AgBr - Do YOU get it??

What? You didn't think it would all be such an abstruse, punctilious and insufferable exercise in the application of a thesaurus, did you? No, surely, you apprehend that I am not so bromidic...

Not that I have much in the way of being able to prove it exactly, being as my entire day consisted of updating my CV and attending class. Although I did come very close to asking out a cute girl on the tram... I swear, had the number theory text I was reading not blown my cover story - that of being a race car driver in town for the Melbourne Grand Prix this weekend - I would have done it. Honestly.

Speaking of and probably much to the chagrin of my close racing fan friends, I will be missing out on the Grand Prix to visit the Grampians on a rock climbing trip instead. Many slightly skewed and generally poorly taken photographs will supervene. They will be right here for you viewing pleasure anon and may finally provide some definitive evidence that no, I am not so much a binary compound of bromine with another element. : )


//See what I said about the smilies! My downfall is already come!

My ideals are broken.

OK. I abjure. I just don't have the time to do my own site, at least, not if I wanted to do it right. So I have descended in to and among the Internet masses; I find myself now an information age plebeian, now a Blogger. The implications of this move are immense and crushing to my psyche. The very idea that I will soon be reduced to cutesy smilies, banal templates, and daily updates to define my Internet persona reeks of suburban tenor, shaking me to the core. I don't know that I will ever recover.

However, all things fall to time and therefore convenience rules the day. Speed and ease overshadow hubris and we find ourselves here among the generality of speaking individuals in this unique medium that allows ten thousand million voices to clamor for our attention simultaneously. My ideals are broken yet this way at least my spiel joins the stream.