We were riding in the car, and Kelly said, “I wish there was a service where you could enter what bands you listen to, and it would tell you which apartments you’ll like.” I thought that was a really good idea.

Man, I sure do like to race. I guess you could say I’m a racist.

So this is a business run by a guy that goes to my church. Because I’ve met him, I think his picture on the website is really funny. When I’ve talked to him he’s a pretty humorous, good natured guy, and he has a British accent. In the picture he looks like he’s negotiating to stop the Russians from dropping the bomb.

Hey, so there’s a new Camp Wrath Songbook on the site, but what’s even more exciting is I put up a new song. Go here to listen to “At the campfire pt. 2”. I originally recorded it for a special topics class I took on Kierkegaard. It’s ostensibly a reaction to Kierkegaard’s works, but it’s also an excuse to work on music. It was good because I had a deadline. Otherwise I don’t tend to get things done.

The mix is a little rough, and I’m hoping to post a better one later. I’m very happy with the song, though.

Dear Diary, this is pretty cool.

If you’ll recall, in the 90s there was an “exploratory adventure game” called Myst (I don’t know if that’s the genre it’s marketed under, but it seems appropriate). In one puzzle, the player has to turn on a pump which drains water from a sunken lighthouse. The lighthouse has to be drained so the player can find another clue or get a key or some crap like that. Today I did something similar, except we drained a basement by hooking a sump pump up to some old eavestroughs and sending the water into the front yard. Also the basement wasn’t drained in order to solve a puzzle, it was so we could get a furnace out.

I think it’s funny how headlines will say someone was “given” a tracheotomy. Maybe no one else reads it this way, but to me, it sounds like the person is being given a gift. Most of the time you have trouble talking afterwards. Sometimes the procedure’s temporary, but regardless, I would hate it. Don’t give me a tracheotomy unless you’re sure I’ll die without it. If you don’t know what to get for Christmas just ask.

So Rochester has been struggling with it’s ferry to Toronto for a while. It hasn’t made any money, and today the mayor announced it’s going to be sold. I heard a lady on the news say, “And now the ferry has been sunk – in a sea of debt.”

We were at school September 11th, 2001. Everyone was sitting at the lunch table trying to get their heads around what had just happened. I wasn’t singing to God, like you thought, I was singing, “nothing’s going to change my world.”

Ok, so I’m going through all of my files from the old family computer. Everytime I delete a file it’s like I delete a little piece of myself. They’re all dumb little things but I am snipping the tendons that attach me to the past. I thought you would like to know that.

I also thought you would be interested to know just how anal-retentive I was growing up (not like now). I had a special folder for information on my birthday party. Each year it was called the “SGBP” or super-gargantuan birthday party. My parents never really planned my parties because I had it covered. Here is a schedule I found from one of them:

• 11:00 – Capture the flag (60)


• 12:00 – Killball / Volleyball (30)


• 12:30 – Honey if You Love Me (30)


• 1:00 – lunch (30)


• 1:30 – free time / water war (60)


• 2:30 – Hide N’ Go Seek / Sardines (30)


• 3:00 – water war / free time (45)


• 3:45 – wait to get picked up (Q)

I’m not sure what the Q is about, I guess I intended it as a variable.