July 1, 2012

grief-bacon:

I know I just posted on Twitter about this but sometimes I hate character limits so

Guys I miss Sci-Fi Hall so much right now. As a single entity. I miss its existence. I’m lucky enough to be spending a lot of time with some of its members this summer, and it’s wonderful but I miss the second floor of North and us all being together. (I wish we could all just get along like we used to in middle school…)

I’m never really alone. I have four really good friends in my damn house at this moment. But I still get lonely, in that way that can only be cured by knowing you’re surrounded by a community. Like, there is something about being able to hear your friends screaming in the lounge that makes it really hard to feel lonely. It’s not like I always wanted to be around people, in fact I often don’t, but just…knowing ya’ll are there.

I’m sorry I was such a shitty friend/community member this spring and the spring before that (fall doesn’t count since I was several thousand miles away). I think we all know why I sucked so much and I’m really sorry and I will be better in the future.

Also I know I’m kind of an asshole for saying all this because at least I’ll be seeing everyone in the fall and I miss all our graduates so much and hate knowing they won’t be there.

I’m glad we stay close by changing our Twitter icons to Panurra’s Cats and tagging our tweets with “#amirightgirls”

I never expected to be one of those obnoxious people who maintains that college was the best four years of his life, but it’s really hard to imagine how anything could top the time I spent on SciFi Hall. Y’all are magnificent human beings, and I am going to miss you intensely now that I’m leaving Oberlin.

Keep rocking Oberlin. I’m gonna keep working to build a network of SciFi Hall alums so we can move this awesome thing we have out into the real world, too.

May 2, 2012
GET OFF MY LAWN

Back in the day, when I wanted to storm out of the house and be alone with my thoughts, I grabbed my CD player and as many CDs of the appropriate mood as I could easily jam into my pocket.

Now I plug in my iPhone and wait fifteen minutes while it syncs the tracks I want (and fifty other things I don’t care about).

This is the opposite of progress. Something will have to be done.