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My friend Dan Klemz was nice enough to give me some webspace over at PartyApartment.com. It looks like Cromlech will finally be weaned off of its UMD hosted teat. For now, please update your linky-poos to the following address: www.partyapartment.com/cromlech... Keep reading this entry »
Please be warned. The following account was written at 2:00 am. There is no reason I should be up at 2:00, whether it be insomnia or philosophy papers or Super Wild Turkey Hunter III with New Action Squawking Death Noise... Keep reading this entry »
Mornings aren't as fun as they used to be. My brain feels like it's brimming with a keg of Monkey Island Grog. It's not a lack of sleep, as I'm getting plenty of that, but probably a lack of ambition.... Keep reading this entry »
Still snowing. Still winding. Not winding, mind you, but winding. The 'i' is a short sound. Touch the roof of your mouth with your tongue. Go on. I promise I won't watch. I'm not really paying attention. Justin Roth concert... Keep reading this entry »
Finally, a snowstorm. Being indoors feels right now, all cozy and everything. I can with good conscience hunker down and read and write and scratch my head and rub the tiredness out of my eyes. It pains me to say,... Keep reading this entry »
Thanksgiving break was wonderful. I pulled into my driveway down in Hopkins and was greeted by a green Mercury Tracer. She will be the successor (or usurper, if you will) of the Noble Tempo. After playing with the rear hatch... Keep reading this entry »
In light of yesterday's Blither, Ryan Hankins has revoked my poetic license. Where I used the word 'ourselves', he said, 'us' would have been infinitely more appropriate. I agree, but that still does not justify the XXtreme injustice I have... Keep reading this entry »
The temperature is below freezing. Incredible. There is no reason we should have school this week, and I mean that from a pragmatic standpoint, not a spoiled and lazy college student perspective. No one's heart is in learning or teaching... Keep reading this entry »
Please lower your voices... I'm trying to sleep. The Leonids were spectacular. We finally left Duluth a bit before midnight and later arrived at a deserted Palisade Head. Keeping a safe distance from the cliff, we set out sleeping bags... Keep reading this entry »
Harry Potter. Rocked. All the characters and locales were dead-on accurate. The Quidditch match was funktabular. My mom saw the movie at 9:40 am, I saw it at 9:30 pm. She said there were only 30 people in her theater,... Keep reading this entry »
Second leg of Jazz Tour. Mark, Eric and I still proved ourselves to be liabilities on the conscience of Ryan Frane. Burger King crowns, Roman helmets and McDonald's Play Place all had the potential to severely compromise UMD's integrity. Ryan's... Keep reading this entry »
When I'm curious about the temperature outside, I don't go outside. I don't check a thermometer. I don't ask anyone, because usually no one else has been outside or they give me some bunk answer like it's raining wet naps... Keep reading this entry »
I have found the Crouton Horizon. I never knew it was possible to put too many croutons on a salad. Oh, it's definitely possible, and it isn't a tasty treat when you do. Too many croutons make me dizzy. Today... Keep reading this entry »
An eventful day, but I'm not in the mood to write about it at length. She meowed at me. Again. All I did was give a cold glare back. She did a double take. I hope she got the message.... Keep reading this entry »
Yesterday was neat. We went to the annual lighting of the Split Rock Lighthouse. We hiked around until it got dark, lost our group, found the other group, found our group and lost our group again. We even got to... Keep reading this entry »
The Sunny Wicked CD Release Party took place at the Roundabout last night, and it rocked the potassium feldspar right out of my existence. I haven't seen the guys perform since Beaner's last year, and they've really improved the jive... Keep reading this entry »
Last night, after a few unproductive hours working on my janitor feature story, which had produced a meager two paragraphs, I decided to take a nap. The time was 10:00 pm, a dangerous time to begin a nap. I hoped... Keep reading this entry »
I was in the basement of A.B. Anderson, reading and listening to my cd player, when suddenly I was surrounded by an entire classroom. Apparently the students finished their paintings and had brought them out into the lounge to critique.... Keep reading this entry »
Halloween was a week ago, and I'm still washing Dax out of my hair. As I look at it I probably need a haircut, but I don't want to go to the "stylist" in this condition. She threatened me when... Keep reading this entry »
Eh. An insincere apology for not writing anything yesterday, but I really had nothing to write about. Saw the northern lights, which was cool, but they revealed no startling revelations. Yesterday was average. Gorgeous weather, however. I have begun noticing... Keep reading this entry »
The phone is dead. Is there something they're not telling me? The view outside my window looks normal, cars are bustling about the parking lot... but maybe the rest of Duluth (and my telephone lines) have been vaporized into tiny... Keep reading this entry »
Yesterday was an eventful Halloween. We played our first jazz concert of the year, which was very excellent. The band was the tightest it has ever been, time was rock solid and the songs were s00p3r l33t. A little more... Keep reading this entry »