Besides watching the game, I had a really good time chilling with Shalvi and his roommates in the Mothership. Definitely good company. We played some "volleyball." We conversated over beer and matzoh. One of his suitemates shared my affinity for Perfect Dark, Radiohead, Grandaddy, and Bosch; we had some good discussions about music, even though I really know nothing about it. He also suggested a couple of bands to check out, which I am currently doing.

Luther is on his way down to pick me up and head to his house. I was invited up to Luther's to have Easter Dinner with his family. They have a 15 pund spiral-cut ham, how am I supposed to refuse such an offer?

I afraid of what is next. Maybe I will get a buzz cut, because men with long hair are unprofessional communists. Nothing says says professional like a buzz cut, just ask Air Force Staff Sgt. Timothy Woodland.

Oh well, it is now time to get some work done before the Maryland vs. Kansas game. I am anxious and nervous, it should be a good game.

Equally as impressive were the rock formations, which we tackled with both style and stupidity. Luckily, we got to decide for ourselves which was which. In the end, I gave myself 1 - 1.

It seemed like each little outlook had it's own feel. There were some with gullies, others with ponds, many with sunk in pools, and yes one with a dinosaur egg.

We were there for a good four hours and we barely saw any of the park. I took a good amount of pictures, though I had some problems with the settings. For the first fourty pictures were not set to the best quality, while there were others that were black and white for no good reason. All the more reason to go back soon. Kelly has the National Geographic's Guide to 100 Hikes for our area, so I have a feeling we might be going to some really nice areas in the coming months. That would be really phat. I wait with anticipation.

O, it's nice to have my camera back.

Trash.

UM Forest, well sort of.

DAFFODIL! in the Rough.

After getting back from taking pictures, Deepak, Kim, and I went to play frisbee golf. It was kindof cold and kindof windy, none of us play particularly well. Now it's laundry time, fun fun.

On the way back to CP we listened to Penthall's newest mix, Beautiful Ground. It is a compliation of the Eels, Soul Coughing, Radiohead, and Grandaddy. All of these bands are among my very favorites, and Penthall did each band a great justice. He carrys, what I can only describe as, a dark funk groove throughout the mix. It is just amazing. Mad props.

In fact, after submitting my "supplemental questionnaire," I think I am going to take my copy of "Beautiful Ground" and my camera out for a session. It is not as warm as I had hoped, but it will do.

BooBoo just sent me this logo as a possibility for the company we want to form. I am currently writing tiny essays for an application supplement, not the most fun I have ever had.

I cannot tell if this is a joke or not: Patriot Registration.

Oh, yeah, I am taking pictures of cups. Silly Me.

I think it has something to do with being really well rested, as of right now. It could also be that I got to bed early last night. Either one, maybe even both.

Kelly got back from the tourney yesterday. We haven't chilled since last wednesday, when the band initially went to Syracuse. She came back bruised, but with a barrage of stories. We shared our veritable tales over Soup, Salad, and Bread Sticks. Who could ask for more? Actual, I can, so I did. Ummm Calamari.

Then we got some beer.

And played beer pong.

It was a classic tournament: Howard County, represented by Luther and Grabowski, versus Wic-o-mic-o County, represented by Kelly and I. I was not on fire, like last time, but between Kelly and I we pulled it out. Though, our trials and tribulations did not end in an over all victory, losing 2 -1, it was a damn good time. What it did end up in was another really tasty Market Fresh Sandwich at Arby's, Bacon and Ranch.

In fact, the only reason I am out of bed right now is to put on Radiohead - Amnesiac. This is the life, someone should pay me to do this.

To top off the night, at 9pm Grabowski, Luther, and I are going to see the Eels at the 9:30 club. Should be a damn good show. Penthall is coming down tonight and hopefully we will be able to get him a ticket. Ummm... eels.

I woke up after a solid five hours of sleep feeling quite refreshed. I have to make up the hours I missed today at work, and go to class tomorrow, but I am now pretty much on Spring Break! When I woke up I had a message, it was from the Annapolis Desk saying I had a package. I knew what it was, it was my camera.

I was really nervous. Though, I had pretty much saved up a money for a new one, it would have drained me. I just wanted the whole experience to be over with, hopefully with everything good as new.

It was a long walk to the desk and I long walk back, I never took my eyes off the box wondering inside if my pessimism was well founded.

I got back to my room, opened it up, and read the enclosed letter. "The Service on your equipment have been completed. Please be assured that your equipment has been returned to Factory Specifications." The service details stated that they have replaced the DC/DC converter, Firm Updated, and Clean check all functions CXB19I17 (what ever that means, i think it is a good thing though) Oh, hell yeah. Not to mention all the service was covered by the warranty and was completely free of charge!

