde park area (preferably with a washer-dryer -- and under $700/mo.), please pass it on.

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party at tracy's and jesse's last night. happy birthday to tracy, happy birthday to you. edibles as follows:
1 bowl of miso soup with tofu
a handful a veggie tempura
1 shrimp tempura (whoops)
2 veggie sushi rolls
eel sauce
1 slice of coconut cream pie
1 james taylor song
sake

i was informed by a party attendee that "math chicks rule". I can buy that.
click here for joy.

Current 2003 BumbleButt Racquetball Tourny Stats:
Wins: 0
Losses: 5

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yesterday was valentine's day, which inspired a haiku:
muggy afternoon
they prey not on bosom friends
with you i would spoon

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i love ya baby, but all i can think about is kielbasa sausage...

People with boring lives should be discouraged from broadcasting the mundane details of their trivial existences on the interweb.

Luckily you have me.

I had my dermal lightening bolt repaired last sunday. Atomic Tattoo was a very friendly and clean family tattoo parlor. It was here that a mysterious maiden appeared with several dozen limes which she left on the floor as she quickly departed. Each was decorated with slurs of varying creativity. One said "you suck", another made mention to someone's single testicle. Apparently one of the employees gave someone a bad time.

Naturally, celebration was held at the crown. Here I drank many pitchers of beer and took even more photos. Rafi let me wear his downy soft performance fleece. 3 popcorn remnants were found in the left pocket.

Installed TeXShop on OS X this afternoon. It's the first decent TeX editor of seen for the Mac. Productivity at last.

Current 2003 BumbleButt Raquetball Tourny stats:
Losses: 2
Wins: 0

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things to do to this site:
- add the rest of my links, resume, etc.
- update the style-sheet for the rest of the index pages
- consider doing something cool with the background like this guy did
- design design design. originality. something wicked awesome.

things I should be doing instead of this:
- studying
- studying
- studying
- working on my master's report
- eating more fresh fruit
- paying more attention to my extended family
- giving my cat some t.l.c.
- buying music instead of d/l-ing mp3's
- drinking more water
- cleaning my disaster of a house

Now, I must retire to the west wing for deep meditation.

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this is my first entry in my first weblog. i'm not sure what this is for, or why you care, but i'm meeeee!

and i'm lovin' it.

and on that note: australians are not all crocodile hunters. some of them are human beings just like you and me.

That's all for now. This was just a test.

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