These are my new glasses.

These ones are sort of gentle.

These ones underscore my intellectualism.

Also, I totally broke my New Year's resolution while in New York.

If I knew how to put a table here I'd assemble a little set of pros vs. cons of moving back to New York.

I just realized that I haven't named my computer yet. My old laptop was called Mourning, until it got a new hard drive and then I renamed it GiveMeNoGrief. But I have no real ideas for the new one. Man. Where in blazes am I supposed to find the inspiration for this? I feel very much at a loss. Gah. Eek. Argh.

Ways my brother is different from me

1. He is not desperately autonomous.

2. He apologizes with (apparent) ease.

3. He cares about his audience.

My favourite part of the musical "In The Heights", from the song "96,000":

Yo with 96 thousand: i'd finally fix housing
give the barrio computers with wireless web browsing
the kids are living without a good edumacation
change the station teach them about gentrification

the rent is escalating
the rich are penetrating
we pay the corporations when we should be demonstrating

what about immigration
politicians be hating
racism in this nation's gone from latent to blatant

i'll cash my ticket and picket, invest in protest
never lose my focus 'til the city takes notice
and you know this man: I never sleep
cuz the ghetto has a million promises for me to keep

I realize I haven't written about much lately. I have had some thoughts, though, rest assured.