Daily Update

I left work rather early yesterday. I was on my way to the USC campus to attend a
lecture presented by the great Rem Koolhaas. I was so depressed on the drive over;
I felt like i was going to let you, my audience, down by not being involved with the
Great Tuesday/Thursday Race night. But never fear, I found a way to suceed for you.
I wasn't able to make it to the Brentwood racetrack, instead I had to display my
quality on the Interstate. There were cars everywhere. Already at 4pm it was the
beginning of rush hour. I was like both Frogger, and Q-bert (in case you remember
that really old cheezy video game). Hopping from lane to lane, dashing thru the
seams of the fabric like traffic. One thing I really hate when on the freeway is
when other cars pass me. This isn't always the best attitude to have, but its true.
I'm worse than a New Yorker when it comes to cutting people off. I've seen people
slide into the tightest of spaces just like they were pulling into a parking stall.
The first time I saw that I decided that I needed to be just like them. so on a day
like this I put my new talent to the test. I took full advantage of my Utah licence
plates. For me its like a pass to drive like I own the road. (I'll be sad to shed
this free-pass status in two months when I have to let California know 'I'm here' as
I register my car.) I made pretty good timing and only had to dodge two people in
the emergency lanes.

On campus the lines to get into the auditorium were rediculously long. I was a
grad-student with an attitude when I attended that school, so you can only imagine
my 'holier-than-thou' attitude which I still had. I immediatly went to the front of
the line, then worked my way backward slowly, looking for people I knew, all while
avoiding the few teachers that might have wanted to kick me out of line. Luckily I
found two guys from my class who were only a hundered people back. I quickly took
my new spot in line, and then started letting other people I knew in as well. Its
the rules of the 'Lunch-line', I don't make them, I just go along with them.

The lecture was interesting. 'Remie', as I like to call him, was funny. He told all
the students that they'd never make any money, and compaired salaries of architects
to every other sucessful carrear in the world. Depressing.

Afterwords I hung out with some of my school buddies, and ran into a former teacher
(she was also the director of the graduate program there). It was funny. Lets just
say, I may or may not have been one of the problem children for her. But hey, I had
an opinion, a purpose, and a goal; and I shared it with her... Quite often actually.
My intentions were to better the school and its functionality, but some might
consider that being a 'pain in the ass'. So we were just chatting for a bit, but
then me and my buddy decided to ask her if she's been able to address our list of
demands from the first year that we were there yet. (she's still working on it).
The school is getting better as time goes on, and with a dean in place, that should
help lots. We were talking her ear off for about 35 min before we all decided to
part. She invited us back to help with admissions of some of the new students and
to help in a few other ways, sense we had so many great ideas on how the school
could be better, so thats positive.

At Jeff's house we just watched TV and made fun of everyone. Then we somehow talked
jeff into making a Pineapple upside-down cake at 10:30 pm. It wasn't healthy, but
man was it GOOD. I'm also going to force him to make pancakes for the kids on
Saturday before the move :)

I'm listening to Twisted Sister sing a cover of the Rolling Stones. Its a
'hair-band' rock n roll day at work.

Lunch was sponsored by the local Hawaiian BBQ place.