or at least measurable measures. or maybe i need some immeasurable measures to change this.
bgarmisa.vox.com
i've decided to use vox as my main blog for the time being. i'm asking livejournal friends of mine to comment on my vox rather than lj. if you're reading this at bengarmisaphoto.com/blog/ right now, then there's nothing you need to worry about. if you're reading my livejournal, you're only reading a cross-posted excerpt of what i've posted on vox. if you don't know what vox is, check out vox.com--it's made by sixapart (the same people behing livejournal and is actually a lot nicer all-around as well as much easier to use. i'm a big fan of the mobile client, mostly because i can use it as a quick way to post photos and other such things from my treo--very nifty.
other than that, i'm back in chicago (actually, i have been for a week or so now). damn, everyone's 21 now. i half expected this year to be weird for everyone, but it seems much more mundane than that. a, the person, moved into a very swanky roger's park apartment with two very cool girls. her 21st bday was quite intense, the eve of which we spent at a couple of blues bars downtown until they both closed, first at 2 then the next at 4. next it was dinner with her family--i think that was the 5th year i've been there (excepting 2 years ago)-- and then her wine and cheese party. very cool. we (a, the person, has quite a few friends who wanted to go in) got her a wine cooler and about 20 bottles of wine, ranging in price--and then i unknowingly opened the most expensive bottle. go me. anyway, fun times for all--after passing out for an hour or so, j, j, t and i went to the wiener's circle right before it closed and were thoroughly offended by virtue of not being insulted.
non-sequiter of the day: does a song have to have the same lyrics in order to be considered a cover? if reinterpreting the music is what people consider a cover, why can't someone (me) reinterpret both the music and the lyrics, or just the lyrics and call it a cover? answer this question without showing a bias towards either an affirmative or a negative response.
just something to keep an eye on: Shelly Parker et al v. District of Columbia, case No. 04-7041.
yet another thing to check up in a few months: my life. maybe by then i'll sleep a few hours a night. also, one would hope that by then my lackluster self-discipline will have caught up with my innate ability to create amazing works of art from thin air, which will itself lead to a spontaneous creation of nihilistic ambiguity bursting forth from the fertile womb that both can't comprehend and doesn't care.
finals are coming up this week, and they couldn't come at a better time, as i only have to get my life in a car this weekend and move 600 miles away. i'm pretty sure that this will be the worst semester of my college career. good news is that i think i can still get 3 b's, which was looking unlikely 2 weeks ago. i swear at some point in my past i tried not to be a good student, but now that i try hard and work hard, this is just frustrating. i'm not happy with having manic semesters (not psychologically, my dears, grade-wise.) and then losing ground the next time around. i have excuses for it, to be sure, but who the hell cares?
the good news is that i'm 5 weeks away from the best experience i'll ever have.
other than that, i've lost my musical direction. i'll listen to anything. case in point: cloud cult, bedouin soundclash, mountain goats, alanis morissette (new stuff), and boogie down productions (80s hip-hop).
non sequiter of the day: 30 minutes of work and play to produce something i wish i hadn't. please disregard everything after the crescendo.
