i have a recurring dream where i find myself completely unprepared for the final exam of a really hard class. last night’s was the most vivid so far:
i walk into the auditorium, completely oblivious and expecting a normal lecture. next thing i know, they’re handing out exams, and i suddenly realize that it’s the final exam! 
i start to freak out, and calmly grab my bookbag and go to the bathroom where i can freak out some more in private.
i evaluate my first option: just take the test unprepared. ok, what class is it? Calculus V. hmm, what do i remember about it? funny, i can’t seem to remember a friggin thing about it…come to think of it, i don’t think i’ve been to a single class all quarter. ack! freak out some more. evaluate the impact of an F on my GPA.
i decide on option 2: ditch the exam, and beg the professor to take it another time. in the last part of the dream, i’m composing the wording of the email to my prof explaining the situation.
anyways, it’s really relieving to wake up and realize that not only am i no longer in school, but i don’t work and pretty much have zero responsibility in life right now. whew. it was all just a bad dream…
jesus christ, reading the paper is depressing. there’s the fires, which are the costliest disaster to ever hit CA ($4B, twice as much as the ‘91 oakland fires). stories of firefighters who were forced to turn back (or else they’d die) before they could warn residents (some of whom ended up dying). emergency water helicopters that could have stopped some of the fires early on, but weren’t used because of beaurocratic red tape (fed/state/local officials not cooperating). and all this caused by a few arsonists who are still at large. argh. we need to find them and set THEM on fire.
then there’s this massive solar storm hitting the earth today (100 times stronger than last weeks). and wild turkeys are eating all the wine grapes! AAAH!
i’m gettin outta here. i’m goin to NYC, where there’s only planes flying into buildings, blackouts, and ferry boat accidents.
looking forward to the weekend - i’ll be back in NYC and going with oliver to a few shows where he’s performing his live hardcore act. his record label "things to come" is doing well (i toured with them twice in europe a few years back). Friday night is a rave in montreal, and Saturday night is a club in Springfield, MA.
sometimes i feel like such a homo. today i was the only dude in my pilates/yoga class (the instructor was nice enough to point that out to everyone). layin there, drawing circles in the air with my legs…am i a chick or what? i should just turn in my balls at the start of class.
heh, but i have to admit that i am diggin it. it’s a good balance to lifting weights.
whoa, it’s like a volcano erupted out here…smokey air and ash all over cars from the wildfires in LA.
congrats to the florida marlins. even though i’m a new yorker, i can’t root for a team that buys it’s talent. the yankee payroll is something like 5 times higher than the marlins. i’d much rather see a team that had no expectations win the world series. plus i always root for the underdog.
howard interviewed the author of a book that sounds pretty interesting: "what it feels like". To Walk on the Moon, to Be Gored by a Bull, to Survive and Avalanche, to Swallow Swords, to Go over Niagara Falls in a Barrel, to Be Shot in the Head
