Another title stolen from a Nico Muhly piece, this one from the soundtrack to The Reader. Which is ironic because I don’t have any. Friends, that is.

At least not any good ones. At least not any close ones.

IIT is full of children, by the way. I have decided. And I don’t just mean the students either. Something about engineering/math/architecture lends itself much more to intellectual recreation, puzzles, games, than any sort of depth or discovery. Human interaction and understanding, analysis of basic archetypes, making sense of the social structures which bind us together — those things seem much more important, more mature, more sensible maybe, than spending one’s life writing Number Theory proofs, than finding ways to increase one’s company’s profits, than coding games/websites in JAVA or whatever language you find relevant.Also,

I am an arrogant, elitist, intellectual bastard. This is the second thing I wish to say. I thought you all should know, if you didn’t already.

I’m getting tired of this blogging crap. I want to do something more with my life. Something substantial. Something meaty. But, then again, I can’t think of anything that really fulfills that description. Conversations with good friends, maybe.

Oh wait, that’s right. I don’t have any.

Carnegie Hall is premiering a new vocal work by Nico Muhly, called The Adulteress, on the Friday before spring break. This means I could skip two classes on that Friday, take a morning flight to NY and get there in time to eat and settle down before the concert.

Also, it would be spring break, of course. Meaning I could spend time being a tourist while I was there.

It would be expensive, yes. But, otherwise, I’m just going to be bored here… playing Guild Wars or something. Would anyone care to join me? Maybe I should ask my parents if they want to meet me there… hrm…

Also. Here’s a link for you.

Don’t you hate the fact that every “gay website” (or even Facebook since they found out I’m gay) finds it necessary to barrage me with photos of half-naked men? Not that I necessarily mind, but it’s really kind of distracting and not very professional.

Get with it, gentlemen.