RANT AND PANT:

I am dismayed after reading a review of Generation X Goes to College it's not so much the Gen X bashing - Gen X already showed the world that they were perfectly capable of becoming idealistic sell-outs in the DotCom boom - but the second customer review was so damn cynical about what he deemed "Gen Y." I am so pissed off with old intellectuals who stubbornly persist on dredging up this pathetic nostalgic drivel about the "greatest generation" and how bad people my age are - how spoilled and unappreciative we are of their benevolent kindness to us, and this pristine world of technological wonder they have handed us. That is just baloney, the world was not a better place, it just seems like that when you remember it fifty years later - and personally the world we are being handed is crap, filled with toxic and nuclear waste, and I'm not so sure any American generation should brag about being spoilled.

The Importance of Being Intelligent:

So my gym attendance is verging upon full-blown addiction...I go 5 days a week, which makes me feel simultaneously great and terrible. It's good because I'm doing something good for myself, it's bad because I am now precisely the type of gym rat i once detested.
The other interesting thing about going to the gym is the fact that I go to the Student Rec Center and unlike other gyms, you not only have to be buff and good looking while working out - but you have to be smart. Usually you go to the gym and you see these women reading "People" and these men reading "Sports Illustrated," which are fine publications - but they are hardly the stuff of academia. At the Rec people read notes detailing the physics of Carbon Nucleotides (Yes, that is real I saw it tonight) while pedaling on the stationary bike, and "Atlantic Monthly" while swishing on the eliptical trainer. I read "The New Yorker" on the stair-climber, I tried the "Atlantic Monthly" for a while but it was just too demanding on my brain (there are only so many things I can do simultaneously, and that number drops the longer and harder I exercise).

PS: New review in the Emerald tomorrow...err...today. SPUN. Also I might be riving down to Cali for the weekend.

Musings on Summer

There are some days in summer when I am so happy to be alive, the sun shines and everything breathes in unison, even the music playing on my laptop seems tailor-made for this day. You can smell the sweetness of the grass, that zing of chlorophil that smells on the intensity of green, and the palestst azure sky you can imagine. This is what dreams are made of; the tastes of popscile and sweat, and the dangerous flickers of skin. Life, you done me right.
Steven "hyperbole" Neuman