Hey there. Remember how I said I'd try and blog more often so as to keep this blog thingy going and thus fill all you great people in on what my life is like, now that travel has come to an end? Yeah... about that.....
So, if you look closely at the date of the last post I put here, you'll notice cleverly that it was dated back in May some time. It's July now. That's two months of stuff that's been going on. Where do I begin? How much time should I spend going over every bit of minutia and melodrama that has gone on in the meager two months time it took to live it all? Well.....
... the truth is, it's life. I've been a busy little bee. So there. I started school last month so, yay for me. I think I even did pretty well in my Spanish class, which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Tomorrow my online classes start and I'm a little reluctant about them. Mostly this comes from my inner turmoil at taking anything the internet has to say seriously. I have taken online classes before and always, always, ALWAYS, I manage to start flame wars in the discussions room. I don't mean to, I swear! It just sort of.... happens. Someone starts talking about something they know nothing about and I can't help but poke holes in the fabric of their reality... especially if that reality is founded on obviously non-objective reasoning and illogical conclusion. I don't know what they get so upset about, really.
But seriously folks: I don't know how people can get so offended on the other side of a computer screen at things they aren't even fully reading completely, without any kind of interpersonal frame of reference to draw upon, nor inflected tone to create rhetorical context with. Shit, half the time people just get mad because they just imagine you're being rude. Which is hilarious, considering: it's a computer screen and text on white background and very little else. Who knows... I'm just gonna sit back, turn my assignments in on time, and pretend like these types of things matter. I figure that's the best I can do, right? Right.
Speaking of things that matter, I'm headed to Bend soon for my best friend's wedding. No, not the silly Julia Roberts flick with that crazy-ass Cameron Diaz lady. No, my friend Todd is getting married. And guess what, bitches? That's right! Best Man status for moi! EAT IT! UNH! You like THAT?! HUH!?! YEAH!!! SUCK ON THAT, SUCKA!!!!!
Tell the truth, I'm a little terrified at having to be, like, responsible and stuff. But... Todd called and so shall I abide. I am looking forward to getting out of town for a little while. Ever since I got back from travels, it seems like I've been putting myself right back into the positions and ruts I was in before I left. And that's not very conducive to personal growth or Dan's ever-loving struggle to maintain sanity. I have kept busy with company though. The last couple of weeks saw a housewarming party followed by another BBQ get together the next day, Lupe's mom and sis coming to visit for a few weeks, a cousin-in-law I hadn't seen in a few years, her kid, Lupe's aunt, sis-in-law.. again, and basically a bunch of people in my house for a few weeks every day. Of course, now that they've all finally left, I am leaving too so.... yeah. Irony, I suppose.
Today we went and saw "Trek In The Park" featuring the Atomic Arts Performers including my co-worker/friend/guy-I-know, Adam Rosko. It was good. To tell the truth though, I preferred last years performance better (sorry,Adam). It was just tighter all around. But, then again, re-watching "Space Seed" in anticipation for this season's performance, I realized that this particular episode of Star Trek really wasn't very good. Oh, I know... technically, none of them are "good" but you know what I mean. It's a little... I dunno... thrown together? Yeah. That's a good way to describe it. The actors were great, the sets even better this year, and the fight scene is top notch. But still... "Amok Time" was better. Maybe that's just expectation talking. Dunno. Still, go see it if you get a chance. Atomic Arts has done something truly amazing with their little slice of the Portland performance theater scene and it's truly worth checking out.
It's late here in P-town and all the drunken punk hipsters are tucked neatly in their beds, their ill-fitting jeans and thrift-store hoodies piled in mosaic bundles on the floors of crappy, white-washed apartment rooms everywhere... so I shall bid adieu for now. Sorry it took me so long to come back. Are you even reading any more? Or have I put you off with my absence? Only the Internet Gods know for sure if this proverbial message in a bottle will reach your technological shores so.... keep an eye out to the distance and a sharp watch on the horizon. Who knows.... maybe I'll do this again sometime.
-d@n
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