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  <updated>2007-01-09T09:18:11Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:recogitates:23153</id>
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    <title>late nights</title>
    <published>2007-01-09T09:18:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-09T09:18:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow... That was me: &lt;a href="http://superboy480.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://superboy480.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last kiss: Brittany&lt;br /&gt;- last good cry: during Scott's hearing, but I wouldn't say that was a good cry&lt;br /&gt;- last movie seen: Terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;- last book read: Fuck... I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;- last cuss word uttered: I don't know. Probably shit.&lt;br /&gt;- last beverage drank: Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;- last food consumed: Chipotle burrito&lt;br /&gt;- last crush: Angelina&lt;br /&gt;- last phone call: Adam&lt;br /&gt;- last TV show watched: Some show on the Food Network&lt;br /&gt;- last time showered: around 3pm&lt;br /&gt;- last shoes worn: Adidas Sambas&lt;br /&gt;- last CD played: CD? Foo Fighters first album. On computer: Ben Kweller&lt;br /&gt;- last item bought: coffee&lt;br /&gt;- last downloaded: Alberta Foundation grant proposal form&lt;br /&gt;- last annoyance: myself&lt;br /&gt;- last disappointment: Adam&lt;br /&gt;- last soda drank: Dr Pepper&lt;br /&gt;- last key used: house key&lt;br /&gt;- last word spoken:&lt;br /&gt;- last sleep: my Houston bed, until noon&lt;br /&gt;- last IM: Anna&lt;br /&gt;- last sexual fantasy: Meg&lt;br /&gt;- last ice cream eaten:&lt;br /&gt;- last time amused: &lt;br /&gt;- last time in love: All the time&lt;br /&gt;- last time hugged: Greeting Dad&lt;br /&gt;- last time scolded:&lt;br /&gt;- last lipstick used: Chapstick&lt;br /&gt;- last underwear worn: Currently blue boxer-briefs&lt;br /&gt;- last bra worn:&lt;br /&gt;- last shirt worn: White Volcom shirt&lt;br /&gt;- last time dancing: Halloween, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;- last show attended: Mates of State&lt;br /&gt;- last web page visited: Lifehacker</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:recogitates:23021</id>
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    <title>My digital life, consolidated</title>
    <published>2007-01-02T07:38:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-02T07:38:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Screening Room &lt;a href="http://www.american.edu/atv/shows/thescreeningroom/"&gt;http://www.american.edu/atv/shows/thescreeningroom/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google Video &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=jeffrey+buras"&gt;http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=jeffrey+buras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last.fm &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/jeffyb"&gt;http://www.last.fm/user/jeffyb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook &lt;a href="http://american.facebook.com/profile.php?id=7403588"&gt;http://american.facebook.com/profile.php?id=7403588&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old and busted &lt;a href="http://nw01.american.edu/~jb5489a/photography.html"&gt;http://nw01.american.edu/~jb5489a/photography.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just need a portfolio site</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:recogitates:22586</id>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2006-12-19T04:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-19T08:26:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-19T08:26:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mom showed me some promotional materials from AU that she got from school.  I was really disappointed at how AU is selling itself.  Appalled even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things said something along the lines of "If you can't get into Georgetown and you don't like GW's campus, AU is for you!" I was disgusted.  I never even considered G-town or GW. I love AU, never even considered the others. How am I supposed to feel when the very school I love says "AU: a great back-up choice."? What kind of pride does that instill in current students like me? And how does that kind of perception inspire any kind of respect and pride in incoming students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AU's promotion also relies way too heavily on Washington DC.  It's a wonderful city, full of opportunities and events and pretty things, but AU said little about AU itself.  There is a wonderful campus community, full of amazing, friendly people.  There are so many things just on campus that would be awe-inspiring outside of being in DC. If I wanted to be some intern schmoe in DC, I could have gone to any college in the area.  Or I could gone to a state school, then moved to DC afterwards, living off of the money I saved. I came to AU because I saw great community of great people doing great things together.  Again, how are you supposed to get incoming students to see that if all you talk about it how close AU is to Capitol Hill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible.</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2006-10-14T01:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-14T05:14:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-14T05:14:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">went to Brother's tonight with sister. Such a great place.  I need to go there more often.  the bartendress is really cute.  Britanny is too. I went to Grant house but everyone was leaving.  Thank god for good music.</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-12-27T16:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-27T23:27:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-27T23:27:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[1] what did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;go to france, drive 1500 miles by myself, get a fake id&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what I resolved last year, but this year they include actually recording an album's worth of material, even if it sucks, and starting a show for ATV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] what countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;USA, England, France, Germany, Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] what would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;a girl who actually wants to date me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] what date(s) from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;the halloween party with katelyn, the 90s party at yuma house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] what was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;not really