One lil' tidbit I may have forgot to tell you about my sojourn to the border of Orgyville -- [details omitted]
-Me in an email to E
Friday, October 03, 2003
Thursday, October 02, 2003
everybody's gotta take a turnI went and looked at a new apartment today - a nice two bedroom to be shared with a decent roommate. Hopefully, my credit troubles won't get too too much in the way. The only two problems are that it's clear on the other side of town from where I am now and that makes finding a new job even more imperative than it was before. The other is that I'm really hoping I can front the cash and resources to move in.
to realize we got a lot to learn
what are dreams and what is real
you gotta trust what you feel
and the five town man can prove
with no bucks and nothing to lose
don't need a lot that money can't buy
i have so much i'm in motion
Life In Motion
by Robert Lamm
Hopefully, things will all work out. Things have, though, as my life goes into motion again. I did splurge a little bit, though, since I found out that the application fees and rent weren't going to cost quite as much as I thought -- I went out and got me a cheap generic Wi-Fi card. That way, I don't have to depend on going to random coffee shops or other Wi-Fi spots and needing their free gear (if any) to be available. Plus, I've got more than one friend willing to let me mooch off of their wireless setups. Lugging a cable around is such a pain in the @$$. Not that I'll be able to afford cable or wireless at my new place. But, who knows.
E comes up this weekend for Gallery Hop. She invited a friend of hers to come, and though she doesn't know it yet, I invited the future roomie to come, too. I better call and tell her, huh? Not that anyone will mind, I'm (99%) sure.
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
After another war hell ride of a class -- I am in pain, all over -- I got some news...
THREE WEEKS!
That's how long I've been given to polish up my techniques, remember anything and everything I've forgotten in the past 10 or so months of being away from training, and get myself into shape before testing for 1st gup (i.e. black belt candidate).
Now, if I remember correctly, the testing requirements for my school include 2 forms (which I know), breaking and I think two creative self defense techniques.
The breaking prospect alone might concern me. Before I stopped training, Mrs. R "threatened" that my breaking technique would be something crazier than for my last rank test. My last break consisted of three simultaneous breaks using a kung fu technique. I only managed 2 out of 3 in my initial try. What she proposed for my next test was a high wheel kick immediately followed by what's called a "sho tan" -- sort of a drop/spin kick thing that you see in movies all the time to knock someone off their feet. If you saw it, you'd know what I'm talking about. Actually, that move isn't meant to knock people off their feet. It's meant to smash their ankles and cripple them. Man, I love me some serious kung fu. ANYway, the sho tan break involves a free-standing board, so I'd need to execute my technique perfectly in order to break it, as opposed to sending it off flying into the onlookers.
I don't know if she'll have me do that after all the time I've been away. But with her and her husband, you never know. It's great with teachers such as those who really are in tune with what someone is capable of and will try their hardest to bring it out of someone. So far, I've never regretted attempting anything that they thought I could do, even if I thought I couldn't -- even if I didn't succeed initially.
In any case, the prospect of the break doesn't scare me as much as what Mrs. R proposed for my creative self-defense. I had several bits of ideas when I stopped, but never developed them. Mrs. R told me that rather than create defenses, she would subject me to random attacks. She feels my self-defense techniques are my strong suit. Where did she get that? I feel like I can get cold-cocked just like anyone else. I don't fear getting beat up by strangers. I'm usually paranoid enough to be ready in strange situations. No, I fear just getting jacked by someone I wouldn't be suspicious of for whatever reason. Anyway, that's what I gotta look forward to in three weeks.
I should just be grateful that she isn't making me test for red sash in kung fu! I'm sure she would if she thought she could :).
It is exciting, though, to know that by March or April of 2004, I could be a 1st dan (black belt). I'm really looking forward to the time when I get my kung fu black sash, though.
THREE WEEKS!
That's how long I've been given to polish up my techniques, remember anything and everything I've forgotten in the past 10 or so months of being away from training, and get myself into shape before testing for 1st gup (i.e. black belt candidate).
Now, if I remember correctly, the testing requirements for my school include 2 forms (which I know), breaking and I think two creative self defense techniques.
The breaking prospect alone might concern me. Before I stopped training, Mrs. R "threatened" that my breaking technique would be something crazier than for my last rank test. My last break consisted of three simultaneous breaks using a kung fu technique. I only managed 2 out of 3 in my initial try. What she proposed for my next test was a high wheel kick immediately followed by what's called a "sho tan" -- sort of a drop/spin kick thing that you see in movies all the time to knock someone off their feet. If you saw it, you'd know what I'm talking about. Actually, that move isn't meant to knock people off their feet. It's meant to smash their ankles and cripple them. Man, I love me some serious kung fu. ANYway, the sho tan break involves a free-standing board, so I'd need to execute my technique perfectly in order to break it, as opposed to sending it off flying into the onlookers.
I don't know if she'll have me do that after all the time I've been away. But with her and her husband, you never know. It's great with teachers such as those who really are in tune with what someone is capable of and will try their hardest to bring it out of someone. So far, I've never regretted attempting anything that they thought I could do, even if I thought I couldn't -- even if I didn't succeed initially.
In any case, the prospect of the break doesn't scare me as much as what Mrs. R proposed for my creative self-defense. I had several bits of ideas when I stopped, but never developed them. Mrs. R told me that rather than create defenses, she would subject me to random attacks. She feels my self-defense techniques are my strong suit. Where did she get that? I feel like I can get cold-cocked just like anyone else. I don't fear getting beat up by strangers. I'm usually paranoid enough to be ready in strange situations. No, I fear just getting jacked by someone I wouldn't be suspicious of for whatever reason. Anyway, that's what I gotta look forward to in three weeks.
I should just be grateful that she isn't making me test for red sash in kung fu! I'm sure she would if she thought she could :).
It is exciting, though, to know that by March or April of 2004, I could be a 1st dan (black belt). I'm really looking forward to the time when I get my kung fu black sash, though.
Yesterday, I was in that unfortunate position of being hungry and broke. I wasn't totally without means -- I had a bit of money that I just didn't want to touch, but I gave in. Now, this wouldn't have been an issue if I had time to go home, but I didn't. Anyway, I caved and stopped at the nearest Chipotle. Why not -- if you're going to blow money on food, might as well eat well, right?
There was an instance awhile back when I'd get to the register, and if for whatever reason it's non-functional, they'll simply give you your food. Well, yesterday, I thought it was going to happen. The register was down and the guy in front of me got a "don't worry about it." Wouldn't you know that in the millisecond it took for me to assume his spot when he left, they fixed the damn register and had me pay?
Well, what could I do? I payed and enjoyed a nice lunch. So, I get back to work and a coworker was giving away his lunch because apparently, he wanted to go out for lunch as well. So, I had me an additional half of a chicken-salad sandwich and a brownie.
It was just as well I ate as much as I did, because I didn't have much time for dinner before my kung fu class -- which I had to basically teach again, btw. Well, tutor, really -- I hate calling myself a teacher when I don't have a black sash.
There was an instance awhile back when I'd get to the register, and if for whatever reason it's non-functional, they'll simply give you your food. Well, yesterday, I thought it was going to happen. The register was down and the guy in front of me got a "don't worry about it." Wouldn't you know that in the millisecond it took for me to assume his spot when he left, they fixed the damn register and had me pay?
