just like a buxom brunette, umass looks better in red.  case in point:

http://jakethrockmorton.googlepages.com/umassredsky2desaturatedhighlighted.jpg

took the picture while I was waiting for the bus, then photoshopped it on my laptop on the bus.


I would write about Maria's funeral, but I ran out of words.  the world will be worse off without her.  throughout, Modest Mouse's "Black Cadilacs" was stuck in my head.  
her body didn't resemble her in the least because it wasn't smiling.

it wasn't her.  she was gone.

I was walking on campus late at night tonight and I got a feeling as I observed the general affect of everyone around me.  Something felt wrong.  I kept hearing harsh noises; cars were driving too fast.  People looked and acted nervous, but seemed outward about trying to hide it.  No one smiled; there was no eye contact.  Everyone just walked to where they were going, walking just a little bit too quickly.  The general agreement seemed to be to put out a vibe of slight, growing, helpless fear.  Whatever it was, whatever it means, it got to me.  Something is happening to us, and people are noticing, if only subconsciously.  

They're beginning to feel the facade crumble, that which has made it acceptable to run a war at a deficit while cutting taxes, that which has allowed the perversion of the economy and truth as an ideal. They’re beginning to care about the truth that they have seen all along, and want to do something about how distorted the world has become.

Action is not encouraged.  They will take it anyway.

The zeitgeist is changing.  I can smell it.