screwing up at all, learning CSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] what was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;not really accomplishing anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] did you suffer any illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;I got a killer sore throat at the very beginning of the year. I couldn't even talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] what was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;definately the ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] whose behavior merited celebration? &lt;br /&gt;Greg for being such a nice guy, Meg and Tania for being so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;stupid politically charged yet ignorant people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;calzones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] what did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;actually talking to katelyn and jessi, and the night that i discovered that every person that I think is cool at AU is from houston and they're all friends with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] what song will always remind you of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;i. happier or sadder? happier, but there's room for improvement&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? i don't change&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] what do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;be proactive, be more involved in some organization, make films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] what do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;procrastinate, follow things that are not connected to me in any way and will never be important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] how will you be spending christmas?&lt;br /&gt;spent with the family in france, mostly sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] did you fall in love in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;only in hyperbole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] how many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;none. I always come back for seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] what was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;degrassi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25] do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26] what was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Give Me A Break by John Stossel, Freakanomics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] what was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;the polyphonic spree, but it was seriously lacking this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28] what did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;a cool lamp, but then i returned it because it wouldn't fit in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29] what did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30] what was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;thumbsucker? maybe there was better, i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31] what did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;In February I went to class like regular and everyone wished me a happy birthday, and my sent me a cake that said "happy birthday ashley" and I bought myself this awesome remote control car and I got wasted and hung out in leah's room and got written up by her RA and my friends brought me balloons and leah and i made out. and i was 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32] what one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;friends who involve me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[33] how would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;lots of different shoes, khakis, and I've gone back to dickies, a mix of t-shirts, polos, and sweaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34] what kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35] which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;john stossel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[36] what political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;eminent domain, choice voting, people blaming politicians for natural occurances, people not blaming politicians for making the government even larger and more involved and making everyone's lives harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[37] who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Hannah sometime around january/february, the Marhsall kids after they left France, adam at georgetown, and my houston pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[38] who was the best new person you met? Katelyn, but technically i met her in '04, so probably Greg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[39] tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005: you can't take ANYTHING seriously or else you'll just get really depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[40] quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;br /&gt;"in a house with unlocked doors and I'm fucking lazy"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:recogitates:21677</id>
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    <title>Visual Literacy Photo Essay: A Narrative with Images</title>
    <published>2005-11-19T07:41:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-19T07:43:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://eagle2.american.edu/~jb5489a/photoessay/02toothbrush.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://eagle2.american.edu/~jb5489a/photoessay/04dinner.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://eagle2.american.edu/~jb5489a/photoessay/05movie%20theater.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://eagle2.american.edu/~jb5489a/photoessay/06coffee.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://eagle2.american.edu/~jb5489a/photoessay/07house.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://eagle2.american.edu/~jb5489a/photoessay/08bra.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://eagle2.american.edu/~jb5489a/photoessay/09candles.JPG" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:recogitates:21273</id>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-09-28T00:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T04:58:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T04:58:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">$3.29 for echilada sauce!?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:recogitates:21092</id>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-09-05T02:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-05T06:06:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-05T06:06:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my goodness, this is dead. maybe another time.