so i got this letter from my old high school in the mail, with the letterhead and everything - very nice, to see that stuffy old logo again. it was for a "reception" cocktail hr ("ssa: celebrating the past, framing the future") in the city hosted by the founders of this award annicka and i got our senior yr, and the president/headmaster. why will they all be in ny? how did they get my address? i won't be able to go - it's a few days after i go home for spring break. but it made me happy, to know that somewhere out there someone at the switchboard is searching a database and printing out my name on that nice ivory stationary. i also wish i could have gone, just because i'd like to see the looks on their faces - that look that silently screams"we know you go here but jesus who let you in, that hair is barely passing for a 'natural shade'" after coming to slc i really haven't played that roll for years. i'm more on the other side of the mirror here - i have to say it's less anxious place to be, if less exciting.

i've really been on a koolhaas kick for the past day or so, if you haven't noticed. but now i may be passing into the far more tempting 'joshua prince ramus' realm which most of the world also seems to be enraptured with right now. koolhaas' protege, broken off from OMA to form REX architects. "prince josh," "so dreamy!" "so young!" "you try qualifying for the olympics in the middle of grad school!" geez. but then again, if you watch his TED talk from last month (here), he does sort of come off as awesome, especially in the second half of the presentation.
the two:

interestingly, ive heard rumors that he was able to rise so quickly through the OMA ranks because he provided some kind of monetary investment in it. sad and also logical? but just as likely, the envious mutterings of those moving more slowly upwards.

ive gotten into this habit of sitting in bed and watching 4-6 episodes of aqua teen hunger force before i go to bed. weirdly, i havent had any bad dreams since beginning this practice. which doesnt make any sense, considering that the last image i remember seeing last night before i fell asleep with the computer was of gigantic crabs that carl let loose when he tried to 'enlarge' himself using frylock's shrink machine. but i wont question it - it works.