fight the man!

well i just had lunch with nick bott at ‘el toro’. el toro is an eating club for toyon residents here at stanford. it was actually pretty cool–it had the ambience of a semi-run-down mexican food restaurant, with some lively mexican polka beats emanating from the kitchen. in any case, it made me realize once again how screwed over i am by wilbur dining, with their points and their overpriced entrees. here’s just a brief outline of my complaint:

1. we are required to buy one of three meal plans–Lite, Regular, or Premium, which are all about $80 in price difference
2. depending on the meal plan, we get a certain number of points for the quarter. i have the Lite plan, so i have 894 points for the quarter
3. some data: 1 point = $1.33. and 894 points equates to about 6 points per meal, if i eat twice a day.
4. entrees range from 3.50 points to 7 points. this, in dollars, is $4.66 to $9.31. a 16oz fountain drink adds $1.26.
5. i definitely should not have to pay $10 to get a medium sized meal and a drink. but this is very easily possible.
6. the dining hall also sells commercial items, like snapple, yoplait yogurt, whole fruit, etc…
7. a larger-than-12-oz-bottled-drink, i.e. Snapple, Nantucket Nectars, IBC, etc… is 2.45 points. this is $3.26. $3.26!!! at Safeway, a local, expensive grocery store, one bottle of the exact same snapple costs $1.39. the dining hall price is 2.3 times the market price! and why could this be? OPERATING COSTS?? all they have to do is take the bottles off the truck and put them on the shelf. 0 hardship.
8. this is completely unacceptable.

so, i find it horribly unjust that we are forced by the university to be uneconomical. furthermore, the university is not even consistent: not everyone suffers under the extortion of dining services. it is only because i am in Soto, a wilbur dorm, that i am subject to this treatment. what compounds things is that i did not even CHOOSE wilbur–a bad draw number limited my choices to the extent that i was virtually forced in here. and, even if it is argued that i did choose wilbur, at the time the choice was made wilbur was not on a points system, and they changed over to this system without my, or any student’s, input. apparently it is not enough for the university to charge us obscene amounts of money for tuition; they must also want to squeeze us dry of money that, if left to us, could feed a whole family for a quarter.

this is my complaint, and i’m going to the top with it. dining services, you’re out there, and i will get you.

disc on spin: raw materials, mars ill

epibouleuomen toi basilei

the last thing i want to do right now is study greek. but i do like this one sentence i just read: “epibouleuomen toi basilei”–“we are plotting against the king”. if there was a king around i think i’d plot against him, just for kicks.

talked to emily for a while today. things are getting better, i think. i just wish my feelings would get themselves in order–it’s not like them to be opposed to me as they have been recently. feelings don’t control the mind right? the mind controls the feelings. or so it’s always been. so with this conflict i don’t know how much weight i should lend feelings, when they have no basis in anything but themselves. and yet they are what you most closely and immediately perceive, because you are FEELING them. but unless they validate themselves sometime soon i sure as heck am not going to listen to them when they say absurd things.

well. i’m praying that that situation will work itself out in the next week and a half before the trip to london. i get excited thinking about that–the trip. i need to travel; it’s in my blood.

if i’m not going to get any work done i might as well play computer games. out.

now playing:
the well
pedro the lion

almost there

almost there* atleast in my dreams when i’m sleeping
it seems that the needle is full endlessly but you
keep on waking me i’m almost there it’s on the tip
of my tongue and it never goes away it never comes
to stay the chances are slight that i won’t shoot up
tonight but the sensation that’s waiting beneath is
a kick in the teeth

–david bazan