Fred Rogers is dead. Also known as Mr. Rogers, from Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. I can't believe it. Of all the people in the world, I thought if there was one person in the world that should live forever, it should be him. I almost feel like crying. I remember watching him all the time when I was a kid, the show would come on right after Sesame Street and I would always look forward to him walking in the door. I KNEW that he was gonna take a sweater from the closet, but you never knew what color it was going to be that day. He would always do that zip-up-all-the-way-then-zip-halfway-down thing. And then he'd always change his shoes and tie them. The crazy thing was that he would ALWAYS get it done before he finished singing. He was like the master of zen.

And his voice, oh his voice could entrance any ADD-psychotic child into someone that could almost be seen as normal during the course of his show. It was calm and simple, but never patronizing, and it just connected like he was talking to you and just you. I still remember watching it every once in a while in college and still be amazed that 15 years later, he was still the same good, wholesome individual that he always was.

A friend said he knew someone that met Mr. Rogers personally. They said he was exactly the person he portrayed on tv. Kind, caring, and just the perfect image of what a person should be. Articles strewn all over the web contest to this fact. It would seem that anyone being overly nice and sugary for a children's show (i.e. Barney) would elicit a backlash of hatred, but Mr. Rogers was just so obviously genuine, that it was hard not to respect him for what he did and all the things that he taught us everyday about friends, family, and how to deal with the emotions that we felt.

I don't think I can write anymore, it is so sad. Mr. Rogers, if you can hear me, I wish I could have met you, I wish I could have thanked you for everything you've taught me and made me into a better person. We all strive to be like you.

Rest in peace.

Damn, this was a fun weekend. Picked up pam from the airport and the start of her spring break, and hung out with her all weekend. Went to her friend, willie's house party consisting mostly of art school people. very interesting to say the least, lots of different flavors around and a refreshing twist from the normal slant-eyed friends I hang out with all the time. Reminded me of freshman year, going to the frat parties.

Also got introduced to janice and bf joel. berkeley fokkers. maybe I'll apply there for next year. so got wasted, and ended up dancing upstairs, just me and pam. Awkward at first till I realized they people don't know me and I'll never see them again. Once you remember that, you can just let loose and not give a shit.

So the party ends and we all crash at eddie's place for the night. Wake up early the next morning, get lost driving to work, and make it there 1/2 hr late.

That nite, a little soiree with more of pam's friends(quite sad that she knows more people in Cali than I do, and she's only been here once b4). Mixed mudslides, cranberry vodkas, and peachschnapps shots. Pizza that we bought was amazingly good( It's not delivery, it's Digourno's! Played slapjack, PIG, and kings. Everyone got wasted, and we crashed at janice's place.

What did I learn?

1. Being introduced to people means you already have a bond, that bond being the introducee and at least have that relevant topic to talk about. This can be compared with meeting strangers in a club and while attempting to dance and read their body-laguage at the same time, trying to yell in their ear "Haven't I seen you from somewhere?"

2. Alcohol and people are interdependant, but not interchangeable, i.e. if the people are fun, then good times can be had with nary a drink or 3. But if the people suck, even the strongest snake-and-tiger-penis enriched rice wine from the Tang's secret basement will not make up for the lack of personality present.

And the physical evidence.

Damn, this was a fun weekend. Picked up pam from the airport and the start of her spring break, and hung out with her all weekend. Went to her friend, willie's house party consisting mostly of art school people. very interesting to say the least, lots of different flavors around and a refreshing twist from the normal slant-eyed friends I hang out with all the time. Reminded me of freshman year, going to the frat parties.

Also got introduced to janice and bf joel. berkeley fokkers. maybe I'll apply there for next year. so got wasted, and ended up dancing upstairs, just me and pam. Awkward at first till I realized they people don't know me and I'll never see them again. Once you remember that, you can just let loose and not give a shit.

So the party ends and we all crash at eddie's place for the night. Wake up early the next morning, get lost driving to work, and make it there 1/2 hr late.

That nite, a little soiree with more of pam's friends(quite sad that she knows more people in Cali than I do, and she's only been here once b4). Mixed mudslides, cranberry vodkas, and peachschnapps shots. Pizza that we bought was amazingly good( It's not delivery, it's Digourno's! Played slapjack, PIG, and kings. Everyone got wasted, and we crashed at janice's place.

What did I learn?

1. Being introduced to people means you already have a bond, that bond being the introducee and at least have that relevant topic to talk about. This can be compared with meeting strangers in a club and while attempting to dance and read their body-laguage at the same time, trying to yell in their ear "Haven't I seen you from somewhere?"

2. Alcohol and people are interdependant, but not interchangeable, i.e. if the people are fun, then good times can be had with nary a drink or 3. But if the people suck, even the strongest snake-and-tiger-penis enriched rice wine from the Tang's secret basement will not make up for the lack of personality present.