Thursday, September 22, 2011

Two Monitors

Just updating the world... I officially have a dual monitor setup. It's amazing how handy a second one proves to be. I can't see how I got along with only one before this.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Who Can Write?

I find myself pondering a question on the eve of trying out for the LeTourneau Yellow Jacket. Specifically, I intend to become a freelance writer for them. I have a problem though... the school newspaper is so bad, do I want to associate myself with them?

Don't get me wrong. I am not that pompous. I simply wonder that if by writing for the Yellow Jacket I will also become one of those school paper writers who are quietly dismissed and pitied as oblivious and amateur writers (oblivious to their amateurishness). Or, maybe that thought was unique to my mind.

Why do I hate reading the articles in the school newspaper so much?

I think it's because they sound just as if the writer were there talking to you. This may be a desirable attribute to some when they are consuming reading material, but if I want this, I can just go talk to someone. When I want to read about things at LeTourneau, I want to read poetry!

Oh, it's LeTourneau...

Sunday, September 4, 2011

The IQ of LeTu just bumped up a few notches.

I have renewed hope for the state of LeTourneau students. I can even say there is a bastion of cynicism on campus, above and beyond myself, that is.

Sunday, I got a chance to read a well-written paper by an honors student from cohort '10. This little essay was questioning the legitimacy of some Peterson material in a Biblical Literature class.

Thursday, I had a wonderful time at supper with a number of the Davis 1 community, the new Honors cohort this year.

Friday, I observed some of the trappings and floor life of this new Honors floor on Davis 1. I was fairly impressed by what I saw, and a little bit jealous.

This last Sunday (yesterday, technically speaking), I had one of the most stimulating conversations with fellow LeTourneau students that I have ever partaken of. You don't just have that kind of a conversation... you partake of it. And, thus I discovered another one among a handful of cynics on campus.