timewarped

So daylights savings time is really screwing me up. This has never really happened before -- I've traveled between all sorts of timezones in the United States and Europe and been relatively unaffected by the time difference. However, these last few days I've been caught off guard -- morning comes too early, and so does night. They say you can adapt more easily if you stay fed, and since all I've eatten today has been a sandwich, some maccaroni and a handful of Cheez-Its at about 4:30 (oh, and five M&Ms right this second), I guess that could be a part of it. La la la. This probably doesn't have too much to do with my girlfriend being out of town, but then again, it might. Please don't yell at me, anyone!

Here is the most recent flyer I've done for Breakfast Epiphanies. Aron from the Parachutes says that all my flyers so far have a visual theme of one person versus the universe. I said that's what music is all about. He said that's why he likes them.



Or whatever. I wanted to color this one, but I flattened the photoshop image before I had a chance to, so now it's too late. I'll probably try something different next time. But . . . what?

clocks, bedtimes and whatever

I had two major projects due today that I was more-or-less unable to work on over the weekend due to being the in the desert, so I stayed up until about four in the morning last night finishing them up. It's been a while since I worked that late in the night, as these days I tend to just turn in and go to sleep once the hour hand starts getting into the signal digits again, because once a new day is born I start to think "oh man, I shouldn't be up this late, I'm not going to be able to think or do anything," but I was surprisingly cognizant, and managed to finish everything I wanted to.
Gettiing up for my class in the morning was another story, since my head only flet halfway put together and my eyes would not stay open. I debated back and forth in a half-dream state, finally deciding to skip my first class and go to my second class an hour later, even though I halfway hated myself for it.
Then, when I got up for my second class I realized I had miscalculated my classtime or misread my clock, or something -- my first class still hadn't started yet. Somehow there was still enough grace for me to not be a slacker today.

Desert landscapes

I don't have time for a full travelouge from this weekend's trip, but I'll try and get on that soon. For now, I'll suffice to say that we enjoyed our time with my family and got to see a ton of amazing things off the beaten path. Here are some pictures.


On our jeeping expedition, we ate lunch were the lawn chairs are, then scrambled up to snap this picture.


There's a huge pile of marble-shaped iron pellets off to the side of these tracks, where a flat car tipped years and years ago. These days train company only sends enough material down the pike to legally keep their claim to the tracks.


Giraffes are obviously not native to Palm Desert. These live in captivity at The Living Desert, along with a few ostriches and some other wild animals and a lot of cactus.


An oasis in Imperial Valley. A couple from my aunt and uncle's RV spa was married there this winter.


This used to be a car where more random debris, couches, old mining equipment and hundreds of tires lie scattered at the remains of a hermit's outpost which was abandoned after a fire ten years ago. It's now called "the tire farm."


Sunset.