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:recogitates:20770</id>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-08-29T02:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T06:31:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T06:31:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Leah: Your hair is long!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You've got a red streak in your hair!&lt;br /&gt;Leah: We're so scene!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:recogitates:20591</id>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-08-10T03:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-10T01:22:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-10T01:23:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">which is worse? being lonely when no one is around or being lonely when there's tons of people around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not depressed or anything; it's just an interesting question.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:recogitates:20230</id>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-08-09T00:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-08T22:47:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-08T22:47:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I considered deleting ALL of my music because I'm so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I quickly changed my mind. I could never do that.</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-08-01T22:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-01T20:44:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T20:44:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;JediMasterTanTan:&lt;/b&gt; plus im giving up AIM when i get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YouKnowMe Jeffy B:&lt;/b&gt; uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YouKnowMe Jeffy B:&lt;/b&gt; no AIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YouKnowMe Jeffy B:&lt;/b&gt; you realize the world WILL end</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-07-25T19:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-26T00:18:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-26T00:18:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm ready to go home.  Woops, I'm here for 3 more weeks.  Shit.&lt;br /&gt;     I used to ride my bike around alot, but once I had been over every meter of this city 20 times, it got old. And my butt started to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;     I can't make light conversation with anyone because they all speak fucking French and it's just too hard.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a class to learn French but it's rarely helpful for ordinary conversation and it's just miserable.  And it's taught in French. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;     I hang around with a group of West Virginians who are also taking the class.  They're fun, but maybe that's because they're the only people I can talk to.  They leave at the end of the week, so goodbye to the closest thing I have to friends.&lt;br /&gt;     I spend a lot of time on the internet because I have nothing better to do.  If I were at home (er..) this time would probably be spend playing/writing music or something like that, but I don't have a guitar here.&lt;br /&gt;     I got an iPod.  I've been listening to The Format alot. They seem like the only band I feel like listening to right now.&lt;br /&gt;     Today I found a bookstore with English books.  Before that, I was afraid I would have to settle for the DaVinci Code.   I haven't started reading yet, so maybe that will help.&lt;br /&gt;     Once this class ends, I want to travel, just to keep me busy.  I have some time left on my Eurail pass.  Doing it on the cheap would be really nice too.  I thought today that what I really want to do it ride my bike as far as I can, but that's probably not the safest idea.</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-07-21T13:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-21T11:09:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-21T11:09:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In french, there is no word for "fun".  I know why.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:recogitates:19403</id>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-07-18T17:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-18T21:17:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-18T21:17:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">blah.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:recogitates:19137</id>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-07-04T22:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-05T22:07:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-05T22:12:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I was thinking today.  I've become much more apathetic.  It's a mixed blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have changed:&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't read much anymore.  I used to blaze through a new book as soon as I got my hands on it, but now I do very little leisure reading.  And even when I do, I don't get caught up in them. I just read a few things every now and then with large gaps in between.&lt;br /&gt;2) Politically, I really don't care anymore.  I still hold the same views, but I just don't bother trying anymore.  It's an uphill battle really, and I just can't fight the same fights over and over.  I'm no activist.  I don't even know if I'll vote this year (well, the reasons for that are a little different).&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't listen to alot of new music.  I used to be a music fiend.  Due partly to the difficuly in acquiring new music, I just listen to the same stuff over and over.  It's quite troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't really play music anymore.  I guess once I got a roommate I didn't want to play guitar all the time.  And I don't have all my instruments with me, so it's tough to play.  Thus my skill and my creativity have declined.&lt;br /&gt;5) Things don't bother me as much.  I don't think people would call me emo now.  But that involves such an apathy. I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;6) On the bright side, I think I've acquired more of this strange thing they call "life experience."  I'm more knowledgable.  Then again, I don't have that same thirst for knowledge, as if I've reached my saturation point.&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm more outgoing, in my own shy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this means that I'm becoming brain-dead. I used to detest that. I still do, but I lack the initiative to make myself detest it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's all this French.  It's making me go insane.