Today Spring is earnestly considering being sprung

Spring is here! Well, not technically here, here, but undeniably approaching at a rather quick clip anyway. Just between you and me (and possibly that guy reading over your shoulder there,) spring is my favorite time of year. Not too hot, not too cold, spring is like that vast portion of life that is lived in the middle area. It's all very Buddhist. Like Hawaii. Not that Hawaii is very Buddhist, but rather eternally-springlike. Hawaii is like a fairly warm spring day all year round. If you've never been there, I recommend packing up your things today and going. Even if it means quitting your job, uprooting your family, and living a life of poverty for the rest of your days, the trip will be well worth it. Trust me. It's like a Corona commercial without that annoying narrator guy, and with a lot less corporate smarminess and cynicism. Even the airport is beautiful. One of my favorite things about Hawaii is the weather forecasting. High of 75. Low of 75. Chance of scattered showers. Repeat indefinitely for an extended forecast. One of the few places in the world whose weather is simplistic enough for the meteorologists to get it right. Not like Maryland. Today is about the 6th day out of 10 where snow was forecast and instead a remarkably lovely, sunny day has shown up. So to sum up, go get a job as a hawaiian meteorologist. You'll be successful, happy and tan. And you'll thank me for it later.

My 32nd birthday, or How to age ungracefully.

So the other day was my 32nd birthday. All in all an almost completely meaningless number, 32. Still, it was a convenient excuse to drink a lot of beer and behave foolishly. I regret only the shots that kept being ordered for me. Oh those damnable shots. Their acidic, fuity aftertaste haunts me yet.

This almost seems like a real entry

What is this desire in people to journal-ize their lives? Does it stem from loneliness? A desire to be remembered? Maybe there are just too many hours in the day, and writing out the occurences of the more eventful hours serves as a good way to waste the otherwise uneventful ones. Regardless, today's entry will be almost bloglike. I'll even put a link in. Granted it's a link to my personal website, but a link's a link, and you're lucky to be getting one at all. I've recently returned to school. As I will be forced to write while in class, I thought it might be worthwhile to have a place to post my scholarly musings, so I've come up with this place. If you ever find anything worthwhile there, don't blame me. It's probably just the inevitability that the more you write, the more of a chance there is that something you write will actually turn out meaningfully. Pure coincidence I assure you. Just ask Shakespeare and his monkeys. Now there's a man with a lot of damn monkeys.