it may be roughgoing

i have the spring break disease, and it's good. nothing all that much happening really--i wake up, do some grading or some research/brainstorming, go for a run or throw a frisbee for a while, and eat some good food somewhere in there. life in southern california is pretty nice, even when the weather is a little cool for the area's norm. in other words, i'm having a great time with my friends kevin and tracy (among others). i've went to some classes, played basketball, and watched a swimming meet. grading 37 takehomes--each 8-9 pages--takes a little bit of time.

besides that, i've had some very strange dreams of late. i'll tell you about a couple. last night, i dreamed that i was in a futuristic world where i was an advisor and contributor to physics research involving abstract algebra and particle physics. after walking through a lecture hall that had been converted to a research facility, i hurried to strategy practice where we were playing war games of some kind--a la ender's game--it was weird. probably the strangest part was that the place was funded by one of my friends from back home, and i had a strange feeling that in the dream, i was my son (who has yet to be born/conceived).

two nights ago, i dreamed that i was a top player in a kind of war game that took place on melting ice chunks in a very large lake or sea. i was a champion player at this sort of blood sport--a team sport actually, and my team included my three brothers and a couple other people. after we had won a game, an unfriendly fellow came up and challenged me to a duel. i really didn't want to, but i did after a little bit of persuasion. then we started out on the ice floes--it was such a weird sport--somewhere in between dodgeball and paintball and soccer. i guess like a non-magical version of quidditch. i was getting sick of playing on the ice bergs and wanted to push the game to land, but just as that was happening, the other guy fell in and was eliminated.

this song is awesome.

make your own kind of music by the mamas and the papas

nobody can tell ya
there's only one song worth singing
they may try and sell ya
cause it hangs them up
to see someone like you

but you gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song
make your own kind music
even if nobody else sings along

it can't be nowhere
the loneliest kind of lonely
it may be rough going
just to do your thing is the hardest things to do

but you gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song
make your own kind music
even if nobody else sings along

so if you cannot take my hand
and if you must be going, i will understand

but you gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song
make your own kind music
even if nobody else sings along