Last Wednesday my old fraternity brother Brian passed through town on his was to a juggling convention in Quebec. Originally he and his friends were supposed to stay here but it turned into just a pit stop - so I zoomed on my bike over to see him at the mythical Wegman's liquor store.



He started juggling vodka bottles while balancing a wine bottle on his nose. I was so suprised I didn't even take a picture and I'm pretty sure the workers were about to need a change of pants.

I don't think I really have talked to him since school almost three years ago (or really anyone else for that matter). In a sense it's kind of shitty that we could connect and don't, but I agree with Paul when he says it's nice to catch up with someone and not already know everything they've been up to.

He's applying to ChemE PhD programs in Switzerland. Lucky!

We got a phone book on the porch today. It still boggles my mind that they feel the need to publish them or even could make a profit on it. My parents don't even use one anymore. Shouldn't it be an opt in program?


Straight to the recycle pile