Happy fucking Spring to me!

• go(oo)d - Yet another crackass reference to a 3-O god. I just throw it in becuase I could.
• soul - My topic was to discuss the strongest argument, by thought alone, for Strong Dualism, the belief that their is a non-physical mind / soul which is distinct from the physical body. Also, a pretty bad pun on the appropriate word 'sole.'
• intention - The croix of my argument is that these "rationalist" proofs rely on subjective intentions, ways of representing things. Thus, since they are subjective beliefs, the conclusions do not follow necessarily from the premises.

Another important thing that I (re)learned today is that this fine establishment, and dare I say the monopoly that is the University Book Center, will screw us any chance they get. Yup, that's right, I bought my gap and gown today at the wonderful price of fifty dollars! Now, you cannot tell me that the cheap plastic piece of crap they pawned off on me as a "Cap and Gown" is worth fifty dollars. I have seen better plastic on a Pepsi bottle, proud sponsor of everything good and noble.

I completely understand that graduation is a happy affair, one which is rightfully celebrated, but I am not so enthuastic about sitting through hours of pomp and circumstance wearing a plastic tarp, which will most likely bond with my skin in temperatures over 90 degrees. Nor am I excited by the thought of having to sit through hour long speeches about our magnificant achievements, how lucky we are, and about the glorious future we will have in the "real world" as we take the "bull" by the "horns." I'd rather take a Camry into the woods.

You know what I want from graduation? My diploma and a frickin' job. Save your breathe and your handshakes, the last four years have shown me that I am nothing but a number to you.

This is not to say that the purpose of my last four years was a piece of paper and a death sentence to a cubicle, quite the contrary. The last four years of my life has been about becoming an educated human being, and yes, having fun in the process. Now, I have not nearly complete either of those goals, but I have put in 110% (80% Fun, 30% Education).

It's time for me to write about my soul, or lack there of depending on who you ask.

In my youth, I regarded the universe as an open book, printed in the language of physical equations, whereas now it appears to me as a text written in invisible ink, of which in our rare moments of grace we are able to decipher a small fragment.

- Arthur Koestler

Its past time for bed, hopefully this time the phone will not ring off the hook. Or off the hezzy.

Now, however, I am inside working on my paper for Philosophy of Mind. I think I am going to be writting on the attempts to prove the existence of a non-physical soul by thought alone.

This morning I burned a copy of Drunk Black Squirrels, my third Rap / Hip-Hop mix. I definitely need to get a black, tinted, load-riding, glass-packing Civic to pimp it out. Or, maybe I will just sit at work rocking my head. What a contrast, in more ways than one.

Hell, it beats listening to the Bible in over 30 different languages.

I have never thought about the word 'the' as much as I have tonight.

And now it is time for today's really bad joke, "Jesus died for our sinns, only to lose his bedeutung." Yup, I have losed it.

I ran across a site called Britney Underground on Daypop's Top 40 listing. It has been there for a couple of days, but I thought that it was just a fan site. However, when I finally broke down and went to it, it was anything but a fan site. (This explains why it is so popular.) In fact the site is an archive of the defacements of a Britney Spears Ad Campaign which seemly covered the NY subway system. The defacements, when they are not crude, have an underlining statement which I completely agree with. The highly skewed image of woman that is being pedaled by magazines (like Seventeen), music (such as the aforementioned "Pop Princess"), movies (any Kristin Dunst is in), and television (three words: MTV) is detrimental to society. A perfect example is the qoute on the one shown above, "I'm fat. Britney's thin" supposedly said by a skinny six year old.

Hopefully I can get some work done today. I am not sure though. The MD game is at 5pm, so I am going to have to break for that. I am no long dead last in my pool for the NCAA tournament, I am third from last. Woohoo.

I was really happy up until I got the bounced mail message. This would have been I nice change for me. Something going my way. Something coming up Ari. But no, I am just a play thing in the hands of the Mail Daemon.

I think I need to change my cover letter now to read "I pay close attention to details, when I am not asleep."

Marylands first game in the NCAA tournament was a rump, as was beer pong. Though I was on fire, hitting almost all of cups in the first two games and a fair share in the third, it was not enough to take down my suitemates Mike and Joe, for Mike was having an even better outting than I. At one point it was described as the Mike and Ari show, a freak show as it were. For the first two games Luther was my partner. For the third I was graced with a sexy vixen by my side, who carried the team as my skills began to fade.

Now, however, it is down to business. As next week is the last week of school before spring break, I have a ton of work due. Add on top of this work for the Philosophy site. Plus the whole job search thing. So far I have applied for 25+ jobs just today. Hopefully I will recieve that elusive call back.

