Oberlin, Ohio

Well, I returned just a few short days ago from my one week music synthesis camp (Don't ask) in Oberlin, Ohio. Despite a few solid inside jokes and misdemeanors, little happened that is worthy of reenactment. The 'gist of it is that our teacher (program director) Gary Lee N. (to preserve his identity, for more info, google "Oberlin Timara Gary Lee") was a total hippy, had a long white beard that was more reminiscent of Father Time than Santa Clause. Despite the use of semi-modern equipment, Gary failed to teach us about anything that has been made since 1970. His zaney antics and habit of going 20+ minutes over the allotted class time earned him much discussion at the Mead Hall, bringing all of the attendees closer in their mutual confusion.
A few funny characters were:
Chris aka "Nascar" aka "The Derty South" aka "South"- this guy played almost as mean an accent as a guitar and was once quoted as yelling at a woman (imagine the southern accent) "Hey! Are you hot? I can't tell!"
Schuster aka "Silent Bob" aka "Blue"- this guy was from Michigan but the accent seemed more Minnesota to me, always wore a hat that read "Show me your boobs."
Jesse aka "Red"- A fellow Virginian, from Falls Church no less; helped me coin the phrase "if ya come'n o'er 'ere an' sit on ma lap...I'll giya a...butternut squash." also quoted as saying, at the sight of Oberlin's athletic facility that resembles a tire factory "...But nobody's been in that gym for thirty years!!!"
Here is my final project for the program, a 70's porno groove that was jammed by several of us in the lounge at 1 AM.
That's the basic run down, more on my current activity in a bit.

Chapter 5

Welcome to sunny Los Angeles, California...well, it may not be very sunny, but don't let that fool you. I got screened at airport security, which kind of randomly prompted me to make this picture:

In other news, I've reached that point where my family has become quite annoying and I am now far beyond it. I want to go home.

Chapter 4

Things have been pretty busy, getting up at 8:30, going to bed at midnight...it almost feels like school. Yesterday I went to The Apple Campus Bash, where the wallflowers performed. Alas, I did not see them because I was preoccupied getting my credit cards denied at The Apple Campus Store. It seems that Capital One fails to realize that my family and I are on vacation...unfortunate.

Chapter 3

Well, hell has officially frozen over: The Macintosh is moving to Intel processors. Let's not dwell on that, but rather what a fine time I'm having in San Fran. Yesterday was rather boring, all introductory courses and what-not. Had dinner with a group of guys who regailed me with tales of their coding adventures from over 20 years ago.

Chapter 2

Well, I awoke at noon today, played some WarCraft 3, then set out to sign in for the conference. That took about five seconds, after which I got some food at a Thai restaurant across the street (it was gross). Then I headed down the street towards the Apple Store (no, I didn't go in, how stupid do you think I am...Later this week I'm going to have a 20% discount!). I proceeded to get a number of items at my favorite store, The Virgin Megastore (incidentally, it is the favorite store of many computer geeks...bu-dump-ching!). I then browsed the T-Mobile store since my current cell phone is getting on in years... The outing concluded with my oiling the capitalist machine by ordering a vanilla latte from Starbucks. Forrest will not be happy by me saying so, but this area would be a delightful place to go to college, the weather is certainly to my liking.

Greetings From The Buttcrack of The US!

Houston, Texas. I'm here on a layover on my way to San Francisco for Apple's annual Worldwide Developers Conference (WWDC) I've decided to chronicle my journey on a day by day basis, so I will start with today:

Chapter 1

8:00 Took the SAT I Reasoning Exam. That was fun. I wrote my essay on how memories benefit one's aptitude for success in life, citing The Great Gatsby, Hamlet, and Lance Armstrong. Should be interesting to
see what grade I get.
4:25 Reach the airport (in somewhat of a rush at times) to depart for Houston, Texas for the anticipated one hour layover.
8:00 (EST) Arrived in Houston to find that our flight has been delayed until 9:00 or so. Ain't that a bitch? Tried to get some Houston Rockets gear but the gift shop closed. Played WarCraft 3 on the school's laptop (Yey!)
10:30 (EST) Departed for Oakland International (intended destination). Managed to snag the exit row seat from an Asian couple who were "not qualified" to sit there. Enjoying much legroom as we speak, quite possibly double the usual dosage. The only caveat in this brilliant scheme is that there is a baby kicking the seat behind me...I really could move to the middle seat between myself and my father, but I'm pretty lazy. I'm hovering over my laptop at the moment anyway, so I shan't (Is this the proper syntax for conjuncting Shall and Not?) bother.
5:00 (EST) Arrival at our hotel in San Francisco, allow me to pose a question: Is it any indication of the Spanish Invasion that more than half of the radio stations I flipped through in Oakland were Spanish?