Life is a bunch of non-sequiturs

I just got over a mild fever over the weekend, and now I have to deal with a cold, a sore throat, and a really huge ulcer in the back of my left jaw. It's not particularly pleasant, especially when you don't want to talk to avoid aggravating your jaw or your throat, and you're in a 16 person class. Although I'm really appreciating the value of instant oatmeal now, since you don't have to chew anything. Yay for TroGro and their stocking of Quaker's Baked Apple.

Last night I went to see Ladysmith Black Mambazo with Bonnie and Greg. I'll have to say, they're ageless. The oldest are in their 60s and they're still jumping all over the place and having the time of lives and acting like they're still 20 without being awkward at all. It's also ageless in the sense that four of Joseph Shabalala's sons are part of the group now. Age is really just a number for these guys. The sad part was, after watching them perform and celebrate the achievements of South Africa and Nelson Mandela, I opened the CNN website this morning and found an article about a video in South Africa filming white students abusing black campus staff. It's a long, long walk to freedom, and we've only just left the last pit stop.

Also, never give those guys caffeine of any sort.

In the beginning...

So I decided to start a blog. And honestly, it probably won't be much different from my old Xanga (even the URL is the same as the old title), only I won't use netspeak. Unless I'm making fun of it. But hell, it's just one of those whims I get at 12am when I don't want to study for a test tomorrow. Just like yesterday, when I had the sudden impulse to personally deliver a jury summons that had ended up in my mailbox; I figured it was important enough to the person that they needed it as soon as possible so I decided not to wait for the CSC to do their job and mail the thing. 

So why "Being Alive"? 

1) my friend already snagged the line "proving my existence",

2) an ironic jab at my alter ego, who is technically a wandering spirit with a preference for bathroom mirrors,

3) I tend to live life on a day to day basis, hence "another day, another 24 hours."