My fingers are crossed, all except my thumb, which I seemed to have hurt in yesterdays frisbee fiasco. Not sure how.

I am still in pain.

Beware the ides of March.

I have gotten on this soap box before, but jesus christ people, what is wrong with allowing homosexual couples to adopt children? Frankly, it sickens me to think that fifty-five percent of this country is that intolerant. To me, the whole debate over homosexuals adopting is inherently a religious one. I have not come across any other reason, and I could just be naive about scientific research, that does not come down to the fact that the bible condemns any sexual activity that is not penis-vagina intercourse. Furthermore, since there is supposedly a seperation between church and state, there appears to be no reason at all to stop homosexual couples.

God Bless America; home of the brave and narrow-minded.

Today is the day when, hopefully, my stress and hard work pays off. I am about to head out to the Spring Career Fair to strike it rich. Or, atleast, make some contacts and hand out my resume. Last night I went to Kinkos and ran off 25 copies on quality resume stock, R1: Glacier Mist. Its hot. I am dressed to impress. I'm hot.

My day is far from over though. After the Career Fair, I am going into work. Directly after work I am going to a workshop on Adobe Illustrator, I am not really sure why. Like most of these workshops it is going to be two and a half hours of boredom and fifteen minutes of learn. But, oh, what a fifteen minutes.

Then, directly after the workshop I am going to the Generics and Treblemakers "ShamROCKappella." As the name implies, it is an acapella concert. I know the heads of both groups, the aforementioned Deepak and Kim, as well as a lot of the group members. Should be a good time, they are amazing groups.

In fact, it does not appear that Putin likes a lot of things. But, he does like Maryland for the NCAA Championships (91 -90 over the Dukies).

I walked through the Career Fair today to get an idea of what it is about before I go tomorrow. To sum up, it is a mad house. Tonight I am going to deal by proofreading all my materials, looking at the companies that our going to be there, and getting everything printed out onto nice resume stock. Fun Fun Fun.

Nothing seems to be going right today. I went to test out ari@arirebach.com, which I set up when I renewed arirebach.com, to see if it worked. It did, but it also made Outlook download duplicates of all the e-mails I had on my WAM account. I have no idea why. Then it did it again, so I had to go through and delete over two hundred messages, twice.

I have been busy updating my Cover Letter, Resume, and References. I am tired of dealing with this crap. The Career Fair starts tomorrow. I doubt it is going to be "fair."

Though I have done so much today, I still must do more.

Strangely enough, I have already been productive today. I woke up early to run some errands. I, finally, sent my camera in for servicing. I am not hopeful, but as I have said before, at some point something has to go my way. I did some needed banking. Then I went to Coconuts to see about replacing my headphones, whose right channel started cutting out at the museums on Friday. They didn't have the ear buds that I have grown to love, so I went for a cheaper pair. They have a nice full sound but they are not as comfortable in the ear. Oh well, my search will continue.

On my way to class I ran into two former E-2ers, Mike Bondroff and Yaroni (my neighbor sophomore year). Good memories.

We came back to campus to watch the MD game. I had a feeling it would be a close one. I did not, however, think we were going to lose. My suitemates feel that it is a welcomed wake up call for the team, so we do not get to egotistical. I am not sure I share the sentiment, I would rather have another win. Oh well. It sucks that it had to be to NCSU, my father's current employer. They play a good game.

For all that bad, something had to go right today and something did. Penthall brought down a USB CompactFlash reader, which we used to check to see if my memory card was damaged in the great flood. This whole time I have not been able to check it since my camera was the only CF reader I had access too. Thankfully, both for the 121 photos and the 250+ dollars saved, it worked! I recovered all the pictures from the last day with my camera and there were some good ones. Not to mention that it is a reminder that the day was not all bad.

Roses for Kelly's grandmother

One of the tombstones at the cemetary

Weird brown shale and white clam shell beach

A ripple in time.

I cannot begin to explain the hole that the camera left in my life. A picture is worth a thousand words. These words will return in time. Penthall, who was very instrumental in my purchase of the G1, is already on the trail for the next one. Possibly the G2, which boosts even better features. Maybe something better.

I know this may sound stupid, but I finally feel some closure.

Afterwards, I went to see Fashion at the Performing Arts Center. Jon Shalvi had called me last night and told me that he had an extra ticket to the show, though he was not sure I would like it. I have never been disappointed by a Theatre production, but this has to be one of the best performances that I have seen. The sets were great, but the sets are always great. The costumes were also amazing, which is good considering the play is about "fashion." Of course, it is about more than that. It is about how people get consumed by status, wealth, and appearances. Some things never change.

Of course, my opinion is a little swayed. There was a free reception before the show, since it was a preview / majors night, and they had wine. Free wine. Kendall Jackson, ummmm....

