I went running in the rain tonight. It was a beautiful experience, well I have decided to remember it as a beautiful experience. The rain adds so much to running, particuarly tonight's rain. It was that wonderous type of rain that's far more substantial than a drizzle but not as overwhelming as a downpour. This perfect sort of rain made the ordinary trek twice around my street into a fantastic adventure.

Everything takes on a great aural quality when it rains. The street lights bounce of wet cars with this twinkley energy, and the ordinary event of a car driving by becomes a near-death experience. On several occasions a car came rambling up behind me and I had to leap onto the curb to avoid an inglorious death. All the while my feet are shoes are barely on the ground as they're being lubricated by the fun mixture of rain water and motor oil. So with these slippery-soled shoes I'm constantly trying to stay catch my breath while avoiding a collision with a wet automobile. It was fantastic.





If you can experience Hallelujah, Buckley or Cohen, and not feel something there is definitely something wrong with you.

It's been a long time since my last post. This is probably one of the longest stretches between posts in the history of notsonovel. I guess I've been busy. By busy I mean working and eating and tiny bits of school. Mostly I've been trying to cut myself out of the red-tape that surrounds me and most other transfers. Getting TAP certified for ucla took two solid days of running between the dean's office, my counselor, and the honors coordinator. At first the fact that I had taken french in high school was the problem, then Univ. of Iowa credits became a HUGE problem, and finally my AP credits grew into a beast of burden. For some reason I kept asking myself if it was really all worth it. Supposedly I'll know in April if it was worth it, but I'm highly skeptical about that April date, May seems like much more of a possibility. And even then, even if I get in, I don't know if it will be worth it. I won't ever know if it's all been worth it since I can't go back and experience the alternative. But in about 10 months I'll have a really good idea if I made the right choice.

The future is overrated, so is clarity. I wanted to give some insights into the universe (you know, try something new), but nothing's coming to me. Oh well. I shall just randomly type until the Superbowl starts. Eventually I'll come up with something, or maybe not. Maybe not.

I've been staring at the sun and standing in the sea for way too long.

Being the next Seymour Hersh seems like a great and suitable goal for me. I'll be working with that as my 'plan for the future.' Note: You've gotta say 'PLAN FOR THE FUTURE' while raising your first and gazing up at the sky.