www.adamatlast.blogspot.com and I have several things in common. I have taken the liberty of writing out a list of these commonalities, assuming that you are interested enough to warrant me spending the time. The following list should establish the fact that Adam and I are in fact one and the same person. Are we? Are we?

1. Our undying affections for a girl our friend is dating.
2. An infatuation with Starbucks coffee and the women who serve it.
3. An unhealthy commitment to the Simpsons.
4. We are the only two people in the world who have four copies each of the Ninety Pound Wuss single, "In Silence (Whom Can You Trust?)."
5. We are both rock kids in the obscure tradition of dark romantic post-punk experimentalism (although I am more rock than Adamatlast could ever hope to be).
6. We both wear pants.
7. We share the belief that because we don't have girlfriends right now that we will spend our summers surfing, camping, fishing, etc., rather than mope around in the city, going to shows, and engaging in dialogue about why we need to change our lives.

For those of you who never really got into C. S. Lewis, here's his best:

As the Ruin Falls

All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.

Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love--a scholar's parrot may talk Greek--
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.

Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack.
I see the chasm. And everything you are was making
My heart into a bridge by which I might get back
From exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking.

For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains
You give me are more precious than all other gains.
--C. S. Lewis "As the Ruin Falls."

Thought for you to consider and answer for me in complete sentences:

“How do Chinese college students type out their papers?” I mean, traditionally there isn’t an alphabet so there would have to be hundreds if not thousands of keys. And what if the student wants to fool the teacher into thinking he or she is really intelligent—how would they make up their own words? Please respond immediately. Thank you.

I come back to my car today after a walk with a friend in downtown Bellingham, WA and there’s a note on my car from this chick named Jonina. In her grammatical goodness:

Outside:
“Open Me.”

Inside:
“Hi—I dont think you know who I am and I am not sure if I am even writing this to the right person. W [crossed out] I think I have seen you around the ridge when I lived in omega last quarter & I sometimes visit friends up there frequently. I think this is your truck. I once say ya loading stuff into or our of in the winter (you were carrying lots of stuff & I asked if you needed help). Well [crossed out] I think [crossed out] I just remember the little soccer ball! Anyways I’d like to meet ya & hook up sometime. I was parked right nexttaya & though I’d be fearless & write this. So you can call me @ XXX-XXXX, or e-mail me @ XXXXXXX@XXXXXXX.com.

Yeah, well I don’t know her.

Rocker IV,

I am beginning to listen to punk again which may be for two reasons (not including the "I suck" explanation):

1. I am simply engaged in a nostalgic attempt to bring back the feel of those by-gone days in which I listened to pop punk bands like Ghoti Hook, MxPx, and the Huntingtons. This may be because I am rejecting this year of school--the year in which I started to move away from punk altogether.

2. I am actually reverting back to a more primitive self. I am not who I was, but I am--as Sartre asserts--the consciousness of who I was. Thus, I am trying to become once again who I was out of rejection of the self I have become.

At any rate, I am listening to Saves the Day, and the Huntingtons and I find myself nodding my head up and down saying "yes, yes, yes," and occasionally mixing it up a little by shaking by head and saying, "no, no, don't stop a rockin'." I suggest you try the same.

Punker LXVI

PS, it does suck to be them. They don't get to spend the summer talking about going camping while desperately searching for women in the city.

A letter of reply to Adam Wygle:
What would camping without girls be like without the poetic justice of knowing that the girl we were unable to secure is now dating a man who is balding at a rate infinitely greater than us? Good thing we don’t know what girls really think of us.