Ah, beer. Live Oak, my friend, it's been a while.

Was up at the Posse tonight, watching basketball with Reid, Grady, and Mayfield. There was a group of frat guys sitting right in front of us, and of course there were two hot girls with them. I'll never understand this. One decidely hot brunette was dating a fat guy, no R. Not like obese, but chubbs kind of fat. He wasn't even a particularly handsome fat guy, just a plain, F150-driving lard ass. The other girl was sitting in the corner, yawning, but smiling every time one of them paid attention to her. Why are girls so interested in hanging out with these guys? I doubt it's for the exhilirating conversation. I did notice that the guys were not fawning over them, and I wonder if that's the key. I've seen so many groups of what I'd reluctantly call my peers hanging out in groups of about the same size, except everyone seems to be paying special attention to the girl or two in the group, especially if they were this hot. Not so with the fratties. I've been told by girls that girls love a challenge, and that usually means an asshole, which only confirms the irrationality of that sex.

OK, I'll fess up, that above rant was completely envy-inspired.

On a different note, I figured something out about my photography as I walked to class this afternoon. My best pictures aren't of some random instant, captured with the flash, only viewable in that particular blink of the eye. Nor are they of unchanging landscapes or abstract compositions. Instead, I seem to draw from a middle ground of things that are temporal yet stable. Portraits and plants seem to be my two major subjects, and I often prefer to photograph at dusk, as the light slowly changes. It's like I need to be able to examine the subject as its appearance changes to understand how best to distill it. "Everything is in flux," except a photo.