Nonsense, Drivel, and Balderdash

I finally got the film from my camera developed this week. Most of the pictures did not turn out that well, in part because of my novice skills with the camera itself and party due to the very poor development quality. But a few good ones did turn out, so that is good. Most of these are from oxford, though a couple others are around as well: This is Magdalen college, seen as you walk out of town and towards my house Yours truly in a mirror. The walk to the english faculty library Buds and blossoms in the cementary The Gargoyles, waiting for the train to pick us up from singing at a 'posh' wedding. Ye ole mutton chops My sister and me A picture of David when he came to visit me in Oxford. This particular one was taken at the Tate museum of modern art in London though.

Kenny and I are on a plane. It is a jumbo jet, one of those big transatlantic flyers. For some reason it is filled with people I know; random people, many of whom I have not seen in years. I am talking about everyone from Daniel Jimenez, a guy I knew in high school and in Kings Kids, to Dorita Madre, the old lady from my church in Spain that heads up the prayer chain. It is dark, they have turned off the lights and people are asleep. I am sitting (get ready for this) between Kenny and Francisco Franco, the former dictator of Spain. Throughout the flight all three of us have been chatting. At one point I suddenly need a pen, probably to fill out a landing card or something. Franco has a pen sitting on his open tray table. Being that we had been chatting amiably, even joking around, I pick up the pen to use for a second. The old dictator freaks out. He stands up in the aisle and starts raving about how I am a thief. Kenny and I are pretty stunned, but not as stunned as when he pulls out ...

Every so often I sit down, either with someone else or on my own, and consider my life and what I want to do with it. I do not mean what my 'destiny' or life vision or anything grand like that. I am talking about the little things, the side projects, the things that make me happy or excited to dream about. I usually make a list of goals. Most of them are attainable or possible and I would like to attain them within the next 10 years. I figured I'd share them with you: - Live on a 'new' continent for an extended period of time: By extended period of time I mean over a year or two at least. If not, I'd go for living on a two for a year each hehe. So far I have only lived in North America and Europe. That leaves Africa, Asia, South America and Oceania. I would prefer not to live in Antartica for 2 years if I can help it. - Get something published: It doesn't have to be a best seller. It doesn't even have to be a novel. A short story, an article, or poem in...

- Homophones are fun. Eye think that aye should right like this four ever. Words r moor fun inn this whey. Jest imagine how grate simple lyrics could bee: "Eye can't take my aye's off of ewe"... of coarse it knead knot jest bee won kind. With sum thyme wheel bee abel two come up with moor: "Aye, can't take my I's off of yew." Butt I guess it all depends wear your taut too speak and what yore accent was torque to u. - I was in the airport the other day and a stern voice came on over the loudspeaker: "Do not leave your baggage unattended. Any baggage found unattended will be confiscated and destroyed!" For some reason the image of the airport security taking people's bags when they were distracted and then burning them quickly with flamethrowers came to mind and I laughed. And yes, it was around 2 in the morning. -There is a billboard on some buses in oxford that tries to advertise a plastic surgery clinic. It has two huge watermelons on ...

I am back in Oxford. My spring break travels are done and I am back in England for the last stretch. In two months I will have not only finished with Oxford, but with college in general. I will, for the first time since I was 5 years old, be out of school. That is pretty mind blowing. Being a student is all I have known really. Soon I will be a workin' man and my days of pouring over books will be done, or at least they will for a while, it is possible that I will go on to get my masters somewhere down the road, but for next year I will be working. I am pretty excited about next year. Being is spain for this past time whetted my appetite for next year. I am looking forward to going back. I have a feeling some good times are in store for me. My travels were pretty good. The easiest way to share the pictures is just to direct you to this link: My Amsterdam, Brussels and Brugges pictures . My verdict on the different places is as follows: Amsterdam: I wasnt a fan. People try to sell ...

I am in Spain again. It is past midnight and I am sitting in the dark, in my old room. It is strange to think of it as my room, because though it is, I have not really lived here for a while. If one were to look around it, at the walls and shelves, in the drawers and on the desk, it would be hard to prove that I have been alive for the past 4 years. Only some new books and CDs have joined the rest of the stuff that litters a room that has otherwise been frozen in time since I left for college. My bits and pieces, my recent clothing, my newly accumulated junk all lies scattered across the globe and my old room has gone from being a functional living space to a storageplace for my memories. So here I sit in the dark, enjoying a feeling I have not had in a while: it is hot in here. A dry natural heat stored up from a warm spring day in Spain. 3 days ago I was still a coat wearing kid, rambling up and down the cobblestone streets of a cold Oxford; a city that was still trying to shake off ...