Well, what could I do? I payed and enjoyed a nice lunch. So, I get back to work and a coworker was giving away his lunch because apparently, he wanted to go out for lunch as well. So, I had me an additional half of a chicken-salad sandwich and a brownie.
It was just as well I ate as much as I did, because I didn't have much time for dinner before my kung fu class -- which I had to basically teach again, btw. Well, tutor, really -- I hate calling myself a teacher when I don't have a black sash.
When, oh, when are we going to learn that we Americans haven't successfully copped a British TV show since Sanford and Son? Late last night, I caught a few minutes of NBC version of the BBC comedy Coupling. Can we say, "horrible"? They tried so hard, too. But it just isn't the same. Picture the horror of British phrasing being used by Americans. It'd be better if they at least tried to fake the accents. NBC put Queer Eye right from Bravo -- why not do the same with Coupling rather than do such a crappy remake? The sets even look mostly the same, for pete's sake. Big corporation like NBC could roll over PBS in a second, couldn't they? Not that I'd ever advocate that. But, I just hate seeing a great show f**ked up like that.
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Monday, September 29, 2003
There's been so many things thats held us down.And, it's about freakin' time for me, too!
But now it looks like things are finally comin' around.
I know we've got, a long long way to go,
and where we'll end up, I don't know.
But we won't let nothin' hold us back,
we're putting our selves together,
we're polishing up our act!
If you felt we've been held down before,
I know you'll refuse to be held down anymore!
Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now
- MacFadden and Whitehead
I've been slowly ticking things off of my "To Do" list today, but I'm not feeling like I truly accomplished anything. I know that simply isn't true. I've taken a few more steps today toward my desired goals, and there are more I'll need to take tomorrow.
ITEM ONE
It sort of ticked me off having a week's worth of blog posts and scrolling all the way down the page to see that long blank grey border running down the left side with nothing in it. So, I chopped the number of days' posts you see at one time to three.
Besides, it'll make that "archives" link a bit more useful. Not like y'all read previous posts, anyway ;). Heck, I wonder how many care about my current stuff heh.
ITEM TWO
Lots of stuff to do this week. I'm planning a move with another roommate, as well as the accomplishment of all my other goals by the end of this month. I'm a stressbag, wondering how it's all going to play out. I wonder if this is how E felt as she returned from Korea.
ITEM THREE
This weekend has been a minor bump in the relationship road. On top of not anticipating not seeing each other this week due to lack of time, E and I have both been busy and/or tired to spend more than a few moments on the phone at a time. Part of the problem is that I've always had a problem redirecting my energy. It's like inertia -- once I get on a roll, doing something or being focused on something, it's hard for me to switch tracks. Take my Sunday. It was a long-@$$ day, between church, working, and finding snippets of time to think about all the things I needed to accomplish this week and when. When I got back home, I wanted to chill (read: watch some TV while I sit and wonder what the heck else I needed to be doing), even though I promised E a call. So, we talk, but I wasn't in the mood nor did I have the energy. I felt like total crap, because I know that I've gotten this way in previous relationships. I tend to compartmentalize the different aspects of my life, and that's not really good, especially knowing that I need to "gear up and down" as I float back and forth between those aspects.
That sounds like a part of me that I have to work out some more.
ITEM FOUR
I'm addicted to Tech TV, especially the show Call For Help. I'm digging Robot Wars, too, not because I care about the "fighting robot" genre, but the fact that the MC is Craig Charles aka Lister on Red Dwarf.
ITEM FIVE
I was seriously jonesing for some salad for lunch today, so I went out and got some, but forgot to get dressing. I thought I'd have to mooch off of my housemate, but as I raided the fridge, I found an old (but still within the expiration date) bottle of caesar-with-bacon dressing I bought awhile back!
It sort of ticked me off having a week's worth of blog posts and scrolling all the way down the page to see that long blank grey border running down the left side with nothing in it. So, I chopped the number of days' posts you see at one time to three.
Besides, it'll make that "archives" link a bit more useful. Not like y'all read previous posts, anyway ;). Heck, I wonder how many care about my current stuff heh.
ITEM TWO
Lots of stuff to do this week. I'm planning a move with another roommate, as well as the accomplishment of all my other goals by the end of this month. I'm a stressbag, wondering how it's all going to play out. I wonder if this is how E felt as she returned from Korea.
ITEM THREE
This weekend has been a minor bump in the relationship road. On top of not anticipating not seeing each other this week due to lack of time, E and I have both been busy and/or tired to spend more than a few moments on the phone at a time. Part of the problem is that I've always had a problem redirecting my energy. It's like inertia -- once I get on a roll, doing something or being focused on something, it's hard for me to switch tracks. Take my Sunday. It was a long-@$$ day, between church, working, and finding snippets of time to think about all the things I needed to accomplish this week and when. When I got back home, I wanted to chill (read: watch some TV while I sit and wonder what the heck else I needed to be doing), even though I promised E a call. So, we talk, but I wasn't in the mood nor did I have the energy. I felt like total crap, because I know that I've gotten this way in previous relationships. I tend to compartmentalize the different aspects of my life, and that's not really good, especially knowing that I need to "gear up and down" as I float back and forth between those aspects.
That sounds like a part of me that I have to work out some more.
ITEM FOUR
I'm addicted to Tech TV, especially the show Call For Help. I'm digging Robot Wars, too, not because I care about the "fighting robot" genre, but the fact that the MC is Craig Charles aka Lister on Red Dwarf.
ITEM FIVE
I was seriously jonesing for some salad for lunch today, so I went out and got some, but forgot to get dressing. I thought I'd have to mooch off of my housemate, but as I raided the fridge, I found an old (but still within the expiration date) bottle of caesar-with-bacon dressing I bought awhile back!
Saturday, September 27, 2003
Two days ago, I get this email.
I did a little web digging on my own and discovered a couple of references to people sending out similar emails or leaving messages on bulletin boards. I think it's all for a show I've heard about called VH1: Obsessed (or something like that) about fans totally obsessed about pop culture thingys, things like Shaft or Fraggle Rock, etc.
Oh, what the heck, I'll write her back. I'm sure as heck not going to blow a long-distance dime on it. Or, should I "Just say no!" and not contribute to the whole "Reality TV" blight?
Though I have to admit, there is something appealing about that whole "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em" line of thinking.
HelloThis is probably in reference to my old webpage on my AOL site dedicated to the Shaft movies. If you look at this page, let me apologize in advance. I made it as a lark almost a decade ago, and it hasn't been updated since the John Singleton remake came out in 2000. Before then, it probably wasn't updated for 3 or 4 years. For pete's sake, it still uses HTML 2.0. Then again, most of my stuff does hehe.
We are putting together a reality based show for Vh1 about people who are obessed with different aspects of pop culture. I am interested in your biggest blaxploitation fantatics. Please call me so that I can explain the show in further detail.
Thanks
[Name omitted out of courtesy]
Associate Producer
Broadway Video
[212-XXX-XXXX]
I did a little web digging on my own and discovered a couple of references to people sending out similar emails or leaving messages on bulletin boards. I think it's all for a show I've heard about called VH1: Obsessed (or something like that) about fans totally obsessed about pop culture thingys, things like Shaft or Fraggle Rock, etc.