</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-07-03T15:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-03T20:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-03T20:36:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So okay it's been like 2 weeks since I came to France.&lt;br /&gt;My last night in Texas I went to see David play with Chrome 44 at the Engine Room with my crew and wow was it amazing.  I'm totally a fan now.  David is really really good. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Adam took me took the airport for the price of a tank of gas.  God bless the Exxon card I have that my parents pay for.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind traveling if you didn't have to sit in the same spot for hours with limited options for what to do.&lt;br /&gt;It was really really hot for a while here in Lyon.  I would try to sleep with the windows open, but I would still sweat.  And with the windows open I hear all the noise from the street (it's a noisy street) so I didn't sleep much the first week. And it got really lonely because I couldn't talk to anyone because no one speaks English and I didn't know what there was to do.  So I would just ride around on my bike, not being able to talk to people.  It got old quick.  I would go to the markets and stuff with my mom, but really that's not fun.&lt;br /&gt;But then I sped off to Munich to meet up with Catherine and it was the freakin most awesomest time ever.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: after my train was 2 hours late, and I couldn't find Catherine for an hour after I arrived, my dad calls and says to meet her at track 11.  There she was, freaking out, thinking I was dead or something.  I was a bit worried too, because I didn't know where we were staying.  So we checked in at the hostel and went out to dinner.  I got this pasta dish that was sooooooo bad.  I just couldn't eat it after so many bites.  Imagine really bad mac &amp; cheese. It was gross.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: We went on a bike tour.  The tour guide was this really cool Hawiian guy named Frankie.  It was a great tour.  We saw all these really nifty historical places.  And then we went to the English Gardens which is this huge park. And there we went swimming in the river and it was all kinds of awesome.  Then we had lunch at this beer garden in the park.  And in Munich they serve beer in these huge full liter glasses, so everyone on the tour was pretty tanked after lunch and it was really funny watching everyone try to ride a bike.  At another spot on the river, the way the water flowed it made a sort-of wave, so these surfers would go and ride it.  It was rad. So we finished the tour, Catherine and I got some food, then we met up with this group of people who were on the tour.  We met them at this beer garden that's so loud anyway, but apparently before we got there the group had been told to keep it down.  We thought it was funny.  So this English guy who was actually an intern in Munich at the time took us to an Irish pub and we were there for a long time and it was really fun.  When they closed down we wandered drunkenly around, taking pictures with Lion statues and the like.  We made our way to a McDonalds at one point.  They serve beer at McDonalds in Germany, which we thought was funny.  Then most people split up and we made it back to our hostel and called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: After sleeping into the afternoon, we went to the Olympic Park there.  It was a really nifty place, with some unusual architecture.  When it started to rain, we hopped into the BMW museum and checked that out. We ate lunch, we saw more of the olympic park.  I think we took a nap after that, chilled more at the English Gardens, went to dinner, that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: We had planned to go see the actual castle that's always at the beginning of Disney movies, but the weather was going to be bad, it cost alot of money, and we wanted to sleep in.  So later in the day we went to the science museum there, which was totally wicked.  It's absolutely huge, with the most elaborate displays that are all very hands-on and really fun to play with.  We were there for like 5 hours and we didn't even see a quarter of it.  We wanted to go see a movie at the Munich Film Festival, but it was all sold out, so we went to eat at a restaurant had potatoes in every dish they serve. Then we went to a beer garden.  At the beer garden, we run into none other than Frankie, the tour guide, with a bunch of people out on a nightlife tour.  So we joined them, went to two other places, had lots of fun, I got loaded, we took cab back, and promptly went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: We had lunch with the German girl who was the exchange student at our school last year.  Then we were going to go rent bikes, but it was raining. Instead we went to the new stadium where they're going to have the 2006 world cup.  It was righteous. It's made out of these inflatable plastic bags that have these lights in them and can turn all different colors. Marie (the German girl) was talking to the bike guy about it. He was really angry because it was built by an Austrian company. So this massive structure that is the pride of Germany for the World Cup was made by a bunch of Austrians.  We had dinner that night at Mexican restraunt because we thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: Around 2am these Australian guys start giving this guy from San Deigo a hard time because he farted and it really smelled. The ensuing conversation that lasted for about an hour longer (not totally about smelly farts) kept me awake, but it was fucking hillarious so I didn't mind at all.  Finally they stopped talking and I got some sleep. Catherine woke up early the next morning to get catch her flight, and after giving her a half-conscious hug goodbye, I rolled over slept more until about 10:30, packed my things, checked out, wandered a bit, got on my train, and arrived back in Lyon around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;What a trip. And tomorrow I start French classes.</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-07-03T07:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-03T11:21:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-03T11:26:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Bridget, you want to buy a computer?  Maybe I'm a computer elitist.  I don't get it.  Macs, PCs, whatever. Doesn't matter.  Macs are harder to fuck up, that is true.  But Windows is just as good as long as you know what you're doing. Most people don't, which I don't understand, then I feel like they're stupid, then I feel guilty for feeling like they're stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're doing anything multimedia-related (graphics, video editing, music, etc) Macs are a little better just because that's what everyone in the industry uses, then software is developed for the industry for Macs, then all the people in the industry need that software, into a cycle of Mac-buying multimedia people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Files can go between Macs and PCs just fine, so all your pictures and music are safe.  