All stick and no carrot, since ought-three.
飲馬渡秋水，水寒風似刀。 平沙日未沒，黯黯見臨洮。 昔日長城戰，咸言意氣高。 黃塵足今古，白骨亂蓬蒿。
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Tue, 21 Oct 2003
Tonight we step on stage to warm up the main band at the Cantab. Extremely nervous.
Damn I have a great view from my office. The entire outer wall is basically one big window, and it looks right out into a whole bunch of trees which are just starting to turn to their autumn colors. The sunlight is streaming in, the trees are all waving slowly in the breeze, the birds are chirping, the bees are buzzing, the squirrels and shit are running around out there, and I'm drinking a freshly-brewed pot of fine Formosan spring oolong.
And to think, I could be a grad student suffocating in my own stench in the concrete bowels of Wean right now.
Lay on, MacDuff, and curs'd be him who first cries, "Hold, enough!". -- Shakespeare