On a warm weekend in 1996, I was on the campus of Heidelberg college, at my freshman orientation. At a "mixer" in the Down Under, the nonalcoholic bar on campus, I was making my rounds when the deejay announced, "The first person to tell me the artist and song I'm playing right now will win a Heidelberg College baseball cap." I walked over to the deejay and informed him he was spinning "Bittersweet," by Big Head Todd & the Monsters. I was handed a green baseball cap, which immediately became my favourite hat ever, trouncing the previous white, pinstriped Cleveland Indians hat that had been my high school staple and the pink (yes, pink) Notre Dame cap I wore in junior high. I never washed that hat, until five minutes ago, when I glanced at the thick coat of grime that reflected the character that had built up much like the dirt, and tossed it into the washing machine.Foreshadowing, indeed.Happy May Day to all of you communists out there (aka most of my grad school cohorts).There is some odd festival happening down the street. It looks like a family reunion, except I cannot fathom why someone would hold a family reunion out here, where there's hardly any backyard space. Our backyards pretty much run into the swampland, so I guess if you want your nieces and nephews to be gobbled by alligators, that would be a good excuse.Today I packed up my sweaters and sweatshirts, which had gathered on my bedroom floor over the semester, washed them, and placed them into their boxes. I won't be needing them again until about December. *snicker*I really need to do something about my clothes situation. I have about four times the amount of clothes I need. There's really not enough room for the roughly 60+ t-shirts I own, the two dozen dress shirts, ties, suits, et cetera. I don't have to wear those clothes anymore, because I don't wear suits to work anymore. Yet I don't really know what to do with them; after all, I still need to wear suits occasionally, and while I don't buy expensive clothes, I tend to like what I buy enough to want to keep it. I need to find someone with a huge closet who doesn't mind me putting things there. You know how they have those storage garages off every exit on I-75? I need to open a chain of storage closets. Lots of people have reasons to need to put clothes away; they gained weight, lost weight, had a kid and plan another one... I think I am on to something here. Call the venture capitalists.The countdown to fiber internet and 15Mb/sec downloads (which I don't really care about) and 5Mb/sec uploads (which is what I really, really care about) is at eight days. God bless Tampa, Florida.Finally, I've come to the conclusion that there is a significant difference between a LiveJournal and a blog. A lot of what I have to say is blog-ish, so I'll probably be starting that up soon. And there's another, far more anonymous project I will probably tell none of you about, in the works as well. The original project, the one I started this LJ for, is officially kaput (39 out messages; one in message). I don't know what women are looking for, but it clearly isn't what I'm bringing to the table.
--------
