Origin

At first there was nothing new to recount. Then I couldn’t think of what to say. Some time later I fought an inward struggle, lamenting on what I would do were I not accepted into graduate school. Soon after, I was accepted. Since then, I’ve had my keester handed to me countless times while blundering through my first semester. Now, I bask in victory. Maybe in the near future I’ll have something profound to say. Not yet though.

One month and one week remains of my undergraduate career. One month and one week of sheer combustible energy that not only must be healthily mustered but properly directed. As I look forward to more application deadlines, tougher training sessions, longer morning jogs, weight lifting sessions, research conundrums, cram fests and fits of exhaustion, I marvel at how indefinable time is.

To prepare for the onslaught, I decided to start today in relaxation which denotes one thing; washing my car. Though fresh into its 7th year of existence, and taking on a few sunspots to boot, my car deserves a good bath like any other and for some inexplicable reason, a sponge, hose, bucket and 6-gauge nozzle usher tranquility. While my efforts will be rendered futile given a week of Florida’s pollen and lovely avian life, the quiet of the morning and gorgeous weather make it a fair deal.

Soap and suds aside, a new source of inspiration to successfully accomplish my goals has appeared:

I shall see TOOL perform in the Amway Arena on May 31st.

Avoiding important tasks is one of my few specialties, which also happen to include losing mechanical pencils but that’s not particularly important at the moment. What is essential is the 38 degree weather threatening my very existence in the usually habitable state of Florida. So while I should be finishing up various assignments and running errands, I’m idly surfing the web in my cozy room. For no particular reason, well perhaps out of sheer curiosity, I googled a certain wheel cleaner that I bought for my Saturday’s fill of washing and detailing both my car and my mother’s, while at home for the weekend. Of the abundance of pages that came up, one in particular directed me to the WordPress blog of a fellow whose post focuses on cleaning and detailing. And so began my fascination with WordPress. Here I type before you; a convert. Bah. (That’s my sheep impersonation.)

Kahu