Discourses from the Cauldron

Well, here we go... my first blog entry evaaaaa. I dont know what to say.. i didn't think this day would ever come. Im also not sure if i will ever post again. It depends on how this goes. Just for the record, blog is a weird/cool word. well, here goes...

Things on my Head... That is the name of a video blog that I found on you tube. Titles of somea few of this guy's video blogs include, Notebook, Hammer, Hamlet (in Klingon)... I watched a few of his videos... Ya, he is just balancing that crap on his head. And why does this guy even own a copy of Hamlet in Klingon.
http://www.youtube.com/user/thingsonmyhead&rclk=cth#p/u/1/8LyZP8-a_iE
Look it up. It is weird.
Oh wait... this one is the most awkward:
http://www.youtube.com/user/thingsonmyhead&rclk=cth#p/u/14/Aoh-vjkqmmk

Crayola's Law: "The number of colors doubles every 28 years"

Isn't it beautiful

This Sunday while some friends were over at our house, an iphone was brought out to grease the wheels of our social interaction. While messing around we discovered the bubble wrap app. Snap. Snap. Snap. That was the sound that it made as we blissfully popped the bubbles. As much fun as it was, it was not the same as the real thing. Apple products can only provide you with fun and never true Joy. Joy can only be achieved in the real world or PCs. I digress. Bubble wrap popping sparked a crackling fire inside of my heart. This fire consumed a small piece of heart. After this piece burned into ash, the flames left me with a hole in that corner of my heart. I thought this hole would never be filled, but tonight it was. When I came home from school, I entered my room and to my suprise I found a brand new roll of real-life bubble wrap. Joy and exclamations of glee shortly followed. This was followed by gratitude towards Bo and Bri. One could not ask for better roommates.

During the first week of The Cauldron's existence, it's residents raised the topic of stand-up comedy. It was decided that one day in the future, we would have a night dedicated to making each other laugh. The time was not established and I feared that, like too many good ideas, it would slip through the cracks and be lost amidst the waves of life.

Last night while reading an article titled "Psychology as Philosophy" ( a dry little ditty about the validity of psychology as a science), a few of my roommates pleasantly interrupted my reading with an announcement. They desired to set a date for our open mic night. The joy that filled my soul overflowed into the cockles of my heart. I was pleased. Now the anticipation of this event drives me to be a better person... or at the very least, a funnier person.

After staying up until 3:30 in the morning writing a commentary on a Journal Article concerning the importance of studying music in a social context, I now sit, four hours of sleep and 3 hours of class later. As I rest in the balcony above the G-mac pool, I listen to "It's Raining Men" and watch people participate in water aerobics. I am inclined to study this phenomena and discover the reasons that one would (a) participate in such an activity and (b) participate in it more than once a week. I have 11 pages of readings that would say that studying this would be important. After 25 years of nagging curiosity, I have finally realized that some situations should not be questioned. This is not because the answers may be unpleasant or unattainable. It is because if we knew why we would even entertain the thought of listening to "It's raining Men" while aqua-sizing, we would likely avoid such situations and humanity would lose some great moments of spectator amusement.
Therefore, I publicly thank senior citizens for their choices in Tuesday morning activities and research psychologists for keeping us in the dark.

my favorite memory of teef is when his car broke down.... and then he told dave. and then dave told teef. da end

It begins