inspired.

The best inspiration about orientation I have ever heard:

"Some people like cheese pizza. Almost everybody likes chocolate and vanilla ice cream. Me, well I like chocolate-raspberry ice cream. To me, it is awesome. Where am I going with this? Well... you can be one of two things. You can be just good for everyone... or you can be awesome for someone. Your job is to be the best YOU that you can be."
-Jason, OL '02

HoCo gone loco

Hot Corner is one of the staples of Athens. During the school year, the beloved coffee shop houses collegiate fratstars, hip townies and everyone in between... 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. On any given night... HoCo is bustling with activity: live shows, open mic nights, poetry readings... the atmosphere and ambiance is almost as thick as the smokers breath in the breezeway between The Quiet Room and the main lounge. Heck, HoCo recycles, rocks the mismatched couches and local art... AND sells coffee from the Daily Co-op all while playing appropriately indie tunes. It's an eclectic, hipster, new-age, free thinking, artsy-persons dream.

But one thing disturbs me, and I'm not sure why.

The bathroom, decked out with a fine vintage vanity, low lighting and fiercely pink walls... houses a motion-detecting paper towel dispenser. It seems so terribly odd.

i want a love like fireworks

Not only was this Fourth of July spectacular because we got to spend it with Dennis and his family... but it was also Hadas' first Independence Day as an official American and the third time this week we've had tailgate/cookout food for dinner.

the excitingness of pure being

Never read Gertrude Stein? You should. Basically... it's a poetry acid trip. Don't believe me? Read her poem "ROOMS" and you will have your mind blown. It's the equivalent of abstract painting- which a lot of people don't "get" but there is so much more than just "getting" it. Her word paintings explore "the excitingness of pure being"... which I can't explain but there you have it.

A good writer is constantly trying new things... so in attempts to be a good writer I put my hand to work on mimicking good ole Gertie. Here Goes. Think about it.

A PENCIL.

What were thoughts for forever on a timeless ticking surface. A branch of gold holds words inside. What was before was spread out after what was left to come or go. Permanence is petty since the whims of one pink might act accordingly. All can see the secrets all can know the knows. Had that gray been black it would be forever knowing.