Oh, what the heck, I'll write her back. I'm sure as heck not going to blow a long-distance dime on it. Or, should I "Just say no!" and not contribute to the whole "Reality TV" blight?
Though I have to admit, there is something appealing about that whole "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em" line of thinking.
Friday, September 26, 2003
This week, you get two for the price of one.
I've taken a version of this before, but I think this test was a little more comprehensive.
You are the Seventh Doctor: Brooding, enigmatic,
soulful, and occasionally silly. There are a
great many mysteries lurking behind your
ancient eyes, and even your closest companions
aren't allowed to know the full extent of your
schemes and concerns. You are often downright
manipulative, using friends and adversaries
alike as chess pieces in a private game against
the universe. Your wrath is slow to build, but
terrible when aroused, and you are slowly
settling old scores with threats across the
cosmos.
Which Incarnation of the Doctor Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
I also took its "companion test" if you'll excuse the pun.
Looks as though you've got your heart set on the
second Romana, as played by Lalla Ward! This
tempting Time Lady conceals her inhuman
cleverness behind a disarmingly enthusiastic
and girlish demeanor. She's an eclectic blonde
who loves to travel and enjoy herself, and if
you gaze too long into those summer-sky eyes,
she'll have you wrapped around her finger. Not
that you'll mind.
Which Lovely Doctor Who Companion Are You Ashamed To Admit Your Crush On?
brought to you by Quizilla
Hey, I always did have a crush on this one. Leela had nothing on her, even in her skin tight leather scivvies.
I've taken a version of this before, but I think this test was a little more comprehensive.
You are the Seventh Doctor: Brooding, enigmatic,
soulful, and occasionally silly. There are a
great many mysteries lurking behind your
ancient eyes, and even your closest companions
aren't allowed to know the full extent of your
schemes and concerns. You are often downright
manipulative, using friends and adversaries
alike as chess pieces in a private game against
the universe. Your wrath is slow to build, but
terrible when aroused, and you are slowly
settling old scores with threats across the
cosmos.
Which Incarnation of the Doctor Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
I also took its "companion test" if you'll excuse the pun.
Looks as though you've got your heart set on the
second Romana, as played by Lalla Ward! This
tempting Time Lady conceals her inhuman
cleverness behind a disarmingly enthusiastic
and girlish demeanor. She's an eclectic blonde
who loves to travel and enjoy herself, and if
you gaze too long into those summer-sky eyes,
she'll have you wrapped around her finger. Not
that you'll mind.
Which Lovely Doctor Who Companion Are You Ashamed To Admit Your Crush On?
brought to you by Quizilla
Hey, I always did have a crush on this one. Leela had nothing on her, even in her skin tight leather scivvies.
As if Johnny Cash wasn't bad enough. Robert Palmer, too?
Addicted to Love was one of the first 45 RPMs I ever bought. Sorry to all you young bucks who don't really know this artist, this song, or what a "45" is.
Current Music: Get It On (Bang a Gong) by Power Station
Addicted to Love was one of the first 45 RPMs I ever bought. Sorry to all you young bucks who don't really know this artist, this song, or what a "45" is.
Current Music: Get It On (Bang a Gong) by Power Station
Thursday, September 25, 2003
I forgot to mention that last Monday, I did attend the taekwondo class still taught by one of my old masters. Due to a wierd set of circumstances, I did see both of my masters for the first time in almost a year. It was great! I've added them to my list of "People I Will Never Lose Touch With Ever Again."
The class was, as Wesley Willis puts it, "a yell-down war hell ride." I had almost forgotten how far they push. Not that my friend who currently runs the main branch of the club does badly -- not at all! But, my old teachers have not lost their touch.
I got a bunch of questions answered about my "memory lapses" and I did get to help teach a bit. The whole class was made up of home-schooled children of various ages, but some were of higher rank than me. Regardless, I was asked to help the 1st and 2nd gups develop their creative self-defense requirements.
Despite the (few) dubious examples I've seen of the products of home-schooling, I have to say that the kids I worked with that day were great! They were polite, grateful, and most importantly, completely willing to absorb everything I had to offer, even the kids that outranked me.
I don't know if I can make it to that class every week. It's one heck of a drive out in the middle nowhere outside of northern Columbus. But, I've been asked to come back whenever I can, and in exchange: kung fu instruction!!
The class was, as Wesley Willis puts it, "a yell-down war hell ride." I had almost forgotten how far they push. Not that my friend who currently runs the main branch of the club does badly -- not at all! But, my old teachers have not lost their touch.
I got a bunch of questions answered about my "memory lapses" and I did get to help teach a bit. The whole class was made up of home-schooled children of various ages, but some were of higher rank than me. Regardless, I was asked to help the 1st and 2nd gups develop their creative self-defense requirements.
Despite the (few) dubious examples I've seen of the products of home-schooling, I have to say that the kids I worked with that day were great! They were polite, grateful, and most importantly, completely willing to absorb everything I had to offer, even the kids that outranked me.
I don't know if I can make it to that class every week. It's one heck of a drive out in the middle nowhere outside of northern Columbus. But, I've been asked to come back whenever I can, and in exchange: kung fu instruction!!
ITEM ONE
Yes, I was there again. Yes, I had lots of fun. Yes, I'm down again.
ITEM TWO
Got a decent haircut today! Now, I don't feel like such a mop-head.
ITEM THREE
Same random financial difficulties as usual, though I'm not as abjectly impoverished. I've had enough to make the purchases I've had to make and a couple I didn't, such as...
ITEM FOUR
...Weekly planner pages for my Franklin Planner! Though they don't make weekly pages for the particular style I'm using, I decided 1) To dispense with picking a "style" altogether -- I can MacGyver bits and pieces of stuff, and after 4 years of using one, I pretty much know the ins and outs of it and 2) That to accomodate my particular brain style, going to a weekly system made the most sense -- It gives me a sense of "the bigger picture" as I work toward my goals. Just ticking off tasks and following my schedule "a day at a time" was do-able, but I finally figured out that I was losing touch with my week. Hm, maybe this was a "need" after all. Hopefully, this'll help because...
ITEM FIVE
...The past few months have been building to what I feel is one heck of a wave on which I can hopefully ride toward achieving my various life dreams. I've never felt so "on the verge" before. I'm feeling that this is my last chance. For better or worse (though, I would definitely say better), I've co-opted E's line of thinking of "Hey, I'm [censored] years old, etc. etc." Well, I'm 30, and too damn far behind.
Yes, I was there again. Yes, I had lots of fun. Yes, I'm down again.
ITEM TWO
Got a decent haircut today! Now, I don't feel like such a mop-head.
ITEM THREE
Same random financial difficulties as usual, though I'm not as abjectly impoverished. I've had enough to make the purchases I've had to make and a couple I didn't, such as...
ITEM FOUR
...Weekly planner pages for my Franklin Planner! Though they don't make weekly pages for the particular style I'm using, I decided 1) To dispense with picking a "style" altogether -- I can MacGyver bits and pieces of stuff, and after 4 years of using one, I pretty much know the ins and outs of it and 2) That to accomodate my particular brain style, going to a weekly system made the most sense -- It gives me a sense of "the bigger picture" as I work toward my goals. Just ticking off tasks and following my schedule "a day at a time" was do-able, but I finally figured out that I was losing touch with my week. Hm, maybe this was a "need" after all. Hopefully, this'll help because...