What matters are programs that support different types of files, so if you have lots of Word documents, you're gonna need to get Word for Mac.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programs are generally easier to use on Macs.  Probably because it takes more money to develop Mac programs, so it better be done right, and also because Macs have higher &lt;a href="http://developer.apple.com/documentation/UserExperience/Conceptual/OSXHIGuidelines/index.html"&gt;standards&lt;/a&gt; for usability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT if you do somehow mess up a Mac, you may have problems because less people know how to fix them. Keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of this is trivial to me because I use linux, which rocks, never crashes, and it's free free free free and updated all the time.  If you want to know about that (which you probably don't) I'm available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually I was in Munich at the time.  But I'm back in France now.</content>
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    <title>en lyon</title>
    <published>2005-06-20T02:25:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-20T02:25:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh, let's just say that sailing is almost as tiring as jetlag, from which i am suffering right now.  It's about 3 AM, and despite being dead tired a few hours ago, i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: So you gonna fuck some French chick?&lt;br /&gt;Me: We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Adam: That's probably the manliest conversation we've ever had.</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-06-15T23:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-16T04:12:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-16T04:12:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">soooo&lt;br /&gt;i'm done coaching sailing.... at the end of the week, when this camp is over.  It pays well and it's relatively fun, but there's just so much crap to handle.  It's not worth it.  And I need to work on films.  Cuz that's funner. &lt;br /&gt;I leave for France on Saturday and I can't wait. Screw this side of the Atlantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I nerd? Because every time I pass the sign that says "Seabrook, you'll love it." I can't help but think that there should be a colon there instead of a comma.&lt;br /&gt;"Seabrook: You'll love it."</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-06-07T20:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-08T01:34:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-08T01:34:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear George Lucas,&lt;br /&gt;You suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pal,&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-05-31T21:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-01T02:13:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-01T02:13:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm hungry, I don't have a car, and I live in the medical center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could use campusfood.com</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-05-31T14:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-31T19:51:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-31T19:51:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a random random dream last night, most of which I can't remember, but I'm going to try to make some kind of sense out of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Hannah and I are in a store, goofing around.  This part is real hazy, but she bought me a really nice shirt and then she kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next my parent's room from our house was across the hall from my dorm room at school.  They weren't there, but I was staying there.  I was trying to stay away from these people who were trying to kill either me or one of my relatives.  One of them had been caught already.  I told the police to grill this person Law &amp; Order style to figure out who was behind all this.  My mom fears that if we don't find out in time, my uncle, Jimmy, would be killed.  The person reveals some information.   My mom and I go up to the roof of a building where this person has set up this big circus-style light show and a hot air balloon.  We discuss who might be behind all of this, then we discover that these people trying to kill us have been relaying messages with this light show by flashing the lights at the sky and then can be deciphered using special equipment.  Then we're resting in the hot air balloon as it's floating along through New York City when we hear on the radio someone say something like "Attention hot air balloon with the broken beam, you are running out of air space.  If you need assistance, please tell us where you are."  I ask my mom if we should respond, she says to wait a minute.  I grab on to the side of a building so we stop moving.  The message comes over the radio again, and again, I ask my mom if we should respond.  Then my mom discovers that our hot air balloon does not have a broken beam and that it was a trick by the killer to find out where we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-05-27T02:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T07:23:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm going to sound like an asshole for saying this, but my intentions are not malicious:&lt;br /&gt;I was out having a nice root beer float tonight with Jenny.  Jenny... is not a person I like to be around.  But what's astounding is that people can tolerate her.  I don't mean that in a bad way.  What I mean is, here is a person who keeps on, and she seems to have friends, and she's doing her thing.  She's happy.  I think that's really a triumph for humanity.  A person like Jenny can have a successful life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I did sound like an asshole.  But what I intend to highlight is that we live in a world that is so dynamic.  For every person, there is a way.  It's a beautiful thing.</content>
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    <title>recogitates @ 2005-05-22T16:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T21:37:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">How can I be so pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have a few things to do, like renew my car registration, ew.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so lame and can't do anything other than things that suck.&lt;br /&gt;Alana, Becky, and Katie came over the other night.  We walked around downtown but not for long and just sat and talked for the rest of the night. &lt;br /&gt;And it is SO hot outside.</content>
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