We played soccer last thursday and we lost, but it was SO much fun to play.  It would have been a whole lot more fun if I hadn’t pulled an all-nighter before hand, but details are irrelevant at the end of the day.  The best part was going to the bar afterwards with the team (those of age, that is) and having a drink and playing a couple games of pool.  I love that about this community.  The “right” bars are laid back enough to let us come in wearing cleats and smelling like sweat without batting an eye.  Cincinnati, taking it like a man.

On to a more enjoyable front, I went to the library and rented 7 or 8 christmas music CD’s, and that’s barely the beginning.  Since losing my iPod this summer to the depths of the toilet bowl, I’ve had to try and compensate for my former collection of music.  I’ve  constructed a good repertoire of pop and hip-hop music, and now I’m working on the christmas section.  Julie Andrews and Frank Sinatra took second precedence after Nat King Cole.  I can’t wait to tackle the classical music arena, although I should make sure I have enough space at that point.

This evening was an ideal one:  after class, Kourtnei, Justin and I went to Neon’s bar to have a beer and play some free pool.  I got into an intense argument with Justin about a theory I’ve been contemplating: should humans be obligated to aim to contribute something innovative, remarkable, or just life changing to the world?  I’ve been thinking about the common goal of all of my artwork and trying to dig deeper into why I chose VizCom as a career as opposed to painting, and one of the MANY conclusions is that VizCom has a more direct way of affecting the world.  Building from that, I realized that more often than not, the people I get annoyed with on the street are people whose lives are on a direct path to meaninglessness.  My theory has been developing to determine whether our lives are most meaningful when we’ve tried our best to make a difference to the world in some respect, which as artists, it is tempting to say “eff the world, I’m going to do what makes me happy.”  The internal dilemma I’m having now is whether we, as occupants of the world that we have built, essentially, should be obligated to make a conscious effort to improve on it.  With that argument against Justin’s argument to the contrary, I left the bar to go on a scheduled walk with Jessie and Bobbi from the dorms.  It was a productive evening, indeed, and now I can work on homework.