I aplogize for the late notice, but sometimes things just come up. Next week I will be back and it will be my last show. Thankyou to all of you who listen regularly.

This school year winds down with the inevibility of coal train at full speed with it�s brakes out. Will I crash into the end of the year or will I just slowly succomb to the burden of my classes in the final hour and just give up. Sure, school seems futil most of the time but yet somehow certain classes compel me to study and do homework, both of which are entirely in opposition to my nature. My level of effort exerted on any one class is dependant upon that classes specific topic. Certain classes I will put the minimum effort into and still manage to pull out a fairly decent grade, these subjects include literature, english, and geography. In classes that I truly enjoy I also feel the most challenged. Art and Marketing are the classes that I have attended the most faithfully this semester and also the classes that I have gotten the most out of, but these classes are the ones that I end up loathing more than anything else by the end of the year. All art and design classes sap my very soul, and Marketing 300, though informative, is often tedious.

I am still unsure about where I will be going for the summer, I am following up two possibilites for internships. Offut AFB in Omaha is offering a summer job as a Flash designer/programmer, which is a great opportunity. I am also hoping to hear soon from a company here in Kearney that does local ITS and is offering a summer internship doing a lot of marketing work. The pro�s and con�s for each option are too convoluted to relate here. Let it stand that I am hoping God simply makes my decision for me and saves me the stress of thinking �what if?�.

I am still working on trying to recover some encrypted files from a HDD that came out of a buddy�s computer. Linux is every IT persons friend.

I leave you with a few more words of sage wisdom: �Everybody wang chung tonight.�

As the early morning marches forward towards 3 o�clock I prepare to rest for a few hours of blissful unconciousness. Yet I find myself unable to retire for the night without venting a few words to this public playground of pandemic puffery that we call the blogosphere. Writing, transforming ideas into concrete structures of universal meaning, is a practice that I find most soothing. When confronted with stress of varying forms writing seems to calm my nerves. When there are simply a number of ideas all crowding my mind seeking attention I need to place some of those ideas into a tangible form to clear up my conciousness.

I think that may be the difference between childhood and adulthood. When we are children� no, all I can speak from is my own experiences. When I was a child my mind did not dwell upon many matters at once. I had little if no responsibility and I reveled in the majestic freedom that comes from a complete and utter lack of care. When I did not have to care about any tasks or responsibilities my mind was free to wander into realms that are completely unattainable for those that are encumbered by the burdens of responsibility, I honestly believe that I did some of my best abstract creative thinking when I was a child. Whatever field my mind wished to pursue I could spin out a thousand random ideas about what could be the truth and why. Science was a field that I felt attracted to at a young age, I do not know why, but physics and engineering grabbed my attention before I had even a grasp of what they truly involved. My complete abhorrence of math ultimately prevented my from pursuing my interest in the physical sciences, but I still wonder what profound ideas passed through my prepubescent cranium that will never be duplicated or recalled. It does not really matter if I was right about any of my ideas as a child, it�s the process of stretching those mental muscles that is important. I wish that I could relieve myself of all worries and cares again to simply let my mind free itself of cultures garbage. I feel that the human mind has potential for creative construction far beyond what we experience in adulthood.

Perhaps wisdom and knowledge are really just huge walls that get erected around a mind that could be capable of accomplishing feats of creativity, imagination, and uninhibited reasoning that could amaze even the most accomplished mentats of our time.

Or, perhaps this rant is a unfounded and ridiculous. Nothing more than a symptom of my personality. Maybe it doesn�t matter what was or what could have been. Perhaps I should just appreciate the wonderful life that I get to live here and now despite my burden of responsibilities.

In the best interest of promoting that which I enjoy I will now suggest two products to you. One is the movie �School of Rock�, Jack Black is a comedic and musical all star. The other product is �Berryclear Sprite Remix�. This is pop that I can really enjoy. It�s clear, it tastes like crystaline liquid skittles and its a great caffeine free alternative soft drink. I don�t know why I haven�t heard about it before, but I am glad that I tried it.

Now that I have completely confused you with random trains of thought. I will leave you with a quote - �Domo Arigato Mister Roboto�.

I would really love design if it was my only job. All of the complex concepts stike a chord within me. I know that I will enjoy producing some form of media in an aesthetic way for a career after graduation. Now though ,the time intensive task of producing some sort of creative work just for a teacher who doesn�t really care about what we do anyways becomes a little disheartening. I have many other �jobs� right now. I won�t always have the time to spend on one single class as if it were a fulltime career in and of itself.

