Another German essay I don't want to write, though this time my reluctance is driven by laziness and not a philosophical objection to the topic. It's a little 500-word thing, no big deal. It'll probably be fun to defend the faith of a Judas figure.

Listening to some songs from the upcoming Eels CD, "blinking lights and other revelations." Could be good: the first two tracks have really grown on me. Took me four listens to catch the dirty bit in one of them.

Though I'm not sure I like the latest preview, a song called "last time we spoke."

Or the seemingly intentional lack of capitalization on this album. We're not all teenagers reading E.E. Cummings for the first time. Well, that might grow on me too.

Another thought: who owns all these bikes? I see so many bikes on this campus, thrown in the bushes and buried in snow. Whence came the bikes? Whence?