In Selec Memoriam

By all accounts (that is, all of my accounts), it was a swell weekend. Beautiful weather. Tea with prof (outside of the soc/anthro department!). Toe dipping in gelid waters. Dance show. Ursus Verses' "Circle of Life." Three game sweep. Natasha Bedingfield's "I Want to Have Your Babies." Korean barbeque. It was all so full of fun and friends that I didn't even miss missing the killer Ninja Turtles party of the 9th floor.

Ok- LIE- who wouldn't be sorry to miss that party? Each quad was decorated to a theme- sewer, streets, etc., there were pizza boxes everywhere- and they had Turtle masks to give out! (Sigh) If only it wasn't populated by underclassmen...

Even accounting for that regret, however, I enjoyed myself. And finished to my readings. Rewrote a chapter. Sent in an application. I was pretty tickled with my weekend until this morning. Everything now is pretty much in the crappers. I tried to access a TimeSelect article from NYTimes and found myself blocked. The Bo's trial subscription for TimeSelect had, after 6 months, run out. I can no longer access the archives or read Op-Ed pieces with a simple click, as I had grown so used to doing the past six months. A whole section of the papers is now off limits to me. I am now just another one in the ignorant, Select-less masses. The world seems to have a little less color now than it did just 12 hours ago. A little less caring. And a lot more selective.