One bookshelf and one bike down. Dad bought the bike, I almost wonder if he was doing it just to provide me the only support he could without directly giving it to me, though he does claim to intend to ride, and in particular to work on wednesdays. I hope he does. That would be so cool.
But, both futons, the rest of my shelves, (except my living room shelves), the chair in my bedroom, the nightstand, and the toaster oven, all spoken for. I can’t believe this is working out so easily and so well.
Went to Ohiopyle with jacquez, Shelby, Virginia, and Virginia’s little sister, Melissa. Hopped around on rocks, and swam in the river, got swept away by current twice. I have a whole new appreciation for the accomplishments of the original settlers, (and of Christopher McCandless) in fording a river even when it’s running low.
So, I got it, it’s still a good little flick. I’m not quite as wild about it as I was. What really drew me in was the articulate criticism of modern gay culture, and the complacency of most people. But I don’t see much by way of a constructive message, or a goal. Oh well. It’s resulted in an interesting email conversation or two, maybe more to come, and a refinement of my ideas.