ITEM FIVE
...The past few months have been building to what I feel is one heck of a wave on which I can hopefully ride toward achieving my various life dreams. I've never felt so "on the verge" before. I'm feeling that this is my last chance. For better or worse (though, I would definitely say better), I've co-opted E's line of thinking of "Hey, I'm [censored] years old, etc. etc." Well, I'm 30, and too damn far behind.
And I'm tired of turning my back on myselfThis is the song I keep coming back to again and again. I guess I've just got to keep on living it out.
Throwing truth away
Let the fire burn down the front door to myself
And give me a season of play
The Show Must Go On
by Bill Champlin
perf. by Chicago
Monday, September 22, 2003
Just got off the phone with my old "master," though both he and his wife hate to be called that since there is only one Master. Anyway, class is in an hour and a half, and I expect to get beat down! This is a good thing.
Ed. Note: In case you haven't figured it out yet (or did I post this once?), entries under this title detail my forays back into the study of martial arts -- just wanted to make sure we were all clear on this.
Ed. Note: In case you haven't figured it out yet (or did I post this once?), entries under this title detail my forays back into the study of martial arts -- just wanted to make sure we were all clear on this.
I was advised the other day to actually track down and visit the original instructors of my martial arts school and see if I can 1) reconnect, since they've found out I've rejoined class and have been asking about me and 2) get some pointers in a class that's taught Mondays and Wednesdays up where they live.
My friend, we'll call him T. is great, but he's got his hands full with the main school what with training the lower-ranked color belts. I ask questions on things I can't remember, and he can barely remember. But I will say this -- watching how his kicks have improved in power and speed, now I know how he got to black belt! We haven't gotten a chance to spar yet, but I'm almost certain he can outfight me, surprise kung-fu style kicks from me, notwithstanding.
Class is at 1:30. I'll call in a few and see what's up.
My friend, we'll call him T. is great, but he's got his hands full with the main school what with training the lower-ranked color belts. I ask questions on things I can't remember, and he can barely remember. But I will say this -- watching how his kicks have improved in power and speed, now I know how he got to black belt! We haven't gotten a chance to spar yet, but I'm almost certain he can outfight me, surprise kung-fu style kicks from me, notwithstanding.
Class is at 1:30. I'll call in a few and see what's up.
Unfortuneately, not the good kind.
I got hit hard yesterday. Saturday night, E came up just to get away from school, be in the comforting arms of yours truly, and to be in the company of friends. As anticipated (maybe I turned it into a self-fulfilling prophecy?), come Sunday morning when she left, I felt completely down.
I'm better now, though, after 9 hours of sleep, but only marginally.
I got hit hard yesterday. Saturday night, E came up just to get away from school, be in the comforting arms of yours truly, and to be in the company of friends. As anticipated (maybe I turned it into a self-fulfilling prophecy?), come Sunday morning when she left, I felt completely down.
I'm better now, though, after 9 hours of sleep, but only marginally.
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Saturday, September 20, 2003
You can take the
McDonalds Product Test by Matio64
here!
Ya want fries with that?
Thursday, September 18, 2003
This morning, E found out that her driver's side door had a sizeable dent. There was a card left stuck in her door by the honorable soul who smacked her car. It was E's neighbor across the street who happens to be a high-level mucky-muck at OU.
Hey, wouldn't that be some stuff if that'd be my ticket into grad school? Unfortunately, lacking the stones or the skills of a grifter, I'm not sure exactly how to make that work.
Hey, wouldn't that be some stuff if that'd be my ticket into grad school? Unfortunately, lacking the stones or the skills of a grifter, I'm not sure exactly how to make that work.
Here I am again, broadcasting live and direct from the campus of lovely OU.
Joy of joys, I found out that despite information to the contrary, my cell phone is NOT roaming out of network while I'm in what some (not me) would call the "backwaters of Ohio." Even more odd are those features I can and can't access while away from greater metropolitan Columbus.
In downstate New York, I can neither directly access Verizon's *611 features, nor can I use dialing shortcuts to access voice mail. Here in Athens, I can't use *611, but I can access voicemail via dialing shortcuts. And, technically in Athens, I'm not supposed to make any call that isn't billed at $.99/minute. But hey, it's a small price to pay.
Joy of joys, I found out that despite information to the contrary, my cell phone is NOT roaming out of network while I'm in what some (not me) would call the "backwaters of Ohio." Even more odd are those features I can and can't access while away from greater metropolitan Columbus.
In downstate New York, I can neither directly access Verizon's *611 features, nor can I use dialing shortcuts to access voice mail. Here in Athens, I can't use *611, but I can access voicemail via dialing shortcuts. And, technically in Athens, I'm not supposed to make any call that isn't billed at $.99/minute. But hey, it's a small price to pay.
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
I didn't get a chance to express my righteous indignation at hearing this the other day on the radio.
They want to tax coffee??? Listen to this crap...
No no, I'm just kidding, Mr. or Ms. CIA/FBI/ATF/Homeland Security Cyber-Monitor. Quit spying on me. My parents were from the Catholic part of the Philippines, not the Muslim part.
They want to tax coffee??? Listen to this crap...
NPR's Morning EditionIt's enough to make one want to mobilize an army and give the government a "yell-down war hell ride."
PRI's Marketplace
No no, I'm just kidding, Mr. or Ms. CIA/FBI/ATF/Homeland Security Cyber-Monitor. Quit spying on me. My parents were from the Catholic part of the Philippines, not the Muslim part.
ITEM ONE
On my way down to Athens, I heard an old song on the radio that I haven't on the airwaves in years, Couple Days Off by Huey Lewis & the News. I remember going to the concert they had in support of this album. This was the song right before the encore. I remember that every time Huey sang the first three lines of one of the choruses, for instance...
ITEM TWO
I'm here blogging again from the campus of OU. It amazes me how they do this. Here I am, Mr. John Doe, a friend of a student, sitting here in the library with my laptop plugged into their network and simply messing around. I could be anybody. I could be formulating and launching the next big internet virus from here (no, don't worry Mr. or Ms. CIA/FBI/ATF/Homeland Security Cyber-Monitor -- I'm not even of middle eastern decent. Why are you spying on me to begin with?), for all anyone knows. But here I sit, totally unchallenged. Amazing.
ITEM THREE
Yes, it's sooo good to be near E. again.
ITEM FOUR
Just for kicks, the "this way to the egress" link above now points to a temporary, experimental homepage. I'm currently debating whether or not to keep my AOHell account/site or not. Hell, geocities offers webspace for just the right price -- absosmurfly nothing!
On my way down to Athens, I heard an old song on the radio that I haven't on the airwaves in years, Couple Days Off by Huey Lewis & the News. I remember going to the concert they had in support of this album. This was the song right before the encore. I remember that every time Huey sang the first three lines of one of the choruses, for instance...
'Cos I am only human. I am no machine...his entire road crew filtered out from back stage and took their places just in time to all shout in unison...
I need a little lovin' darlin, you know what I mean
Don't misunderstand me, I'm not gettin' soft
All I want is a...
COUPLE DAYS OFF!Now that's freakin' showmanship, IMO! Just like when Huey would take his harmonica and pitch it back to one of his roadies who'd catch it with a ball mitt. Showmanship, man! No costume changes, no overcomplicated dance numbers with lip-synched music. Just the time, effort and imagination to just entertain a crowd. Talk about a lost art.
