successful guys don't hang out in laundromats

Last week was midterm week which meant papers and revisions and studying and essays. It feels really good to have some solid grades in for my courses this semester but I've still got so much study abroad paperwork to finish up in the next few days. I won't even know if I'll be able to go for another few weeks. This is the kind of anxiety that I could do without.

Reading through some more ridiculous relationship advise via Yahoo...

Where to meet single guys: sports bars, steak houses, driving ranges, movie theaters, class, sushi bars, supermarkets, industry events, cigar bars, and dog parks.

Where not to meet single guys: salons (too gay), clubs (no relationship potential), frozen yogurt shops (no single guys), cruise ships (they will probably have wife/girlfriend), laundromats (successful guys don't hang out in laundromats).

People will meet each other. I think that telling women to make a conscious effort to go to steak houses to meet guys will just end with a bunch of disappointed thirty something women. Stuff happens, it's not really up to us what it is or how it happens. It's just chance.

"Miracles. Events with astronomical odds of occurring, like oxygen turning into gold. I've longed to witness such an event, and yet I neglect that in human coupling. Millions upon millions of cells compete to create life, for generation after generation until, finally, your mother loves a man. Edward Blake, the Comedian, a man she has every reason to hate, and out of that contradiction, against unfathomable odds, it's you - only you - that emerged, to

distill so specific a form from all that chaos. It's like turning air into gold. A miracle. "

-Dr. Manhattan (Watchmen)

After the whole Balloon Boy thing I realized that I get 100% of my news through the internet.

Speak easy,

Neil

Rubber Duckies Are The Cleanest Animals

It is finals week and I am working overtime at work to fill in for people with finals and trying desperately to complete my African Lit paper without letting it eat into my sleeping schedule. During work I finished reading the graphic novel Watchmen, which was incredibly good. Although I have only seen half of the film version, I would definitely recommend everyone read the book instead (although there are some really cool visuals in the movie). My mind seems to peter out after a certain amount of sleep deprivation, which means there is a good chance I will get up at 5:30 in order to finish the paper. I'm sure I've said this before but the mind needs rest. Science has yet to find a way around it. Hindsight 20/20: I've stayed clear of coffee this evening so that I won't capsize my sleeping.

And now, trailers for films I really want to see but simply haven't gotten around to watching yet...

Synecdoche, New York



The Diving Bell and The Butterfly



Also, Frost/Nixon, Iron Man, The Reader (becuase of the Nazis and the taboo sexual romance), and Lars and The Real Girl (less Nazis but possibly just as sexually taboo).

Classical music helps me focus but it's also making me a sleepy hedgehog. Why must I be tortured so?!

Speak easy,
Neil