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To The Finish!

I hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday weekend. I know I did; it was nice to relax but also get out a lot and meet up with people I haven’t seen in a while. Family time is also a big win, too.

So this is it — four more classes and my final “regular season” as an undergraduate is over. Then we move on to the exam period, and then to the Carolina First Arena for commencement, bringing to a close a six-year journey of epic proportions. Then, I look forward to a two-week hibernation in which I will do as little as possible — something I rarely get a chance to do. And in 2009, well — January 1 will be the first day of the rest of my life, as they say. I’m really looking forward to the free time I’ll have — free time I’ve never had before, ever! I’m super-excited, in case you couldn’t tell.

However, I can’t look that far ahead — got to plow through the next few weeks first. I’m hoping to resume a regular blogging and broadcasting — yes, broadcasting, Serious Business is on its way back — schedule shortly after my exams conclude in two weeks.

Admittedly, this is a cop-out blog post. I have some real meat about the merits of Internet anonymity, some thoughts on how I’ve used social media to become smarter, and a whole lot more stuff that I’m sure is deep in the recesses of my brain that are being reserved for the post-crunch period. Stay tuned…

The End Begins

After one of the more interesting and eventful summer “breaks” (and by “break” I mean “I’m not in class”) I’ve had in recent years, today marks the first day of the fall semester at the College of Charleston. Most notably, it’s my last semester as an undergraduate. This day’s come about two or three years later than I would have liked, but it’s here and I’m happy. Needless to say, I’m ready to be done; the proverbial light at the end of the proverbial tunnel is increasing in brightness, etc. I could throw a thousand cliches at you — and in fact, I had several queued up here — but I’ll spare you.

What a long, strange trip it’s been to get here. Over the course of the semester, I’ll probably be quite reflective here and on Twitter. These last several years certainly have altered my entire outlook and path, and thus demand the respect of documentation for at least my own records.

So with apologies to Tantric, the end begins today and goes right up to December, when I’ll walk across a stage and receive a blank piece of paper that LOOKS like a diploma (the actual thing will show up later). Until that final walk, I’m happy to have you all along for the ride, and I’m thankful to those of you who have stuck with me since I restarted this journey back in 2006. Your support — most notably the “it’s never too late to go back” pep talks — really have helped me through.

A week’s worth of recapping

This past week marked the return to classes at the College. Because of my new job, I’m taking an abbreviated, part-time course load — and honestly, I like the way the classes break up my workday. Because my job no longer involves me going out of the office except for lunch, it’s nice to be able to still get out there every once in a while and trudge my way through thousands of students trying to get to where THEY need to go, too.

The real shocker in the first week of classes isn’t necessarily the classes — no, it’s the throngs of PEOPLE. Charleston effectively adds what, 7,000 at least to its population when classes resume? I definitely feel that when I’m walking by the King Street Subway and see a line 20 deep. I’m sure I could just tell the line that I’m Jared and cut through, but I digress. I get so used to the city and the campus being relatively deserted in the summer months…and then BAM! Oh well — it’s cool to see people back. These days, most of my friends live in Charleston year round, but it was nice to see a few people return from their hometowns.

Last Saturday I saw Superbad with the roommates. It was grotesque, outrageous, and oh, so hilarious. It’s a must see. (Leave the kids at home.)

Ryan Farish came out with some more tracks — it seems as if he’s getting back to that 2002 sound. I’m loving every minute of it, and highly recommend it. I’m getting them through his SNOCAP store on his MySpace page. (A topic for another day: How MySpace Effectively Destroys Attempts at Good Grammar Simply Through Its Name.)

Dean was a monster storm. Cozumel and Cancun sure dodged a bullet, though, didn’t they? Whew. Houston — and the rest of the Midwest, rather — got a little too acquainted with Erin, though. We would have gladly taken that rain off their hands — they certainly didn’t need it, as the flooding shows. The tropics are settled down a bit but it’s that time of year where things can just kick up and get going — and have a lot of time to grow. Keep an eye out. I love how Weather Underground is now tracking not only the defined tropical systems but also the Invests — pre-classified disturbances that the Hurricane Center watches closely for development. Previously, you had to dig around NOAA’s site to get at that stuff, so Weather Underground exposing it is a huge help.

I may redo a few things around the site in the next couple weeks. I need a new header picture (my hair hasn’t been that shaggy for months now) and I think the post interface could use a bit of work (and standardization, for that matter). We shall see. I’m off to hit the showers and the bookstore to get a refund on a book that was incorrect. Peace…

From out in left field…figuratively and literally.

Today CofC IT had a professional development retreat (read: we went to the park and played wiffleball for two hours).

Two observations:

  1. I am quite out of shape, as I’m pretty sore and beat right now, and
  2. Pitching a wiffleball is an exercise in futility — I gave up a ton of hits, about six runs, especially on two big bombs that resulted from me hanging an underhand knuckleball right over the plate. (Yes, the underhand knuckleball can work.)

It was a good time, though, despite my astronomical wiffleball ERA and resulting pain and fatigue. It’s something we must do more often.

In other news, searching for the name “Kyrie” on MySpace yields about 864 results, mostly females who are aged 18-22, which can only mean one thing (and I feel for these ladies, I really do): Their parents named them after a Mr. Mister single.

Can’t think of any other randomness at the moment. I’m getting a tad nervous about classes starting back up next week. Something about inserting myself back into mainstream college society after a year break, feeling like an old fogey.