Blog of Billy

I love palindromes.

Even more than palindromes, though, I love debate. I've judged two tournaments in the last couple of weeks for the high schoolers, and every time, I get to thinking that I want to get back into it more and more. The people alone are reason enough to spend time with drama-heavy high schoolers, even if some people don't seem to seek you out to chat with you. (Just kidding, Jennie). The activity is so entertaining that I actually ended up cutting the Dillon book about security and whatnot. It was disturbingly good, even if I didn't understand as much of the Heideggerian philosophy as I would like. It is still empowering, though, to think that not only does my delving into international philosophy have an impact on my interpersonal relationships, but that I can and should deal within an ethic of love in both. Good stuff.

North Tulsa as a town is pretty icky. I drove around in a big 4 mile circle, and found not a single Taco Bell, though I did find not less than 6 auto salvage yards, 2 Arby's, 2 Church's Chicken, and even a place that proudly advertised that it would give me an (illegal) tattoo. Oh, well, no cheeseritos for me. Cheeseritos are so good, but sadly I've found only a handful of people who like them at all, much less consider them the manna from heaven I know them to be. I actually met one of them this week, over at Patrick and Sandra's apartment, a young womun named Courtney who is intrigued by Communism and is really cute. Her current relationship status is a bit weird, but I suppose that the "non-commital nothing" is more entertaining for her and Ronald than the "bitter divorcing" has been for me.

I still maintain that the Taco Bell at 2nd and Santa Fe in Edmond is the best there is. Everyone there still remembers how to make a cheeserito, and I've never had an order messed up or take too long. To this day, I won't go another Taco Bell in Edmond.

"Reviled did I live," said I, "as evil I did deliver."