ITEM TWO
I'm here blogging again from the campus of OU. It amazes me how they do this. Here I am, Mr. John Doe, a friend of a student, sitting here in the library with my laptop plugged into their network and simply messing around. I could be anybody. I could be formulating and launching the next big internet virus from here (no, don't worry Mr. or Ms. CIA/FBI/ATF/Homeland Security Cyber-Monitor -- I'm not even of middle eastern decent. Why are you spying on me to begin with?), for all anyone knows. But here I sit, totally unchallenged. Amazing.
ITEM THREE
Yes, it's sooo good to be near E. again.
ITEM FOUR
Just for kicks, the "this way to the egress" link above now points to a temporary, experimental homepage. I'm currently debating whether or not to keep my AOHell account/site or not. Hell, geocities offers webspace for just the right price -- absosmurfly nothing!
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
That's what I'm feeling right now. My life isn't bad, currently -- at least as many good things as bad are happening right now. But I'm feeling somewhat anxious and depressed right now. To be sure, I've got things to be anxious and depressed over, but nothing to make me feel like this. I just need a bit of regeneration, I think. To refuel my emotional tanks. I'm really glad I'm going to be with E for the next couple of days.
On the downside, I won't be getting my martial arts fix this week until at least Saturday.
On the downside, I won't be getting my martial arts fix this week until at least Saturday.
I've decided to step up looking for ways to re-enter graduate school to finish my degree. One thing I'm trying to do is to root out all that money that everyone says is set aside for minorities of various types. I'm at the local library right now.
I've never really been of one opinion or the other as far as the whole affirmative action debate, except to say to all those who are able to take advantage of it, "Hey... way to beat The Man!" I've always had a healthy respect for anyone who can beat the system. Here's hoping I can now count myself among them.
I've never really been of one opinion or the other as far as the whole affirmative action debate, except to say to all those who are able to take advantage of it, "Hey... way to beat The Man!" I've always had a healthy respect for anyone who can beat the system. Here's hoping I can now count myself among them.
Monday, September 15, 2003
Saturday, September 13, 2003
This question has been bugging me ever since I heard of Wesley Willis: How does a man who whupped Batman's @$$ and whipped Superman's @$$ get taken down by Birdman?
Well, I with the aid of WinMX, I answered that question. Compare...
Well, I with the aid of WinMX, I answered that question. Compare...
Batman beat the hell out of me and knocked me to the floorBut here, note the awesome power of Birdman...
I got back up and knocked him to the floor
He was being such a jackoff
-from I Whupped Batman's Ass
Superman beat the hell out of me
He knocked me to the floor
I got back up and knocked him to the floor
Superman was being such a roughneck
-from I Whipped Superman's Ass
Birdman caught me on his propertyBirdman was packin'!!
He saw me trespassing his real estate
He reached into his pocket for a pistol
He came after me and pistol-whipped my behind
-from Birdman Kicked My Ass
Regarding memories of John Ritter, a commentor on my post wrote:
Although I don't exactly remember that episode either, I don't believe Janet would have that kinda dope. If anyone would've had date-rape drugs handy, it would've been Larry.
I don't know if I had a favorite episode of Three's Company, but my two favorite things to see were:
1) Mr. Roper doing his little "Tinkerbell" thing to indicate Jack's (fake) homosexuality.
2) Mr. Furley (sp?) sporting his phat pimp gear. He was the white Superfly, I tell ya!
the best episode of Three's Company was where Jack had to go to a wedding on some private island, but he was deathly afraid to fly. So his buddy Larry (or was it Janet, I can't remember now it's been so long) gave him a tranquilizer. So he gets to the party and starts drinking, and the combo of liquor and drugs produces this outstanding "performance" of drunken pratfalls, Carmen Miranda imitations and other hilarity. I'd love to see that epi again...
Although I don't exactly remember that episode either, I don't believe Janet would have that kinda dope. If anyone would've had date-rape drugs handy, it would've been Larry.
I don't know if I had a favorite episode of Three's Company, but my two favorite things to see were:
1) Mr. Roper doing his little "Tinkerbell" thing to indicate Jack's (fake) homosexuality.
2) Mr. Furley (sp?) sporting his phat pimp gear. He was the white Superfly, I tell ya!
My body is attempting to force itself back into my bed as it screams at me "Tae kwon DON'T!" But, I'm still working out. I remember when I trained 4 times a week -- talk about total adrenalin junkie. Well, some endorphines will be good for me right now, I think. Better and cheaper than other forms of self-medication, that's for sure.
The first piece of net.decadence I ever engaged in -- no, not pr0n, not 23.5 hour/day marathon chatting, not even carving Blue Ribbon Free Speech campaign .gifs on every page of a website -- was the old (.txt version!) of the Purity Test!
Passing the 50th percentile by the skin of my teeth -- story of my life.
Here is the result of your ACL 400 Point Purity Test.
You answered "yes" to 186 of 400 questions, making you 53.5% sexually pure (46.5% sexually corrupt); that is, you are 53.5% pure in the sex domain.
Your Weirdness Factor (AKA Uniqueness Factor) is 31%, based on a comparison of your test results with 81267 other submissions for this test.
The average purity for this test is 65.1%.
The first submission for this test was received June 17, 1994.
Passing the 50th percentile by the skin of my teeth -- story of my life.
Here's a new feature I just invented as I sort of lamented that I took part in the sin of forwarding email. No, it wasn't a virus warning, a chain letter, a "read along and scroll to the bottom like the puppet you are" note, or a heart-wrenching piece of urban myth. It was a bunch of funny bits that I've collected over the years across several email accounts that I thought Ms. E would find funny.
"I don't want to sin again," I said to myself. "Yet, how would I disseminate these fine staples of wit and wisdom rivaled only by the scriptures of various religions?"
Then, it hit me. So, without any further ado, the first in a long line of "Bandwidth Conservation Posts."
What Sort of Asian Are You?
YOU KNOW YOU ARE JAPANESE IF...
1. You're obsessed with your hair, your car, and your clothes
2. You want to marry a Korean American or Chinese American woman
(males); or you want to marry a white guy (females).
3. You're afraid of black people.
4. You know you are superior to all other Asians.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE KOREAN IF...
1. You smoke and drink too much.
2. You've got a bottle of Kimchi in your fridge.
3. You're afraid of black people.
4. You know you are superior to all other Asians.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE CHINESE IF...
1. You think you're the smartest people in the world.
2. You have a pager and cellular phone with you at all times.
3. Today's steamed rice is tomorrow's fried rice.
4. You're afraid of black people.
5. You know you are superior to all other Asians.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE VIETNAMESE IF...
1. You eat at restaurants that have "Pho" on their signboards.
2. You have some relative who is Chinese.
3. You're afraid of black people.
4. You know you are superior to all other Asians.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE FILIPINO IF...
1. You want to be a dancer, a singer, or an actor, even though you
have a job as a nurse, a security guard, or an accountant.
2. Some member of your family is a politician or a movie star.
3. You're not afraid of black people; in fact, you wish you were
black.
4. You don't care if you are superior to all other Asians or not,
because being Filipino is cool enough just by itself.
Ed note: #4 -- Daaaaaamn right
YOU KNOW YOU ARE THAI IF...
