"It's a goddamn impossible way of life."

There are times when I really wish I knew where the hell Cory was. These times occur when I find something that he would really like or come upon a piece of knowledge that he would find particularly useful. This time it's The Band but more specifically Robbie Robertson. Not only is Robertson one of the sweetest, most badass guitarists I've ever seen, he had a style Cory would totally be bonered up over. Beyond that though he has some words of wisdom that I could see Cory getting excited over, entranced by, falling victim to something like the short quote below, which does Robertson absolutely no justice because the context in which it was said was profound and very meaningful. Despite my best judgement I decided to insert it below. I love the last two sentences. Totally badass.

"The road was our school, giving us a sense of survival, taught us all we know, there's not much left that we can really take from the road, we've had our share of--or maybe it's just superstitious... no, you can press your luck, the road has taken a lot of the great ones: Hank Williams, Buddy Holly, Otis Redding, Janis, Jimmy Hendrix, Elvis. It's a goddamn impossible way of life. No question about it."

"We let the runners win."

So it goes.

Oh God it's Cleveland and Bob Hope

With certain seasons come certain habits and desires and on the short winter days I find myself drawn to listening to my records. I usually listen to Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy and Smog, a bit of Bob Dylan and Neil Young—all very warm and comforting, like home. It is unfortunate, then, that my receiver remains dismantled in the shop of a friend of Tim’s. The cost to rectify my hasty mistake: $250. This is also the estimated cost of a new windshield. The decision is clear. So instead of enjoying the crackle and pop of vinyl under a nicely broken-in stylus, I have to listen to my iPod through an alarm clock thing with one speaker…Needless to say it sucks.

I’ve been reading Slaughterhouse—Five and though it’s been a bit since I’ve read Vonegut I fell right back into it, easily, nearly habitually. I was pleasantly reminded of how much I enjoy his style of writing compared to others such as Melville. Vonegut’s grammar is simple but the theory behind this work—and much of his other stuff—can be quite complicated. He is a brilliant satirist (satire happens to be my favorite) and I find myself laughing from time to time at his dry sense of humor. I am very grateful I stumbled upon this little book. It’s nice to not have homework for a while, the absence of it allows for more spontaneous indulgence and relaxing afternoons.

Things with Paul (not Chipotle Paul, NIPP Paul) are going well.

I’m looking forward to a ski trip George and I planned with her brothers; I’m waaay pumped.

Ron is coming home; I’m very pumped to have lunch with him at Chipotle.

Pat’s was good this weekend—thank god.

BTW Family Guy is hilAAArious.

Final Grades....

Interpersonal Communication: A
Masterpieces of Literature: B
Principles of Microeconomics: A

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