I am happy. Because, for the first time in roughly a month and a half, I had AMAZING PHIL’S BBQ!!!!!! My first trip this week (so far). In summary, I did the following things today:
1) EH&S: Delivering and posting stickers in referigerators in Pacific Hall and Natural Sciences Building
2) Lunch at Pines
3) ICRA 1-on-1 with Jorge (AKA, pointless meeting)
4) EH&S to print out more stuff (including ICRA brochures for tomorrow’s Winter Org Fair)
5) Hanging out posters with Alex for Thursday’s PAW Poker Night event & then chatting for a bit.
6) Class
7) Phil’s BBQ with Lauren & Alex! We went at 815 PM and there was still a 45 minute wait in line. It was fun to talk about our future goals and relationships. [NOTE: Maybe I’ll try to get a PH.D in history, I don’t know for sure yet though.]
| MySpace said Tuesday that it is laying off 500 employees, cutting its staff by 47%. “Today’s tough but necessary changes were taken in order to provide the company with a clear path for sustained growth and profitability,” CEO Mike Jones said in a written statement. “These changes were purely driven by issues related to our legacy business, and in no way reflect the performance of the new product.” This is really sad. As a devout lover of News Corp and a former user of Myspace (high school years… ick…), I’m sad that this is happening, but it’s all for the best. Facebook > Myspace. |  |
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On January 11th, 1928, The legendary Bing Crosby records one of his first hits – “Ol’ Man River” – with the Paul Whiteman Orchestra. He later left the band and went on to make the most famous Christmas song recording – “White Christmas” – of all-time. You might not care personally, but I think White Christmas is an epic song: you might think it’s racist, but it’s most likely more about snow than it is about the Caucasian race. |
P.S.: If I say who I know, well it just goes to show: you need me less than I need you. Take it from me, we don’t give sympathy, you can trust me… trust nobody. But I said you and me, we don’t have honesty…. the things we don’t want to speak. I’ll try to get out, but I never will. Traffic is perfectly still.
