Supplemental.

Starin' Through My Rear View
2Pac
Tupac Resurrection

So much has changed since the last post. I mean, gee-whiz, can't a brotha live?
Now that I finally, finally, got around to putting up my own pictures for this blog, Fetch no longer wants to give me the option. After it tries to get file list, it slows down, and then it stops working.
Bummer.
Adding injury to insult, I finally said to myself To hell with planning, just talk to 'em and see what happens, and again I set myself up for murder. After several bad attempts at talking to Sandra from BIO 102, I eventually talked with Tatiana (no, it's not like that. I have to setup shop, somehow...). We exchanged niceties, and even got a little background information. Good, good, good. But, upon learning what my PCBU's do, she reports her findings back to Sandra. That's when I realized: they truly are inseparable. Though I really have no problem that, I do: when I date someone, I only date one person at a time. I don't do two-fer's, unless of course, it is of huge benefit to me.
I haven't completely given up hope however, I still intend to lay my foundation and see what happens. But from here, it don't look promising.
That leaves the Jazz SSF, Jennifer. Again, I reiterate the fact that the goods haven't been tainted. Again, I reiterate that I may be heading for unchartered waters my last semester. But, who cares?!

Blue & Green
Miles Davis
Kind of Blue

This is the shit, man. Hands down, the best jazz album ever created, this 6-track CD is living testament to why I love jazz; and Coltrane, and Davis...

Again, Unable to build data connection... connection timed out...
What the hell does this mean?! Why can't I upload no more?!?!
Well katz, until next time...
And oh yeah, the freelance blog has been delayed. My a-pillow-gies...