from newsweek's article on the late ronald reagan, aptly titled "american dreamer":

all his life he was a dreamer, and his imagination had sustained him through the decades in ways big and small. in a remarkable letter written from the sherry-netherland hotel at the corner of 59th street and fifth avenue in manhattan on a july day in the 1950s, reagan displayed his gift for softening the rough edges of life with visions of better things. he was lonely, in the city for an acting job, and had to eat alone. afterward, back at the hotel, he wrote nancy about the evening he wished he'd had -- with her.

"eight million people in this pigeon crap encrusted metropolis and suddenly i realized i was alone with my thoughts and they smelled sulphurous," he wrote her. "time was not a healer. when dinner time finally arrived i walked down to '21' where i ate in lonely splendor. it was at this point with self-pity coming up fast on the rail that you joined me. yes, you and i had roast beef ... wanting only half a bottle of wine we were somewhat restricted in choice but we politely resisted the 'huxtering' of the wine steward ... and settled for a '47 'pichon longueville.' it was tasty, wasn't it?"

the meal done, reagan's imagination kept the movie going. "we walked back in the twilight and i guess i hadn't ought to put us on paper from there on," he continued. "let's just say i didn't know my lines this morning. tonight i think we'll eat at the hotel and you've got to promise to let me study -- at least for a little while. i suppose some people would find it unusual that ou and i can so easily span three thousand miles but in truth it comes very naturally. man can't live without a heart and you are my heart, by far the nicest thing about me and so very necessary. there would be no life without you nor would i want any."

(in the 6/14/04 issue, p45 - i would link to it, but you need a login to view the article)

i saw the punisher last night with fd at the dollar theater...where the movies are $3 on the weekends... it wasn't even worth the money. for the 1st few minutes of the show, the screen was split across the center. the movie itself wasn't much better. it was well done and all, but the all the revenge was incredibly sad. at the end, the guy has killed everyone that was involved in murdering his family. so what should he do now? his family is dead, his enemies are dead, he has no friends, and no job. he was alive until the end of the movie solely to avenge the deaths of his family...so what now?

the supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive. --robert heinlein, "job", 1984

ok...if i were reporting a story on a dangerous intersection, i would be more careful than this while crossing the street.

in other news, i'm crazy busy this summer. i'm working 45-50 hrs a week and taking the intertestamental period online (which lasts until the end of july) and linear algebra (which ends in 1.5 weeks!). it doesn't sound like alot, but somehow i have no time to enjoy myself...

a few quotes from electronics 2 studying...

~i want to be zena, the princess electronics scribe! --fd

~you should jump off a cliff - maybe he would do the same. it would suck to lose you, but it would be worth it. --dd, spoken to me

~if i wasn't a christian, i would kill someone for a grade like that. --js

~that's awesome...in a bad way. --fd


i wrote down lots of great quotes (yes, even though we were trying to study at the same time) from electronics 2 last semester...but these are the only ones i could find. hopefully they are humorous to those who weren't there...