2ndclepunkbuddha

Today I did something that I have not done in a very long time.  For some reason, since I was feeling nostalgic and rather disconnected from the outside world due to lack of a phone and because I was waxing on just said nostalgia in the last blog, I got it into my head that I was going to go someplace that I hadn't been to in a long time, the mall. I hadn't been in one in quite a while unless it happened to be nearby another place I was going to patronize (ex. Chipotle's).  Quite honestly, I have no reason to go there anymore.  I have resigned myself to the post skinny hipster wardrobe - I buy my clothes off the rack rather than dig them out of the garbage or Salvation Army bins, but I long since decided that I would be sending a much stronger message by wearing what I already own more.  When I was a kid, it seemed that malls were places that kids went to.  Do they still?  Granted it was the middle of a weekday and not a Friday or Saturday night, but I di...

Last Friday night I was on a road trip to visit a friend in Pittsburgh.  When I got within spitting distance of my location, my phone suddenly went haywire.  Someone had sent a text and the GPS switched over back to the main screen to receive the text message.  I attempted to switch the phone back to the GPS only to have it crash.  Fortunately I recognized enough landmarks (ex. the IKEA store on the hill) to know where I was and had his address written down on a piece of paper to get the correct location and arrived safely within a few minutes.  This was the first time I had spent a weekend without a phone in a very long time, and Verizon told me they would send a new one via FedEx this coming week. It made me think that not too long ago we were living in an age without said technology and the aids it gives us.  How many of you remember the facts that: If you had to make a phone call, you were tethered to a wall, all phones had rotary dials, and were le...

Grades have now been posted.  I am happy for the most part.  Two As, a C and a lost cause.  The lost cause had been lost for a long time, I accept it and take my lumps for it.  Life goes on, and things won't be any better or worse than they were before.  It is the one A, however, that gives me pause and shall be the object of reflection. On the first day of said class (whose name I will not name publically because I AIN'T CRAZY), the teacher did not show up.  The famous fifteen minute rule was applied.  I asked the fourty some people in the room to not simply walk away, but to take this piece of paper I had ripped out of my notebook, sign it with a "We were here" type note, then have someone deliver it to the English department.  Afterward we got an email titled "Yikes!" with a blast note from the teacher with some excuse as to why she did not show that day.  This, however, set the tone for the rest of the class's duration.  A red flag...