Battened down to fair the wind

"After all these implements and text designed by intellects
So vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides.
And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines
Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine."
--from "Saint Simon" by The Shins

I've barely touched a book the last few days and finals are upon me. Actually, I'm in the midst of them. I'll jump through my hoops and emerge from this week unscathed, I'm sure, but in the end how much knowledge will I retain? There's still so much yet to be discovered, so much I don't know.

One thing I do know: Yakima, Washington is a heck of a long way from Upland, Indiana.