|
Killing the Hare came over to practice; I joined them to jam out on “The Jungle Song” and an acoustic/electric version of “Blitzkrieg Bop.” Then I went up to Lake Como for Brooke’s “Bye Bye in Germany” thingie. She’s going to Germany for a month.. I wish I could leave the country. But I hate foreign people! (joke). They burned her homework. John Springer was up there; I hadn’t seen him since January during our coinciding Winter Breaks. He goes to MSU, not UM, but I forgive him for that.
This is from my “I was gonna write it in the Blog but blew it off” Archive:
5/10/03
The Science Complex is an ominous building. Huge, menacing, it resembles a miniature Death Star perched below Mount Jumbo. When you factor the dark windows (it was 9:00 PM when I visited it) and the strange whirring fans, it became something otherworldly, like some building from a third-rate Sci-Fi Horror movie (like Gremlins II). But I journeyed within despite the acute terror which had accumulated within me. I did, after all, have to get science credits or I would fail the course.
The interior of the building was much more inviting. There was a Coke machine and a couch in the lobby. What sort of maniacal genius would furnish his hellish anteroom so hospitably? It took a while, but I found the room in which the experiment was being conducted. It wasn’t much of an experiment: no electrodes, no test tubes, no monkeys in cages. Just a form and a questionnaire sheet. They weren’t even terrifying questions: “Have you ever believed you could fly?” No, I am not Superman. I finished the questionnaire, exited the building, and left the once terrifying Science Complex behind.
Updates via 