After the play Jon Shalvi came over to try and catch Space Ghost, Coast to Coast. It was not on though, it wasn't on last Thursday either, but I thought that was due to the Chuck Jones death. So, I had to drown my sorrows at the Cornerstone (not a club).

After my classes today, I went into DC for some good ole art. Since I had the conversation with my history of photography teacher I have wanted to go to the Freer. I had the time today, and the mentality, so I went. They were having an exhibit featuring the pottery of Ogata Kenzan. I am normally not a fan of pottery, but these pieces were very nice. After walking through the exhibit I went down to the gift shop and bought a phat poster called "Dreaming of Immortality in a Thatched Cottage" by Tang Yin as well as 365 Buddhist Inspirations. Today's was fitting:

Enlightenment - that magnificent escape from anguish and ignorance - never happens by accident. It results from the brave and sometimes lonely battle of one person against his own weaknesses.

My weakness to is the right channel in my ear buds.

After the Freer I went to the Hirshorn Museum. They also had a very appropo exhibit, Minimalism. It's almost like they know I have been talking recently of such things. There was also an exhibit on H.C. Westermann, who does amazing wood carvings. All in all, a good day for art.

Then I had sushi with Luther and Sadowski. Turns out that I have unusual equipment for success and I should use it properly.

Life, yay! Whoopie!

I woke up just in time to go to the chapel and hear some accapella, but alas, Cowboy and I could not afford both food and the concert. Since we were both starving the choice was clear. Chicken and Cashew Nuts.

The Nile by John Beasly Greene

One of the few pictures of Greene's that I was able to find was "The Nile." Oddly enough, my history of photography professor had mentioned in his reply that it was one of Greene's best. "It is a fantastic minimalist image." I have to agree, it might even be better than the one that I was originally inquiring about. It reminds me of early chinese / japanese landscape paintings, but its a photograph from 1853. Which reminds me that it is time for me to make a pilgrimage to the Freer Gallery and it fucking sucks that I no longer have my camera.

In Sports Psychology I got my exam back from Friday and even though I was not completely sure how many daughters the teacher had or what the longest running TV show was, I still got an 'A'. I was at a disadvantage because I did not hear the "anecdotes" from the first week and a half of class, since at that point I was still in Human Sexuality. Not to mention the fact that there is no book in the class, so I had no clue what was covered. Either way, I relied on my previous (real) psychology classes to provide the answers.

The highlight of the day was my History of Photography class. We discussed the early exploration of the Nile by photographers like John Beasley Greene. The images lacked some clearity, but the compositions more than made up for it. I tried to find the shoots that really tickled my fansy on the internet, but I came up empty handed. So, I emailed the professor.

When I got back from class I did some work on my site. I needed to fix a lot of page titles, so that the search results were a little more illuminating. I am amazed at the amount of work I had to do outside of the search pages to get the feature working well. The best is the "hidden layout" of the Asymmetric Reflections sub pages. Using CSS and Javascript, the same page will display completely differently based on the URL. This allows me to display the just the content of the subpage when it is loaded in an Asymmetric Reflections IFRAME, while when you go to the stand alone page a header, navigation, and dividers appear. I think its cool.

Mom came up for lunch and chatting today. It was the first time that I have seen her since winter break. We went to Bennigan's for lunch, briefly went to RCI, and then cut the day short because of the work I needed to get done. It was a good time, as is usual.

Now it is time for MD vs VA. Tonight is the last game in Cole Field House. The Terps are looking to go undefeated at home. If this happens, the last bottle of Champagne will be uncorked.

Most of the time that I was doing work I was listening to last night's party mix. It might have been the only thing sicker than I was. And I was pretty sick. It got me excited to work on my new mixes, in particular the rap and instrumental mix. I ended the night by lunching out with Deepak and Outkast.

I am finally kicking the bucket after a long day. The single longest point was dinner. It was a vicious match between me and some soup and salad. I should atleast eat well tomorrow, mom is coming up. Should be a good time, though she has already asked that I do not drink myself into obvilion before hand. I am not sure.

I have never really listened to parents.

I'm aight. Well, I am as good as anyone can be who wakes up on the floor and cannot remember any part of the previous night.

I rarely throw big parties, but when I do watch out I am a mad man. I bought four bottles of champagne, two thirty packs, and a handle of Captain Morgan. Invited a good group of people over, including Pete Binkowski from s-bury. I know Pete was here, because he was on the floor next to me when I woke up, but that is about all I know. He filled me in on a couple of details. Turns out I got sick, a couple of times. Go me. I am a big fat fool. Oh well, I am guessing I had a good time. I hope everyone else did too.