Change of Venue
I’ve officially changed my weekly coffee spot. After the Jupiter House decided to host Governor Rick Perry for a campaign stop, without inviting other candidates, I’ve moved my Sunday tradition to Big Mike’s on Hickory St. Some people think I’m overreacting, but when a place that I believe is a forum for free speech and social activity becomes a platform for one ideal, it’s not a place I want to patronize. Besides, Big Mike is cheaper.
After being postponed last week, the UIL meet at my old high school went well. I judged Prose, Poetry, and Extemporaneous Informative Speaking. Poetry is the toughest to judge for me, since I’m really not an avid reader of poetry. Hell, I really don’t even like poetry, so I sometimes feel that I can’t give the contestants the critique they deserve. Either way, all of the events were fun and I got to see my old teachers again.
Today I plan to finish the Debian install on my media server, which I decided to completely reformat since it was filled with so much junk. All I really have to do now is set up file sharing between it and my mac. For some reason, it’s not wanting to play as nicely as it did with Ubuntu.
Snow Daze
It’s snowing again here in North Texas. This time it was an all-time record. DFW recorded a bit over 9 inches of snow when I last heard. That’s more snow than any other time in recorded Dallas history. Strange.
I’m pretty well snowed-in here in Denton, as well. I’ve managed to walk to the coffee shop; not my usual one on the square, but the new 24/7 one only one and a half blocks from my apartment. I have to say that they’ve really improved since the first time I visited just a couple of days after they opened; a lot more comfy.
The mass text messages are starting to pour in from other KNTU DJs, saying that they’re trapped and are too far away from campus. I guess I might fill in for one. Hell, it’s more practice, and it’s not like I’ll be doing anything else around here.
Tomorrow I’ll be visiting my old high school to help judge speaking events for their annual UIL academic meet. My old drama teacher is overseeing the speech events, and I won’t have any idea what I’m judging until probably two minutes before the event is set to start. Either way, it’s a lot of fun, and I get to see one of my favorite teachers again.
Well, I believe it’s now time to walk around the dead campus and take a few pictures.
Sunday Throatbeard
Spent the first two hours of my Sunday at the lovely Firestone Car Care Center, getting my oil changed again after the guy last time left on my original oil filter. I probably won’t be stopping my there again.
Love how it decided to rain today. I think of it as a reward for putting up with the 100+ degree days through the week. A good reward, I say.
The 4th wasn’t too particularly exciting. All of my friends were doing something else, so I just stood on the second floor walkway of my apartment building and watched the Fouts Field fireworks show. I did finally meet someone who actually lives in my building that evening. A couple, actually. They went to the Sack-&-Save parking lot to see the fireworks, but soon returned to good ‘ol Campus Square and realized that they had a better view. Nice folks.
I thought about taking a stab at writing a book sooner or later on Friday night. I really cool idea came to me about my old high school and the athletic department’s stranglehold on almost every aspect of it. About how those coaches that always appear wholesome in the public eye but always seem to be lowdown rats at the end of the day. Yes, you can now assume I was not an athelete. You’d be right. I was an academic guy, always getting the short end of the stick when UIL competition came around and there was no money left. Hopefully I can capitalize on this idea instead of let it sit and dry up in my mind like I usually do.
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