It's after midnight. I'm typing at my computer when I realize a round, bright white light is piercing through the closed shades over my window. It's the full moon, glaring unrelentingly at me with some unspoken message. In the 1.5 years I've inhabited this room, this has never happened. How did the moon make it through tonight?

Did someone seriously just go by shouting in a fake Irish accent, "I am the f*cking beer master!" to the hooting accompaniment of his friends?

Who woulda thunk that Stewart Brand would give the best Keynote/Ppt-type presentation I'd ever seen? There were so many slides I felt as if the whole thing was advancing with a life of its own. Lesson learned.

"If you haven't watched The Matrix, you'll have a hard time understanding this course."

I have to give up a new media course with a professor who can say that? *sigh* What I do to pursue the carillon... Feld's course is going to be amazing, though. The electric excitement in the room throughout the morning foreshadows as much.

It's awfully entertaining to me in my campanologically nerdy way that UC Berkeley's library catalog gives as search term examples on its home page "bell tolls" and "for whom the bell." I apologize for not having resisted sharing that incredibly stupid fact with you.