1. People offer to pay you for sex.
2. No matter what you eat, it's not greasy or spicy enough.
3. You're not afraid of black people, cause in some cases you're
scarier than they are.
4. You know in your heart you'll never be superior to all other
Asians, but you've learned to live with it.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE MALAYSIAN IF ...
1. You don't believe anything the newspapers tell you, but would
never say so in public.
2. The whole world (and George Soros) is out to destroy you and your
country.
3. You would never admit to being afraid of black people, because it
might disrupt racial harmony.
4. You don't think you are superior to other Asians, but your food,
culture, english, humor, etc is.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE SINGAPOREAN IF ...
1. You eat, sleep, smile and have sex according to Government
policy.
2. You don't think Lee Kuan Yew is a facist dictator.
3. Government policy is that you shouldn't be afraid of black
people so you aren't.
4. You know you are superior to all other Asians, cause the
Government says so.
"I don't want to sin again," I said to myself. "Yet, how would I disseminate these fine staples of wit and wisdom rivaled only by the scriptures of various religions?"
Then, it hit me. So, without any further ado, the first in a long line of "Bandwidth Conservation Posts."
What Sort of Asian Are You?
YOU KNOW YOU ARE JAPANESE IF...
1. You're obsessed with your hair, your car, and your clothes
2. You want to marry a Korean American or Chinese American woman
(males); or you want to marry a white guy (females).
3. You're afraid of black people.
4. You know you are superior to all other Asians.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE KOREAN IF...
1. You smoke and drink too much.
2. You've got a bottle of Kimchi in your fridge.
3. You're afraid of black people.
4. You know you are superior to all other Asians.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE CHINESE IF...
1. You think you're the smartest people in the world.
2. You have a pager and cellular phone with you at all times.
3. Today's steamed rice is tomorrow's fried rice.
4. You're afraid of black people.
5. You know you are superior to all other Asians.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE VIETNAMESE IF...
1. You eat at restaurants that have "Pho" on their signboards.
2. You have some relative who is Chinese.
3. You're afraid of black people.
4. You know you are superior to all other Asians.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE FILIPINO IF...
1. You want to be a dancer, a singer, or an actor, even though you
have a job as a nurse, a security guard, or an accountant.
2. Some member of your family is a politician or a movie star.
3. You're not afraid of black people; in fact, you wish you were
black.
4. You don't care if you are superior to all other Asians or not,
because being Filipino is cool enough just by itself.
Ed note: #4 -- Daaaaaamn right
YOU KNOW YOU ARE THAI IF...
1. People offer to pay you for sex.
2. No matter what you eat, it's not greasy or spicy enough.
3. You're not afraid of black people, cause in some cases you're
scarier than they are.
4. You know in your heart you'll never be superior to all other
Asians, but you've learned to live with it.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE MALAYSIAN IF ...
1. You don't believe anything the newspapers tell you, but would
never say so in public.
2. The whole world (and George Soros) is out to destroy you and your
country.
3. You would never admit to being afraid of black people, because it
might disrupt racial harmony.
4. You don't think you are superior to other Asians, but your food,
culture, english, humor, etc is.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE SINGAPOREAN IF ...
1. You eat, sleep, smile and have sex according to Government
policy.
2. You don't think Lee Kuan Yew is a facist dictator.
3. Government policy is that you shouldn't be afraid of black
people so you aren't.
4. You know you are superior to all other Asians, cause the
Government says so.
Friday, September 12, 2003
This week's analysis is done as a memoriam to rock star Wesley Willis, whose passing I neglected to mention last month. I wonder what his -- the man who wrote the song I Whupped Batman's Ass -- results would've been?
the joker
WHICH ONE OF BATMAN'S VILLAINS ARE YOU?
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Y'know, if you search through his album listings, you'll see that he also whupped Robin's @$$, but that Birdman kicked his @$$. What a perfect metaphor for life. Some days, you can take out Batman and Robin. Some days, even Birdman can get the better of you. Deep...
the joker
WHICH ONE OF BATMAN'S VILLAINS ARE YOU?
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Y'know, if you search through his album listings, you'll see that he also whupped Robin's @$$, but that Birdman kicked his @$$. What a perfect metaphor for life. Some days, you can take out Batman and Robin. Some days, even Birdman can get the better of you. Deep...
R.I.P....
The original Man in Black
I was never the biggest country music fan, but c'mon. This dude was everywhere.
Jack Tripper
Was he a "loser" because he didn't score with any of his roommates -- or was that the loveable part of his character?
The original Man in Black
I was never the biggest country music fan, but c'mon. This dude was everywhere.
Jack Tripper
Was he a "loser" because he didn't score with any of his roommates -- or was that the loveable part of his character?
Last night was my first real sparring match since I made my martial arts comeback. It was during an individual make-up rank test for a white belt. He was an older guy, I would say in his 30s. Nice guy, but aggressive. He's built exactly like the kind of guy I'm secretly afraid of -- the kind where the pain has to be in direct proportion to the damage I do to stop him.
Personally, I can't stand the thought of dislocating someone's knee with a low roundhouse kick. But I can. The first time I saw the "proper" way to break someone's neck, I felt nauseous. I remember telling one of my instructors, "I don't think I could ever do that." I was told, "If someone did something heinous enough, you'd be surprised."
In any case, I actually landed a controlled, quick, high roundhouse kick to the guy's head! Donnie Yen, look out!
I got in some impromptu kung fu, too. I'm almost up to remembering my green sash stuff. Black sash, here I come. I don't tell too many people at my club this, but personally, I can take my sweet time getting my black belt in TKD. I can hardly wait to get my kung fu back up to par so that I can get that black sash!! Now, both should take me about a year, but still -- here's hoping I'm never forced to choose, because if I do, I'd rather be Wong Fei Hung than Chuck Norris.
Ed. note: This is my first entry using the "Change Time & Date" feature, formerly available only to paying members. I feel like I'm toying with the Laws of Time muahahaha!
Personally, I can't stand the thought of dislocating someone's knee with a low roundhouse kick. But I can. The first time I saw the "proper" way to break someone's neck, I felt nauseous. I remember telling one of my instructors, "I don't think I could ever do that." I was told, "If someone did something heinous enough, you'd be surprised."
In any case, I actually landed a controlled, quick, high roundhouse kick to the guy's head! Donnie Yen, look out!
I got in some impromptu kung fu, too. I'm almost up to remembering my green sash stuff. Black sash, here I come. I don't tell too many people at my club this, but personally, I can take my sweet time getting my black belt in TKD. I can hardly wait to get my kung fu back up to par so that I can get that black sash!! Now, both should take me about a year, but still -- here's hoping I'm never forced to choose, because if I do, I'd rather be Wong Fei Hung than Chuck Norris.
Ed. note: This is my first entry using the "Change Time & Date" feature, formerly available only to paying members. I feel like I'm toying with the Laws of Time muahahaha!
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Well, since I decided to meddle with my template so that I can simply fill in a title field for each post rather than generating my own by adding the appropriate HTML, all posts prior to today's have an extra bit of space between them.
Due to laziness, I will retro-edit only today's posts. Everything prior to today will look funky. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.
Ed. note: Ooh, look at that time stamp. Did it really take me a mere 11 minutes to figure out how to solve it all?
