WITH GORILLA GONE,

WILL THERE

BE HOPE

FOR MAN?

WITH MAN GONE,

WILL THERE BE HOPE

FOR GORILLA?

Thursday's

5 selected songs that must, if they don't already, grace your collection. [vol.01]
[this is something new that I am starting. every thursday evening i will prepare you for the weekend by suggesting 5 songs i feel are essential for your personal music library.]

the list is as fallows:

1. Dilate_ani difranco
2. Wondering_ben folds
3. Neigborhood #3_the arcade fire
4. We might as well be strangers_keane
5. Hands down_dashboard confessional

*if you have trouble obtaining one or more of these glorious musical endevours, drop me a line as i may be able to help

emotions

last night my little brother and I took a last minute trip to Manhattan to finalize my move. Originally I had until Aug. 1 to get completely moved out of my apartment, a new development occurs, tenants want to move in early. Now we have to be out by July 17, however, earning us a little extra cash for the effort.

After some genuinely hard work from around 8.30pm-1.00am, the apartment was looking good. Good, that is in the destroyed, beer stained, treeted like a playground look. It was at this point that I realized something...

It is really over. I hate to get all sentimental about leaving college because all I talked about during my final sememster was how ready I was to get out and get a job and a place etc... While I am still enthusiastic about all of those said items. I am realizing how much I will miss my previous lifestyle. I am really beginning to see how lucky I was with the friends that I made. And while I know they will be my friends always, it's cause for a moment to just sit back and remember.

a sudden burst of skill

So I attended a ku med intramural softball game the
other day, which coincidentally abbey was playing in, and aside from the man-eating gnats making dinner of me, I had a pretty fantastic time. Abbey used to play softball with me on my team in manhattan; however, the scene was much different there. I recall Abbey [i will cut her some slack, i do believe it was her firt jaunt with the sport] nonetheless, I remember her more often then not, completely missing the ball. If she did make contact, she would hit roughly 07% of the ball and it would creep across the ground to the pitcher like a wounded animal preparing for death. But wait, what is this i see, full swings, no running starts at the ball, a step forward and a cut that would make any northern woods lunberjack proud. She figured it out! All of a sudden she has turned into one of the best female softball players I have ever seen. It's like one day she showed up at the field and just decided to be good. My hat is off to you dear Abbey.

so here are some more pics of my work space at ellerbebecket. Sorry the pics are so small but I wanted to put a lot up without taking up ton of space on the screen. anyway, let me know what you think. we are moving soon to a new office in a new building, but for the time being we are moving down a couple of floors in the building that we are currently occupying. I hope we end up somewhere downtown either in the crossroads district, river market, or the downtown loop. I dig it down there...Alright, back to work.

my work space at ellerbe after one month and one week of use.

inspired

so i have recently been inspired by the author of studio 109 to take the time to make this blog a little more personal. i have spent the better half of an entire evening on this machine trying this, and trying that only to end up with a blog which i don't enjoy looking at. it has been taking me kind of a long time to get into the workings of the blog for this is my first encounter with html language. i think i am getting the hang of basics though so look for something a little more pleasing in the future.

i am going to make a genuine attempt to blog more than i have been lately, but i am too damn tired to look at this computer screen anymore tonight.

until later, in the words of my good freind j.c. stoner....

"I'll see yas when I see yas"