rainy days ahead

today i'm headed to lewes, delaware, to play at henlopen. i'm going in theory with ambush, but we were crazy short-handed so we picked up a couple of women and now have i think 10. so, who knows. i'm driving down tonight from newark airport (ugh). it's supposed to rain all weekend. that'll be 2 for 2 in cold, wet, muddy tournaments. maybe my season is cursed. i bet it's the red laces.

last night, after a nice (and super-filling!) dinner with corey, i talked to natalie for over an hour. she agreed to write my peace corps "close friend" recommendation, which made me very happy. i miss her tons, since she's one of maybe two or three women i maintained close relationships with from college. but, as always, we hatched a hairbrained plot to end up in DC - she at gw, i at georgetown - and live together. even though it's 4 years down the road, it's still nice to hope.

there's some blogger glitch that keeps the columbia-hosted folks' blogs from updating on my work computer. so goose and stoops, i can't read your blogs at work. sad. i don't know how to fix it. i check them all the same, though...

blogs are such strange things. like superpowers, they can be used for good or evil. the idea of using a blog as a personal journal still weirds me out--a public private journal? it's an inherent contradiction, and those are the worst kind. of contradictions, i mean. not necessarily blogs.

moving along in that train of thought, i have to analyze this blog. why do i write here? some of my posts are (as you might have noticed) political or social commentary that is (a) venting, (b) information for my less-aware friends, and (c) practice writing. others are just posting links for the entertainment of others. some are chronicles of my trips, also mostly for the benefit of others who i know what to read about them, but also again as writing practice. then there's the occasional brainfart, where i just ramble on about something that's important, or annoying, or trivial, or fun, and those i guess i write for myself.

i kept a journal on my computer for most of my senior year (maybe earlier too, i haven't looked at it in a while). it was the longest i'd been able to maintain a personal writing mechanism. obviously, based on the experience of this blog, i get tired of things quickly and let them go. but, just like i came back here, i'll probably end up back in that journal too. it's where i write things that i don't want to talk to anyone about. if it goes in there, it doesn't go anywhere else. when i don't write in it, it's because i don't have anything to say.

i love my friends. i love them. i love them. i love them. mara. mike. corey. mikeliu. natalie. dave. austin. abhay. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou. don't ever go away, okay?