Due to laziness, I will retro-edit only today's posts. Everything prior to today will look funky. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.
Ed. note: Ooh, look at that time stamp. Did it really take me a mere 11 minutes to figure out how to solve it all?
Yes, I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I first heard.
Yes, I was as shocked and angered as most others.
I was then, and am now, personally disturbed at the subsequent changes in our national consciousness.
No, I did not personally lose anyone at Ground Zero or PA, nor do I (to my knowledge) know anyone who has.
So, how has this affected me the most? I would have to say watching and observing the changes in the national consciousness. The ones that made dissent unpatriotic. The ones that made us so willing to accept any story we're given in the name of preventing terrorism.
Are they even looking for WMDs in Iraq anymore? Where's the link? Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care? Of course not, so long as we can feel a little bit safer with all these logic-defying measures.
Yes, I was as shocked and angered as most others.
I was then, and am now, personally disturbed at the subsequent changes in our national consciousness.
No, I did not personally lose anyone at Ground Zero or PA, nor do I (to my knowledge) know anyone who has.
So, how has this affected me the most? I would have to say watching and observing the changes in the national consciousness. The ones that made dissent unpatriotic. The ones that made us so willing to accept any story we're given in the name of preventing terrorism.
Are they even looking for WMDs in Iraq anymore? Where's the link? Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care? Of course not, so long as we can feel a little bit safer with all these logic-defying measures.
Good points about today: Got some gas in the car, $6 in my pocket, a girl who loves me, and the usual (roof over head, food, etc.) things to be grateful for.
Bad points about today: The depression I'm in having to make literally the choice between which side of the Ninth Circle of Inferno I want to sleep on with respect to my money situation. I hate it when I get this way -- one snag and I want to crawl into my Cancer-ridden (the sign, that is) shell. And all when I have plans and goals to continue to carry out.
There have been more than a few people in my life who've been very supportive of me when I get this way, E being the latest (and the best!). But an ex of mine once pointed out the definite down side to always having to "have your mourning period" whenever something hits hard enough.
To be sure, there are moments when I wish I could mute my emotions enough to keep going in the face of trials. I've found out the hard way that while I'm not the only one in the world who reacts that way, the world doesn't stop while people such as us stop to get ourselves "collected."
All this leaves me wondering just what it'll take for me to "grow up." And how to "grow up." Where's the line between not being numb to your feelings and not being paralyzed by them?
Bad points about today: The depression I'm in having to make literally the choice between which side of the Ninth Circle of Inferno I want to sleep on with respect to my money situation. I hate it when I get this way -- one snag and I want to crawl into my Cancer-ridden (the sign, that is) shell. And all when I have plans and goals to continue to carry out.
There have been more than a few people in my life who've been very supportive of me when I get this way, E being the latest (and the best!). But an ex of mine once pointed out the definite down side to always having to "have your mourning period" whenever something hits hard enough.
To be sure, there are moments when I wish I could mute my emotions enough to keep going in the face of trials. I've found out the hard way that while I'm not the only one in the world who reacts that way, the world doesn't stop while people such as us stop to get ourselves "collected."
All this leaves me wondering just what it'll take for me to "grow up." And how to "grow up." Where's the line between not being numb to your feelings and not being paralyzed by them?
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
More like "Enter the Wannabe." I had to teach/tutor kung fu class again earlier tonight. I helped my friend relearn a little bit more of his white sash stuff. I've also decided that each week I attend, I'm simply going to focus on one sash's requirements at a time. I made it through 99% of my gold sash stuff. I've got 7 days to review my green sash stuff. At least now I've got two things I didn't have for a long time -- a sparring partner and space. Possibly next week, I'll have some instruction as well.
This was the best part of my day since I had to come back here after leaving E in Athens. I still can't complain too much. But, I do miss her.
This was the best part of my day since I had to come back here after leaving E in Athens. I still can't complain too much. But, I do miss her.
Monday, September 08, 2003
ITEM ONE
Today, I blog from the campus of OU, mooching off their many convenient internet access ports. Since I have a day and a half off of work, I decided to spend some time with E as she begins the new phase of her life as a grad student for the second time. She's really digging her new apartment. It's a nice little space, near campus. It's pretty much set up the way I'd set it up.
Perhaps I've never mentioned (on here) one of the coolest things about this new relationship. It's having found someone who really does have the same outlook on life and how to live it. The ways we've chosen or desired to pattern our lifestyles is eerily similar. We have values and chosen vocations with an eye toward making the world a better place using our individual styles of being. We share similar temperments (good and bad, unfortunately). But, we also enjoy, more or less, similar "little things."
We both enjoy good cups of coffee in good coffee shops. We can listen to NPR during the day and vege out to Logan's Run at night. No Glengarry Glen Ross reference goes unrecognized. We both get excited about martial arts. I can make a Star Trek joke/reference, and it's met with the appropriate response in direct proportion to it's humor, rather than an indirect proportion of retching and eye-rolling. We both get excited about the energy and vibes surrounding college towns.
Such things are important to me. I've spent a good 4 or 5 years of having that importance driven out of me by well-meaning family, friends, a church, and a significant other in the hopes that I'd "grow up." But now, I have in my hands a literal dream come true. This time, I'll be growing up the way I always wanted to. Now, in the eyes of some (particularly those I'm close to in the church I attend -- who will always be my friends), maybe that means I do share the "deficient" values of a bourgeois bohemian. Maybe I do fancy myself to be a member of the community of the creative class.
The implications that has for my spirituality will have to be explored on here another time.
Damn, I've gotten rather deep on this weblog o' mine, huh? Anyway...
ITEM TWO
Somewhere, out of nowhere, people have been popping up out of the woodwork requesting trumpet lessons. One has been interested for awhile. Another showed up last week, and a third I heard about just today. Holy Extra Cash, Batman. But, how much to charge? I want to charge what's fair, considering that I've never taught trumpet lessons. Plus, all my training is generally from playing -- I wouldn't know what constitutes "proper trumpet pedagogy." Well, we'll see how it all works out.
ITEM THREE
Another recent sign of maturity is an increased ability to face, head-on, all of my financial difficulties. I'm learning not to shun bank statements and letters that say things I don't necessarily want to hear. I know that I'm doing the best I can and some months, especially with the way big National City type financial institutions can really screw you over if you allow them to by not being careful...
ITEM FOUR
...and yet the fact remains that I'm $26 in the f**king hole!
Today, I blog from the campus of OU, mooching off their many convenient internet access ports. Since I have a day and a half off of work, I decided to spend some time with E as she begins the new phase of her life as a grad student for the second time. She's really digging her new apartment. It's a nice little space, near campus. It's pretty much set up the way I'd set it up.
Perhaps I've never mentioned (on here) one of the coolest things about this new relationship. It's having found someone who really does have the same outlook on life and how to live it. The ways we've chosen or desired to pattern our lifestyles is eerily similar. We have values and chosen vocations with an eye toward making the world a better place using our individual styles of being. We share similar temperments (good and bad, unfortunately). But, we also enjoy, more or less, similar "little things."
We both enjoy good cups of coffee in good coffee shops. We can listen to NPR during the day and vege out to Logan's Run at night. No Glengarry Glen Ross reference goes unrecognized. We both get excited about martial arts. I can make a Star Trek joke/reference, and it's met with the appropriate response in direct proportion to it's humor, rather than an indirect proportion of retching and eye-rolling. We both get excited about the energy and vibes surrounding college towns.
