Just fyi…

I’ve moved over the blog to WordPress!

Apart from the nifty blog theme, the RSS feed has also changed if you’ve been keeping  up with blug.  So, you’ll need to resubscribe.  Enjoy.

New hosting is on its way.

Kiwimonk will soon be back.

Apologies, apparently my web hosting for Kiwimonk.com has decided to encounter problems.

And by problems I mean drop off of the face of Earth.

Temporary blogspot domain until fixing occurs.

It’s been a little while, a hiatus you could say. No need for pansy apologies for lost time.

However, I did return to the faithful blogging DeCal on Monday which brought a short creative writing exercise. Asked to depict a scene on paper, I naturally began to ramble on about Jean Claude Van-Damme, but after realizing my brief piece sounded exactly like every other blog I’ve written, I scratched out my previous lines and produced this literary masterpiece.

Don’t judge. It was a long day.

“Light breaks as rays of light tear the gloomy sky. Colors bleed into daybreak as a sharp neigh echoes from the opening dawn. It is the mystical, it is the beautiful, it is the powerful, it is the unicorn.

It is my unicorn.

My eyes shudder as the pure aura of this untouchable figure overwhelms my gaze. My heart races my breath just as it has countless times before. Some things just do not change.

Bartholomew has been my solemn steed of glory for 14 years. Bred from the Cerulean Unicorns of upper Mazatlan, his immaculate white coat slides effortlessly across my war-torn armor as I mount him. In our land, souls of past lives, of past sacrifices seem to reunite in life. I gaze out from atop Bartholomew upon the beating Earth, the calm before the storm for today we hold our ground on the cusp of war.

The battle for Lower, Upper, and Middle Earth inches forward. In barely one day’s time the hearts of man will be pitted against the rage of beast, cold steel will clang as the screams of merciless soldiers will resonate through our land. From the snow dressed mountain tops to the dark jungles below, our cries will echo in life and in death.

My unicorn and I stand, without a single quiver, prepared to die.”

I’m back.

During last semester, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I walked by Pappy at Faculty Glade en route to my Physics 7A lecture only to see a mother gingerly guiding her son on his training-wheel-equipped bicycle as he bobbled back and forth in the opposite direction. After months of gauging how many minutes I had left until Bear Time ran out by noticing where on my path I encountered the mother-son duo, seasons changed and my first Cal semester drew to a close. But just this morning, a new day, a new semester, I milled towards LeConte Hall and saw the same boy with a triumphant grin on his face whizzing by 30 feet in front of his mother no longer shackled down by the restraints of his training wheels…

And later that day, I found out I had pink eye…In both eyes.

I never considered myself a writer. In all honesty, I always saw English as the toughest class to make the grade in throughout the years. However, to my surprise, life without English during my first leg at college proved frustrating. It seems as though it’s moderately important to use more than just the left side of your brain for an extended period of time. For instance, it resulted in all-to-vivid moments finding myself wallowing in the wake of awkward silence following undoubtedly born-to-fail attempts to deliver a poor excuse for a joke.

Nonetheless, this blog serves as one) an outlet to refuel my right hemisphere and two) an opportunity to let some friends and family back in my home-state take a glimpse into my day to day at Cal. Welcome to my life. My name is Kevin; I still have allergic conjunctivitis, and it’s about time I got back on the bike.