not keeping up...

i haven't been keeping with the blog. i'm really focused on school and my professional writing right now. i've got some creative energy that i'm channeling to fuel me through this semester, so i guess we'll call that a positive. with that said, i really wanna eliminate all distractions and nail this shit, so the minimalist hobo is on hiatus.

take care everyone. see ya on the other side ...

i got the first day blues (aka epic fail day)

first day of class. i have early morning class 3x per week. bullshit. classes themselves weren't too bad except that they completely consumed my mind today and i totally forgot to do something that i promised someone i would do, and she got in trouble b/c of it; now i feel like a huge piece of shit...sorry Elissa...

time to send out some emails to people that i'm trying get summer internships with. back to the grind.

good to know some things don't change

no matter how old you are, you will still get nervous when you call a girl you really like...just saying.

a holiday treat

for my vast reader audience; i to present you this holiday season the reason i can't sleep. without further ado, here it is, Title 28 of the United States Code section 1367(b):

In any civil action of which the district courts have original jurisdiction founded solely on section 1332 of this title, the district courts shall not have supplemental jurisdiction under subsection (a) over claims by plaintiffs against persons made parties under Rule 14, 19, 20, or 24 of the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure, or over claims by persons proposed to be joined as plaintiffs under Rule 19 of such rules, or seeking to intervene as plaintiffs under Rule 24 of such rules, when exercising supplemental jurisdiction over such claims would be inconsistent with the jurisdictional requirements of section 1332.

i concur

Justice Heydenfelt of the California Supreme Court addressing the Defendant's negligence in failing to cover a hole in the sidewalk into which an intoxicated man fell and became injured in 1855:

A drunken man is as much entitled to a safe street as a sober one, and much more in need of it.

Robinson v. Pioche, Bayerque & Co., 5 Cal. 460 (1855).

hearing voices

my never ending quest to please the tech poet's delicate musical sensibilities trudges slowly forward. so far he has introduced me to spoon and the pains of being pure at heart, and everything that i try to offer in return he deems as crap (this is why i broke his rib). last month i tried to get him to listen to the gaslight anthem, but that was a no go. here is my latest attempt - the best song i've heard this month; Quiet Little Voices by We Were Promised Jetpacks:

president much?

some random sightings in D.C. the first family attended a GW basketball game earlier today in the building across the street from my apartment, so i decided to go outside and snap a few pics as they were leaving. sorry about the poor resolution, but i was trying to zoom out and just couldn't do it fast enough. that is indeed the president in the back of the limo waving:

and here are the first daughters just a few minutes before the president's limo pulled away: