Apologies and alcohol

I've not updated in a very very long time. Sorry! I have a few half-completed, never-posted posts, but I haven't had anything terribly important to say. My best friend ever has a blog now, and it's terrifyingly intelligent and politically savvy and you should read it if you care anything about Alaska or the world, but mostly I don't have very much to say other than "I soldered some microphone cords today. I sure do like Buffy the Vampire Slayer." But here goes.

I'm in the last three weeks of my internship in video production at my college. Now is when things go crazy. I'm the technical director and video engineer for our graduation ceremony, and I'm feeling supremely underqualified, but I'm hoping to cram as much knowledge into my head as I possibly can in the time available. Sub-carrier, h-phase, YCbCr. Towards the end, I'll be working 12 hour days. I really do love my job.

I turned twenty-one on Sunday. I completed my pact with my father and managed to avoid all alcohol until the stroke of midnight on the 28th of May, 2006, and then I went to a gay bar and danced the night away. I tried beer. It was all right. Champagne was nicer. Tonight I went to a bar with some friends of mine, and saw approximately 90% of my local acquaintances. I'm not all that into the drinking, but the social aspect of being allowed in is sort of nice. Also that particular bar has a sticker-photo machine, so I'm pretty much sold.

I'm in a period of impermanence at the moment. Most of the people with whom I spend most of my time will be leaving town in a month or less. I'll be moving into a house across town, working where I work now, and plan to spend my free time this summer making movies in the sun. Summers are strange. It's confusing to me that I've had twenty of them and they haven't become less odd yet.