Then again there is that little voice in my head that says�If you are so busy, then why did you spend most of your weekend sitting in a recliner watching movies and napping?�. I quickly tell that voice to shutup or I�ll kick it�smetaphorical teeth. This isn�t really a schizophrenic sort of voice, it�s more of a self analyzing cynical sort of voice that just keeps me from getting to self righteous.

Well, class is over and i should probably make myself scarce.

More updates from the home-front coming soon.

I never know what to expect from one day to the next. My schedule is like a living organism itself which if left unattended will divide and multiply like an arithmetic algae. Some days I have no idea what I will be doing in the next hour. New responsibilities and event crop up everywhere I turn, and the most diligent PDA usage will not save me from chaos. Yesterday was a little hectic. Not to bad, and actually quite fun, but totally disorganized.

Jon came down and visited my while he was on Easter break. We of course do not get an easter break at UNK. So Jon came down in time to participate in our weekly Campus Crusade meeting, which was fun. And he spent the majority of the evening in the studio for my radio show. That studio was like grand central station last night. I�ve never been to grand central station, nor have I been to any station, Grand, Central, or otherwise. The point remains though that at one tim we had 11 people in the studio. For the first two hours it was just Jon and myself, with a few people dropping in from time to time. Around Midinight another 9 people showed up. That party was hopping. Then we hopped on over to daylight donuts around 1 to introduce Jonny T to the world of late night fresh donuts in Kearney. Who would have suspected that donuts at 1 am would be such a popular college student passtime?

Now I get to sit in work today and enjoy the wonderful feeling that is friday.

With a little bit of luck I will have a recording of the show last night for you all to enjoy up soon at timbly.com.

I believe that my agenda today includes the installation of the Fedora distribution of linux. I have tried a large number of linux Distributions over the past 4 years, few have been entirely satisfactory. Let�s see if Fedore test release 2 works out any better.

MSN is an epidemic. IM is a disease that has infected the latest generation of Junior High people. Sure, I get on MSN, or Yahoo sometimes, but it�s not like some drug that I need every minute of the day. Here�s the story: Aaron and I are over in the Fine Arts Building setting up some computers for an e-mail bar. Aaron leaves to get some stuff from the office and leaves me here. It�s after 7 pm, and there are not many people around, so I figure it will be ok to leave the computers for a minute to go to the bathroom. Since we were still finishing setting the machines up they were still logged in as administrator. In the normal e-mail bar account all applications other than Internet Explorer and Adobe Reader are disable. But in Administrator mode all the normal default apps are accessable, including MSN. When I come back from the bathroom 2 minutes later there are people on each computer. One person was a roughly Junior High aged girl that was in the process of signing on to MSN. I tried to be polite in shooing them away from the machines, but I think they still felt like I was being a jerk not letting her log into MSN.

That�s all for now, I�ll have more to talk about tomorrow when Jonny T gets here.

I suppose I should do some dusting in here, it�s been a while since I�ve popped in to say anything lately. My commitment to regular blogging has been anything but steadfast, but I still feel bad when I fail to produce any random content for your amusement. I feel little need to update you on every little detail of how my life is progressing, suffice it to say that I am learning much lately about the business of web-design.

One topic I do wish to persue is my relationship with school and academics in general. Obviously I have never been what you might call a �good student�. I naturally rebel against the idea of a teacher demanding that I complete some meaningless assignment for some non-existent reward they dangle before us like the carrot that the donkey is forever cursed to follow.

Now, at college the academic situation is far better than it was during the years of public schooling that we all endure. Yet still some classes just bring out the rebellious nature of my personality. Specifically the art department here at UNK really tends to drive me crazy. Sometimes I really enjoy the projects that we get to do in art class. Most of the time I find these projects tedious and uninspiring. The art department as an entity seems to have it�s own personality, and this personality is not one that I find very appealing. The art department and the teachers in it that I have had contact with are pretty much convinced that the students in their classes will spend what little free time they have on their class alone, not to mention large sums of money on various art supplies that have an exorbitant markup placed on them at the campus book store. All of this is a formula for me to disregard much of what the art departments says and ignore many of the things that professors in that area tell me.

sorry, but I am not feeling well tonight. I dont think I can handle doing the show tonight. Check back next week.

Information is a funny thing. Information is owned in our culture. Just what is information, and in what ways can someone controll it?

I have been reading the book Free Culture by Lawrence Lessig, an authority on the topic of intelectual property. This book is interesting in the fact that it is well written, informative, insightful, and is distributed freely through a creative commons liscence. This book is seriously free to download and read freely as long as you do not use the work for any commercial gain, and always attribute the work to the author.

