56. (Languages are funny things.)

I was in the coffee shop just a few minutes ago, buying a soda with a borrowed dollar (which is two separate rants for another day, one on my addiction to soda, the other on borrowing money). Behind me, as I bought my Cherry Coke were two conversations: one, a trio of Japanese exchange students, one of which was speaking in rapid Japanese; two, a man, speaking in English, with a high-pitched voice.

I could hear them as I was buying my drink, but when I turned around, the man was speaking in a high-pitched language I had never heard before, and the Japanese girl was silent.

Only nothing had changed at all.

55. (Hey look, it's crap!)

More crap to read.

54. (Your Eyes are the Color Of)

Posted a story in nonrevision. Updated things around here and there a little bit.

The story... it's kinda out there, and kinda contraversial. It's for my fiction-writing class. The issue addressed is a heavy one, but it's one that I think is of particular importance in America--and the world--today.

The basic thing that it is trying to say can all be boiled down to a few single theses, if you will:
1) Color-based racism only runs skin deep.
2) Given the proper influence, people are capable of hating anybody.
3) Racism defies logic; to believe that someone is inferior to you based not on actions, but on appearance and background, does not make any sense.

ANYways... It's there--and it's still a first draft, of course, which is due in class tomorrow. At the end of the semester it'll probably get tossed, in full-drafted form, into deviantart. If you read it: keep an open mind.

J out.