my memory

i forgot that i didn't have class today, so here i am. who knew it was a mon-wed class? not me, that's for sure. my wife would answer that question, like she always answers that question, by pointing to herself and saying "me". ok, i accept the fact that my memory is failing fast. while i still retain some vestige of self-importance let me just rant about: KIDS THAT TRAVEL BUT DON'T CALL HOME TO LET THEIR PARENTS KNOW THAT THEY AREN'T DEAD. whew. that was enough capitals for a whole month of posts. regardless of the fact that is just finished reading "a prayer for owen meany" which i'll refer to as "the capitals book", i don't think that i can abuse it in a similar fashion. so kids that travel. my brother is one of these. he recently moved up to rexburg, id to attend byu-i. unfortunately, no one knows if he is alive, or if he was mauled by a mountain lion, or run over by a semi, or other such nonsense, because he hasn't called a soul. nobody knows what his number is, so we can't call him. i personally think that he has been abducted by an idaho farm girl who can bench at least 375. that's me maybe 2 1/2 times. wow. anyway, also falling into this category are kids that travel with ILP, the company that my wife works for. a recent group, delayed in new york after returning from russia, forgot to call their parents and tell them not to pick them up at the slc airport. this resulted in late night and early morning phone calls from worried parents to my house, which disturbed my sleep terribly. my wife's boss, who is the happiest person alive and never gets upset, said upon hearing the news, and i quote, "why the hell didn't they call their parents?" i almost died laughing. so, to all kids that travel -- you are more brain dead than i am. which means that the score is now my memory 1, yours 0. good enough for me.

me and the helicopter guy

so-it's a new semester and we are lazily debating various aspects of the english language when this guy, who happens to be wearing an army shirt--no coincidence, he is in the army--counters a point that i made and my teacher elaborated on by asking what exactly we mean by nationalism being a problem. A problem? i suppose if you are in the army and support the babbling idocy of dear old W, and if you go to sleep dreaming of being a helicopter pilot (no comment on the riduculous waste of money and fuel those things are), then you probably don't see the problem with America becoming a nation of self-absorbed pompous asses who think that America is the greatest thing since swiss cheese. Cheese with holes in it, right? Everybody needs it. Anyway, i kept my mouth shut and let my teacher be diplomatic in telling helicopter guy that he is a fool; it is only the second day of class, and we will be sure to have some beautiful debates in class this semester. so, me and the helicopter guy.

also: I am the new editor of inscape; call me demi-god--everyone else does.

also: Special K is the assistant editor; call her demi-goddess--I do.

More special updates about helicopter guy as we prepare to clash.