This system of retaining rights to information while still encouraging free use of the material is a transitionary step from the heavily regulated culture that we have right now to the open and free culutre that the Academics of the Internet tout. US culture, and more specifically, the legal system has grabbed ahold of the idea that all information should be owned and that any use of information without express permission from the �owner� is a violation of the information owners rights. Indeed, this book really opened my eyes to the deeper issue that so many people are not seeing in the entire piracy debate. The problem extends beyond the sharing of music files over a network. The problem lies in the fact that all information is owned in our society and that the owners of that material have the power to enforce their commercial desires upon the public through the government, even if it is not in the best interest of the public.

There is little doubt in my mind that the dinosaurs of the recording and motion picture industries will die off or be radically changed in the decades to come. Despite their best efforts to hold down the information revolution�s inevitable result, there will come a day when these corporations will not dictate so strongly what a consumer can and cannot do with digital information.

I hope to be able to express my thoughts on this matter more clearly after I finish reading the book. Until then I will just say that the freedom of information on the internet may be the single greatest driving force in social chane during the coming century, IMHO.

Here is your spring break wrap up� I have done my laundry, spent lots of time with Becca, visited my faithful listeners up in Orange City, and finally caught up on sleep for the semester. Now it�s almost time to escape from the parents who so joyfully feed me and give me a place to sleep.

In many ways I am ready to get back to the business of school. I have so many activities that I am involved in that I wish to get back into them and get some things accomplished, especially with Level 1 Media.

I got the opportunity to do some work for Midwest Technology here in town and it really made me realize that I am in the right major, and ultimately the right career path. I love working in Photoshop and with web-design projects, which is what I did for midwest for a couple hours yesterday, and I also enjoy doing tech-support, which is just a part of doing a job anywhere when people know that you know about computers. Any geek can sympathize with the plight of everyone constantly having questions for them about any little thing that they don�t understand on their PC. The odd thing is, I don�t really mind actually doing the work of fixing computers and teaching people how to do things for themselves. Even after working for the helldesk at UNK for a couple years I still enjoy getting to help people with their computer problems, it is very satisfying to solve some problems.

The one big thing that I have with this whole business is the money. I am not very good at knowing how much the work I do is worth. Through my experiences with Level 1, I have learned that many of the potential small business customers that I deal with are unwilling to spend any reasonable amount of money on the services that my associates and myself can provide. Then I get an opportunity to work for a small business that actually has a grasp on the reality of the technology market and I do not have a clue as to how much I should charge for what I can do. I get the feeling that sometimes I undervalue the work that I do for some people because of how easy it is for me to finish it quickly. And other times I feel like I am pulling teeth with small one person craft businesses that don�t even live on the same planet as the rest of the business world. The business world is tricky and full of pitfalls that I hope I will learn to navigate more adeptly with experience, but in the mean time I just wish I could find and idiots guide to being a geek for hire.

Snow can be a good thing- snowball fights, sledding, an occasional reason to skip class, but during spring break it is completely unnecessary. It makes you want to jump in a car and keep driving until you see the beautiful sun and not your breath. But alas my car has virtually disappeared on the driveway so that is not looking like a strong possablity. I guess the tactic of taking home tee shirts and flip flops hoping it would be warm did not work and ended up being only blind hope. Ah well, hopefully it will stop soon so at least I�m not stranded in my house. Now is the time to start playing my heart bleeds for you

So spring has broke. Or something like that. Least ways, I am home for a week and it feels great to be away from school! Here�s the list of what I like best about the breaking of this season, in no particular order.

Food - Sure, I know that cafeteria food could be a lot worse, but it could be a lot better too. Mom�s home cooked biscuits drowned in turkey gravy reminds me of tastebuds that I had forgotten about since Christmas vacation.

Lazyness - I don�t have to go to any classes, or take any tests, or be responsible for getting any other of a million little projects done during this break.

Towels - My parents bought new towels and such for the bathroom that I use. I would feel really honored if I didn�t know that my bedroom and bathroom are now the guest bedroom and bathroom. I guess I am lucky that they still consider me a guest. The hitchikers guide to the galaxy informs us that a towel is the most important item to have with you at all times, no one should leave home without one. These particular towels are like wrapping yourself is soft, absorbant, fluffy luxury. Of course this is compared to the towels that I use at college which are hung up to dry and then reused for about a week. Which leads to my next point�

Laundry - I havent done laundry since last month, I really needed to do laundry last weekend, but it wasn�t worth the effort when I knew I could do it for free in a week back here at home.

Becca - Though she is the last thing I list here she is the first thing on my mind every hour of each day that I spend at home. I finally get to spend some real quality time with her again. It seems like forever since I had been with her last. This Thursday marks one year in our dating relationship, I cannot believe that it has gone so fast. I know that we will have many more years of this wonderful relationship, and I am looking forward to them with great anticipation.