The beloved haunts me in my dreams and in my wake.

A few weeks ago I dreamt of walking into a classroom - a music class - and who did I see? The beloved lounging idyllically in the first row. I grew weak and stammered a few broken phrases, at which point she quizzically uttered my name. My ears thirstily (yes, that's right, thirstily) drank in the sweet sustenance of the beloved's siren song as it reverberated through the catacombs of my thoughts.

This is a trivial point, but I was somewhat alarmed by your endorsement of proprietary software from The Great Evil (a.k.a. Microsoft). You gave the impression that flow charts can only be made with, or are best made with, Microsoft(TM) Word or Microsoft(TM) Powerpoint. Now, if these applications came standard with Windows, then suggesting them would justifiably be a convenience since most people have Windows. However, rarely does a computer you buy at the store come preloaded with Powerpoint

I entirely agree with you, and I am very annoyed at having to miss ALL the noon concerts myself.

This is nothing more than a general, selfish complaint, but I'd at least feel better voicing it rather than keeping shut. I had been looking forward to attending next week's noon concert (featuring violinist Shaw Pong Liu) for quite some time, and only recently did I realize our midterm falls on the same day, at the same hour. It's unfortunate this semester's class conflicts with noon concerts in general, but the timing of the midterm is, for me at least, most unfortunate indeed (it's as if t

I've reinstalled linux on Emily (my desktop machine). Here's the history of my experience (or lack of) with linux:

Everything worked ok with Win XP

Win XP stopped working. So I said screw it, reformatted my hard drive, and installed Mandrake Linux.

You know what I'm afraid of? Eating eggs with chicks growing in them. Yeah, I know these eggs aren't fertilized, but what if they are by some freak accident? Crack an egg open and a little chick falls to the ground, its little heart protruding out slightly from its underdeveloped body, beating faintly for a moment before stopping completely. Or boiling an egg, then peeling away the shell to discover an eyeball thinly veiled by a layer of yolk. Man that would suck.

Where's the counter-culture?

Forgive my naive idealism, but I came to college with the expectation of a vibrant, anti-establishment undercurrent coursing through the student body (Get it? "Student body?" har har). Instead, not only am I disappointed with the lack of said values, but there seems to be a stigma against it, as if being contrary reflects some tattered remnant of the bygone hippies era. Such attitudes are not associated with the average student, but rather they're associate

Lately my mind's become occupied with three distinct fantasies that take shape when I try to fall asleep.

So I asked an intended business major why uglinesss pervades my business class, given the assumption that business-types are suppose to be somewhat "presentable." At first, she said Berkeley students in general are not known for their attractiveness. But then I pointed out the scenery was relatively more pleasant in my other classes. So she argued people who are unattractive tend to be "smarter" people.

You may remember me from my scathing email, sent not long after the grand opening of the "Crossroads" (which I still fondly refer to as the Super DC), criticizing the poor architectural and functional design of the dining complex. Well, I felt compelled to follow up with a "mid-term report" on the current state of the Super DC since I know how much you value feedback from your dining patrons.