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Yes, Bonneville Club has been sold.  It’s been a fun six years.

The weather has turned warm, the sun is out longer, and nature is awakening.  Spring has arrived.

To celebrate, I’m thinking about going backpacking.  Yosemite is supposed to be beautiful in the spring, and I’ve never been there, so it seems like the perfect place.  It would also be the perfect way to celebrate the end of Winter Quarter.

Now I just need to get through another month of classes…

Perhaps it’s just me, but I found this photo competition — for the worst photos, not the best — pretty funny. From the page:

GUY WITH POWER POINT This destroys the long-held belief that Power Point presentations are the most painfully boring experience divised by Satan. Obviously, a PHOTO of a power point demonstration is far more excruciating and soul destroying. Redeeming factor: A slam-dunk cure for insomnia.

hehehe

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Well, the photo challenge didn’t quite work out. It had a good multi-week run, but my schedule got busy and my creativity dried up, so the challenge has lapsed. I think that I’ll just be posting favorite photos on an approximately daily basis to my Flickr account.

So, what’s been happening in the photo world? Well, I’ve had eight photos published so far in the circulation-10,000 Stanford Daily. Two have made the front page, one of the others was miscredited. I’m really enjoying my little taste of photojournalism.

Of course, not all events are right for the paper. I’m fond of many of my photos from last weekend’s Big Freeze, and while the hockey team liked them, they couldn’t find traction among the editorial staff. Oh well. I can take solace in the fact that about a half-dozen of them have become Facebook profile photos.

How about that election? If your polling places were like the ones here, you had a long wait. Here’s a photo of the line for Stanford’s polling place (the GCC):

Some of the people had to wait several hours to cast a vote. Wow. I wonder what the wait will be like in November?

I woke up this morning to find somebody snoring loudly on our couch, completely covered by a blanket.  Assuming that it was one of my roommates, no doubt passed out after a night of debauchery, I went about my morning routine.  I thought nothing of it until the roommate that I thought was passed out on the couch came out of his room.

If he was there, then who the hell was on the couch?

The truth: it was some random artist that my roommate (the one I thought was on the couch) ran into last night while at a party.   The details aren’t exactly clear to me, but my understanding is that the artist wanted to spend some time exploring Stanford’s art, architecture, and libraries.  What’s more, he didn’t have a place to sleep last night.  My roommate took pity on him, partially because they are both from Arkansas, and offered to let him stay on our couch.

So, yeah, we now have a random homeless guy sleeping on our couch.  Didn’t see that one coming.  I definitely see that one ending soon.