I write by the full moon's light

Well, it's this late already, and I've already resigned myself to a painful morning and the obligatory afternoon nap, so I'll do a little catching up here.

Planning a 3-day stay in Killington, VT for some heavy-duty skiing in a few weeks. It's not the typical spring break, and I certainly could use some sunlight right now, but it should be pretty unreal. I just have to get myself into skiing shape so that I am not dead by day two.

Saw Carl Cox spin last night at Cleveland's Metropolis. Good show, but I wasted a little too much energy and attention on the two opening DJ's, and half-way through Cox's set, the slowing wheels on my rollerskates led me to seek respite on a couch. I'm not a huge fan of the hard edge of techno, but it is difficult not to be moved by the sheer force and frenzy of Cox machine-gunning pure sound over beats at musical climax.

Carnegie Mellon is comparable to CWRU (my soon-to-be alma mater,) and is our rival, in certain (particularly athletic) veins. CMU has lately been proving itself to me slightly more interesting a place. Check out the curious Skibo Liberation Army, and this article on a CMU art student that has shackled himself to public display, noncommunication, and a lobster suit for the next 3 months.

And as I return to homework, a good reminder in Dave's away message from tonight:

Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much better than they?
-- Matthew 6:26