On Valentine's day I visited the birthplace of JFK

...then I cried in a corner alone. Just kidding!!! I didn't really. Well, not in so many words.



I did play third-wheel on a date with my roommate and her boyfriend (see above). We ate delicious crepes and discussed the Iran-Contra affair. Then we held hands and skipped.

Social Capital

I just read this post today - an entry by The Person who talked me into starting this blog in the first place, the same person who inspired the canny lack of capitalizition. So of course, I'm flattered by the shout-out.

Also.

It's interesting that this person, like me, decided to change his textual methodology. Knowing him as well as I do, I'd expect him to seriously ruminate over why I (a self-proclaimed semi-influential figure in his life) would decide to suddenly throw these dominant letters into my blog.* Then I think he'd analyze his own reasoning for never using THEM and start to wonder if a change was necessary and if his writing could benefit from some similar modification. He would consider all consequences of any potential actions. He would scrutinize the upper and lower cases while attempting to understand the true and secret meaning of this dichotomy and how it affects his existence. He would probably dream about it. In the end, he would never jump right in and get capital crazy (like me). Instead, he would make some subtle, tactical changes to the blog, just to juice up his stuff a little, but he would never make a complete u-turn and deviate from that original lower-cased constitution that is still very important to him and his being. Anyway, I'm 99% positive that this was the thought process that lead to the recent alteration in structure of hundred billion castaways. (Note: I've told him before that I always know what he's thinking. He knows I know, so it's okay.)

*The main reason for MY decision was pure boredom. Also, I feel that I can convey more emotion and rhythm by adding some strategic variations in letter height. Like an ECG.