Google Wave: What Are You?

A poem by Sloan Greenberg

Google Wave, what are you?

I put you as a bookmark

But literally have no idea what you do.

I can never tell if my contacts are on-line

I just always assume they aren't

because I have less than nine.

Google Wave is a mystery to me. Apparently it's going to be the next greatest thing in instant messaging but, I'm not convinced.

Number one, it's confusing. Number two, one of the features is that people can see what you're typing without pressing send. In other words, it's like livetype (I think I made that up) and what if you're a bad speller? That's just embrarassing.

I know it's still in the beta version but, so is Farmville and that seems to be working just fine for everyone.

Back... Again

Per usuale I made a commitment and per usuale, I broke it. Since I was taking 17 credit hours this semester and in fact, am not smart enough to do that, blogging was the first thing to let go.

Good news: I took my last final today. It was bio ughh, the worst class on the planet.

Bio, Ughh.

A Play in One Act

INT. Lab Science Building (which took me 25 minutes to find)- DAY

Me:

I just don't understand. I go to every class,

take notes, do the reading, come to office hours,

and somehow still got a 46 on the test.

My TA

Well, it seems to me like you're doing the

bare minimum.

Me

The bare minimum? THE BARE MINIMUM?

What, do you want me to dissect a

fetal pig in my spare time?

My TA

I suppose that would be a start.

But now, I'm officially a part time student! I guess this means I have no excuse not to graduate on time...

Anyway, point is: I'm not going to promise I'll write more, because then, inevitably, I won't. But MAYBE.

What I Do at School

Thank you to Oasis, my blackberry, and the guy at the Verizon Store who gets the food crumbs out of my trackball without judging me or telling anyone about it. For without them, this would not have been possible.