Bears Come Back Big In Big Game

I guess it was worth it—only 2 hours of sleep last night; 4 hours the night before, 5 the night before… I could go on… basically, No Sleep ‘Till Big Game held true for the most part.

So, it’s time for SLEEP. Just one thing—

GO BEARS! WE STILL GOT THE AXE!

I just came here to check the last time I posted (turns out it was ten days ago) and the front page was blank! Oy! Someone posted a comment yesterday, and it rebuilt the front page with the last seven days’ articles—which was none… aww….

There are reasons I haven’t been keeping up here. I have been extremely busy this week; it is the busiest week of the year by far for Cal students, and also the most fun and awesome—it’s BIG GAME WEEK The Big Game is tomorrow—at Stanfurd. Our call time: 4 AM. F-O-U-R AM. Why is that? They just like seeing us wake up so early. We really don’t need the time at ‘Furd to practice… we really could use the extra sleep so, just maybe, we can actually play, and if we’re lucky, not fall asleep while marching.

But we’re waking up at the butt crack of dawn instead. And tonight we have a ton of SHB’s—a bus to the city for about 5 performances, one to the east-bay, and the rest (newmen) to the bonfire rally to be burned as fuel (just kidding—scratch “as fuel”). I am on the city bus. Horray.

We’ll get back sometime around 10, and if you can count, you will already realize that there is no way in hell anyone is getting a decent amount of sleep.

Ah, but I forget: NO SLEEP ‘TILL BIG GAME

And, of course,

GO BEARS BEAT THE CARDINAL

It’s not supposed to be—I have work to do!

Go back—I wasn’t looking…

Shaving in the Dark

How old is the sun today
Where are the shoes of yesteryear

What an evil potato goes through
we can never know, but
I’m beginning to resemble one

Ah, a little light now

It is the hour
the moment
when it becomes possible
to distinguish a white
thread from a black,
so prayer begins

I see a shadowy reflection now our fingers touch

There’s nothing like what is

fragile and momentary
as the pale yellow light along the windowsill
in winter north
of nowhere yet
if not for winter, nothing
would get done

would finally get done

I’ve been all around this world

and not to die in hell
not to die in the flames of hell homeless with a cell phone please

There’s nothing like today

And contributing one’s atoms to the green universe
how strange is that

And some have managed to live in a constant awareness
that all things, every evil thing
will be forgotten, neglecting
to mourn for every radiant thing, and so seeing
the radiance.

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My sentiments exactly. Got this one from the Knopf “Poem a day” mailing list. Never ceases to interest me for a few minutes a day

Just to alleviate any parental (or other) fears and doubts, I did really really well on my math midterm. Like, a guaranteed 80% plus how ever much they decide to give me on the proof… which was half a proof at best, so maybe 10/20? Hopefully.

Anyway, I am very tired. I shouldn’t have woken up at 8 this morning, but I had to go to ES lab. Tomorrow I will sleep in, however, and finish my math homework (the part that wasn’t on the test). Goodnight! ::

It’s been cold here this past week. Still is, actually. The air smells wintry and crisp, and we’re using our fireplace downstairs for once. Last night we stayed up late playing cards and board games and Mafia and psychiatrist… it was just one of those cold Halloween nights where you just stay inside and drink hot chocolate and sit by the fire and enjoy life.

Today was much the same. Nancy had brunch ready at noon, when most of us woke up, and then we just played Monopoly all morning, and I made cappuccinos and lattes and they were actually really good. I think I’ll do the same tomorrow morning.

Last night, it rained in the south bay, and a little here in the morning, and the sun set between the towers of the Golden Gate bridge. Needless to say, it was a spectacular sunset. I saw it first out my window, and then ran up the fire escape, and back down to borrow Jason’s digicam, then ran up the hill (all the way up the hill) to the top of the hill above the Foothill dorms, where I could see the entire bay, which was incredibly clear and stunning. I got a few shots of the sunset before Jason’s camera battery ran out. Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out how to up the resolution, and the camera was generally so-so, so the shots didn’t come out so well. But this one did, at least, and another one of the sunset reflection off of Soda hall came out well too. Sometimes I just wish I had a decent camera…

After I took that picture, I went to meet my friend Jarys down at the Bart station. He got along well with the group, and enjoyed our comfortable couch for the night’s sleep, and couldn’t believe we actually had brunch on Saturday mornings. I must admit, it’s a good life. Today we walked around the campus a while, and ended up at Rasputin records, which has just about any music you want for good prices. I found a Josh Rouse CD I had been looking at, “Under Cold Blue Stars,” for ten bucks. Interestingly enough, when I got back and checked Amazon.com for reviews, this showed up before I even got past the front page. Yeah, so it was on my wish list, but still, pretty funny.

I like buying CDs still. I might download a whole album in the highest quality mp3, but it just wouldn’t be the same as the (more) perfect quality CD, not to mention that somehow actually having the physical disc makes a big difference, I don’t know why. Maybe I’m just getting old and sentimental (ha ha). Seriously, though—I remember music as a kid was stacks and stacks of Dad’s CDs, and the two shelves of records, and the hi-fi system with its own cabinet, and recording CDs to cassette tapes to listen to in the car (and how we weren’t allowed to run around in the living room, or the CD player would skip). It’s funny how well I remember some things.

I have work to do. Math midterm monday, and even worse, an ES project due the week after. Until next time, umm… explore my Amazon wish list! ::