this is my last full semester at berkeley. if i didn’t spend a semester in göttingen, this wouldn’t be so bad of a semester. but since i did, it’s going to be lots of reading and writing, presumably about nazis. stupid history degree. i wish i could be writing an honours thesis for german, but alas i must write a thesis for history.

blech.

anyhow. i have class in an hour. hellen should be there too. (she better be!) the intsructor for this class and i… we get along, but it’s not the best relationship. actually, i think i was just bored with the other students in the class last semester, which probably soured the whole class. anyhow… this is the last non-linguistic class i’m taking at berkeley. there’s a high.

the republican convention is sick and fascinating. more on that later.

when did seasame street get so lame? i say with the birth of elmo. man… it sucks.

sooo… the blog was down, which is a shame. i had such awesome blog stuff to blog. what can i say? i went to thai brunch with danh this morning, but unfortunately i picked two nasty dishes to eat, but it was fun to see so many hipsters in the sun. erin and esther came over for some pie and coffee, and hellen had dinner with us too. this was a good day, yeah? (minus the slow idiots at ikea. i’m so stupid, i went to ikea on a sunday!)

other than all that… i’ve been bit by the kennedy bug. i blame that stupid book kennedy men. i didn’t realise that jfk was such an invalid. i’m impressed that such a sick and infirmed man got so much tail. that said, he’s quite dull. i’m actually starting to like teddy a bit more, now that i know about his horrible childhood. he embodies every thing the kennedys are, and nothing of what they should be. i’ve also seen quite a bit of him on the 9/11 commission hearings, and he’s pretty good. he won’t give rumsfeld and inch. but really… it’s all about bobby.

i’ve been drawn to the memory of rfk since i was a little kid. he was shot on my birthday (died hours later, the day after). it was the first political event for my mother, and she told me about it a lot. i get choked up by the footage. i wrote many papers for school proclaiming 1968 as the death of the democrats. it’s still true. anyhow. bobby kennedy as attorney general and senator was very different as the bobby kennedy who was mccarthy’s goon. he went through many changes in ideology, which is interesting. oh well… i need to finish the book. i’m pretty much just skipping over all the jack sections. big deal about his back, or his philandering. he was quick and easy, or so i’ve read.

the kennedy brothers were all different- jack was slick, bobby was there, and ted was always a dough boy.

bobby was the poor child who would injure himself trying to stand out from the kennedy brood, and it showed.

i feel slightly dead, but i suppose that means i have good karma. monday or tuesday (i lost a day this week), i helped joe’s sister and her boyfriend move to their new apartment in san francisco. hot damn. i thought joe just had a bunch of stuff because he was a pack rat. his sister, liz, and her boyfriend, matt, had so much stuff! i’m amazed they had enough room at their old apartment for it all, which was a 1-bedroom across the way from magic mountain. it took us between 2 and 3 hours to unload the uhaul. (uhaul sucks by the way, but it’s a great way to instantly bond with people- tell a uhaul horror story!) i’m still sore. we got a grill and an ironing board out of it. and i felt pretty good for spending quality time with them. they’re nice people.

then last night i upped the karma ante by spending close to 4 hours working on joe’s motorcycle with him. it was supposed to be an easy job, he said. only half an hour or so, he said. what a crock of scheyt. i blame the motherfucking bolt on the oil pan that was next to the kickstand. goddamn!!!! oh well… it’s done, and i am not as greasy as i was last night. so ist das leben.

other exciting news…. ha. i’m a bum. i’ve been watching lots of star trek. tos is on sci fi all day it seems, and then tng and ds9 are on spike around noon. ds9 is a good show that got to be far more interesting and complex in the end. too bad i was too busy to watch it then. i’ve been having vivid ds9 dream involving killing the dominian (aka lame co-opers) with phaser rifles.

oh and i have a one off job of data entry for some democrat club. hooray! new pants! i also have an interview tomorrow and sunday i go to harrass the dude from the chi-chi pharmacy near here. hopefully i’ll be gainfully employed.

and when i can, i’ll tell you all about my cousin. he’s neat.

larry, how’s that?