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Sep. 5th, 2005 @ 12:16 am hello again everyone
Talcott 306, ladies and gentlefolk.

Leave your room number if you would like me to stop by and say howdy.
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dd2guy
Sep. 5th, 2005 @ 12:37 am guess who's back, back again
Current Mood: destroyed
Current Music: drunk strangers laughing outside my window
I'm home. 20 hours of no sleep and vaguely zombie-like, but I'm home. Woo!

Due to a late-discovered error in my plane ticket, I ended up flying back to Oberlin later than scheduled (I was supposed to come back Saturday evening). Upside: Upgrade to buisness class, which was damn sweet--three-course meals, lots of legroom, priority at the baggage carousel. Downside: Eight-hour stopover in San Francisco as I waited for the midnight redeye flight to Cleveland. Staying eight hours in San Francisco didn't seem too bad because I didn't realize it would require going over 26 hours without sleep. Fortunately I found a nice, quiet place to nap--the Berman Meditation Room, a naturally lit public lounge designed explicitly for the purpose of contemplating of the meaning of life. Spent a surreal afternoon in Millsbrae, a town unremarkable in pretty much every aspect aside from its closeness to the airport. I walked along miles of road dotted with empty white tents--ghostly specters of an upcoming Labor Day town fair, ruminating about things that I could probably remember if my synapses weren't failing me every five minutes.

Andy is a pretty cool roommate, and Talcott is (as always) a splendid and beautiful dorm. I have a feeling we will get along just fine. Now I just need to muster the effort to get out of my room and get to know new people instead of perpetually moping about how all my friends end up on medical leave. New friends: do not contemplate suicide and drop out of school. I have just met you--you are not allowed.

Sorry I didn't get to hang out with most of you today. Between the sleep dep, the jet lag, the nausea, and the various other mild irritations to my body resulting from sudden displacement from one climate to another, I am surprised I am still capable of conscious thought. I did get a lot of unpacking done, however, which is bizarre because I distinctly remember being too tired to open a single box.
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dd2guy
Sep. 5th, 2005 @ 09:43 am it's still the end of the world as we know it
Current Mood: ...
News clip from Fox News's segment on New Orleans last Friday. From Erica's journal.

When ultra-liberal websites start posting newsclips from ultra-conservative news channels (banned in Canada!), you know something is wrong.

When Geraldo Riveira and Shepard Smith completely abandon all semblance of serious, stoically optimistic journalistic professionalism and go absolutely apeshit on camera, you know that "wrong" does not even begin to adequately address the situation.

For once, holding a baby up to the camera and crying is not sensationalism. This has gone beyond party lines and beyond politics and beyond trying to attack or defend the reputations of the people responsible for getting help to New Orleans. It's not about pointing fingers, it's about opening palms. This is hell on earth, hell too close to the rest of America for even America's formidable media engine to water down or spin.

Compare this with images and stories from the typically ultra-liberal Los Angeles Times, which prominently features convoys of food trucks and legions of National Guardsmen and the rare story of rescue (usually of white middle-class folk, by white middle-class citizens of neighboring towns), and goodness, I have the urge to go down there myself just to find out what the hell is going on. But I doubt I'd find any answers. Only bodies.
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dd2guy
Sep. 5th, 2005 @ 01:55 pm welcome home
Current Music: Fatboy Slim - First Down
Jet lag's gone. Man, that was quick.

Feels so good to be around familiar faces again, friends and acquaintances and strangers. The social smile I put on around strangers is not so fake this year, for it is wonderful to be around people who speak my language. For the first time in months I do not feel alone.

I've got a great room, an exceptionally cool roommate, and some damn promising classes. Pandemic of disappearing friends aside, this is looking to be a good year.

I spent this afternoon walking around campus with a brown paper bag. Inside was an unopened jar of creamy peanut butter. Do not ask the obvious question.

Completely irrelevant aside: Anyone ever wonder what the movie trailer voiceover guys look like? Wonder no more.
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Sep. 5th, 2005 @ 02:43 pm bush's relief efforts in new orleans staged?
Current Mood: utter disbelief
Current Music: milwaukee youth center choir - red robot
Someone please tell me this isn't true.

Sketchy second source.
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