Such things are important to me. I've spent a good 4 or 5 years of having that importance driven out of me by well-meaning family, friends, a church, and a significant other in the hopes that I'd "grow up." But now, I have in my hands a literal dream come true. This time, I'll be growing up the way I always wanted to. Now, in the eyes of some (particularly those I'm close to in the church I attend -- who will always be my friends), maybe that means I do share the "deficient" values of a bourgeois bohemian. Maybe I do fancy myself to be a member of the community of the creative class.
The implications that has for my spirituality will have to be explored on here another time.
Damn, I've gotten rather deep on this weblog o' mine, huh? Anyway...
ITEM TWO
Somewhere, out of nowhere, people have been popping up out of the woodwork requesting trumpet lessons. One has been interested for awhile. Another showed up last week, and a third I heard about just today. Holy Extra Cash, Batman. But, how much to charge? I want to charge what's fair, considering that I've never taught trumpet lessons. Plus, all my training is generally from playing -- I wouldn't know what constitutes "proper trumpet pedagogy." Well, we'll see how it all works out.
ITEM THREE
Another recent sign of maturity is an increased ability to face, head-on, all of my financial difficulties. I'm learning not to shun bank statements and letters that say things I don't necessarily want to hear. I know that I'm doing the best I can and some months, especially with the way big National City type financial institutions can really screw you over if you allow them to by not being careful...
ITEM FOUR
...and yet the fact remains that I'm $26 in the f**king hole!
Friday, September 05, 2003
You are Scorpion!!
You hate going places, so you make them come to
you! Ah, the benefits of being a demon spectre.
GET OVER HERE!
Which Mortal Kombat Character Are You?
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What I wouldn't give to say "Get over here!" to my remote, cold drink, etc. as I sit on the couch.
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Last Tuesday, I attended my first kung fu class in about 10 months. Now, since I quit, I would try to practice some kung fu on my own -- just like the movies! But it just wasn't the same as attending a class.
So, I show up to find that none of the black sashes showed up, which I'm told is very unusual, but not surprising. Only the chief tae kwon do instructor was there. And though he's a black belt in that, he's only a white sash in kung fu. So, guess who's responsibility it was to hold class? Luckily, he's still a white sash, and I remembered a good 75-80% of those sash requirements. I was able to help him with some of his basics and actually took it on myself (Hmm -- maybe not necessarily a good idea. But I know there's a 90+% chance no one in the school would mind) to teach him the system's fighting form.
It sort of made me smile and remember the irony of being an advanced kung fu student. There was this tacet expectation in the school, I believe, that I would be teaching right now had I not stopped. In fact, I'm told I would've been the fastest rising black belt rather than my friend. It's ok, though -- I'm still the only person to date who double-promoted three times in a row. Anyway, the irony -- if someone would've told me 10 or 20 years ago that I'd be a "kung fu master" (read: instructor), I'd've laughed.
So, I show up to find that none of the black sashes showed up, which I'm told is very unusual, but not surprising. Only the chief tae kwon do instructor was there. And though he's a black belt in that, he's only a white sash in kung fu. So, guess who's responsibility it was to hold class? Luckily, he's still a white sash, and I remembered a good 75-80% of those sash requirements. I was able to help him with some of his basics and actually took it on myself (Hmm -- maybe not necessarily a good idea. But I know there's a 90+% chance no one in the school would mind) to teach him the system's fighting form.
It sort of made me smile and remember the irony of being an advanced kung fu student. There was this tacet expectation in the school, I believe, that I would be teaching right now had I not stopped. In fact, I'm told I would've been the fastest rising black belt rather than my friend. It's ok, though -- I'm still the only person to date who double-promoted three times in a row. Anyway, the irony -- if someone would've told me 10 or 20 years ago that I'd be a "kung fu master" (read: instructor), I'd've laughed.
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
ITEM ONE
Yes, I know I'm getting on TWO weekends behind blogging on my little Adventure. I'll get to it soon. Now, I told you part of the aftermath of that trip. Let me tell you another.
ITEM TWO
For the past few days, I have been in such pain. That's because before we left the Adventure (remember the gas story?), a few of us were messing around. I tried my hand at some (fake) knife fighting and discovered just how effective filipino knife-fighting techniques can be, even if I was almost totally unpracticed in them. E and I saw a couple of people practicing tai chi push hands, and right then I finally declared, "That's it! I'm going back to tae kwon do."
Now, truthfully, my intention was to put it off for about two or three weeks until after E leaves for grad school (see ITEM THREE), but as fate would have it, an email awaited me when I returned.
This person and I tested for 2nd Gup right before I left. But whereas I stopped, he continued and has since gotten his black belt and control of the school! It turns out the chief instructors wanted to keep their school open, but needed this season in their lives to accomplish other things, so they turned it over to my friend. Anyway, it turns out that my name came up in conversation a couple of weeks ago. Now, believe me, it's not my intention to toot my own horn, but in their words, I was viewed as having decent skills and decent ability to teach them to others. So, they track down my old AOHell website and get ahold of me.
Needless to say I took this as a sign from above and jumped my 30-year-old @$$ right back into class last Thursday, and again on Saturday. It took me a bit to relearn what I forgot. And, boy did I hurt. I'm still feeling the after-effects. I've lost tons of flexibility, too, but I think it's just going to have to be regained the same way I gained it in the first place -- one, painful inch at a time.
ITEM THREE
E moves to Athens at the end of the week. At least it's Athens, OH and not Athens, Greece. That does not, however, make the prospect easier.
Yes, I know I'm getting on TWO weekends behind blogging on my little Adventure. I'll get to it soon. Now, I told you part of the aftermath of that trip. Let me tell you another.
ITEM TWO
For the past few days, I have been in such pain. That's because before we left the Adventure (remember the gas story?), a few of us were messing around. I tried my hand at some (fake) knife fighting and discovered just how effective filipino knife-fighting techniques can be, even if I was almost totally unpracticed in them. E and I saw a couple of people practicing tai chi push hands, and right then I finally declared, "That's it! I'm going back to tae kwon do."
Now, truthfully, my intention was to put it off for about two or three weeks until after E leaves for grad school (see ITEM THREE), but as fate would have it, an email awaited me when I returned.
This person and I tested for 2nd Gup right before I left. But whereas I stopped, he continued and has since gotten his black belt and control of the school! It turns out the chief instructors wanted to keep their school open, but needed this season in their lives to accomplish other things, so they turned it over to my friend. Anyway, it turns out that my name came up in conversation a couple of weeks ago. Now, believe me, it's not my intention to toot my own horn, but in their words, I was viewed as having decent skills and decent ability to teach them to others. So, they track down my old AOHell website and get ahold of me.
Needless to say I took this as a sign from above and jumped my 30-year-old @$$ right back into class last Thursday, and again on Saturday. It took me a bit to relearn what I forgot. And, boy did I hurt. I'm still feeling the after-effects. I've lost tons of flexibility, too, but I think it's just going to have to be regained the same way I gained it in the first place -- one, painful inch at a time.
ITEM THREE
E moves to Athens at the end of the week. At least it's Athens, OH and not Athens, Greece. That does not, however, make the prospect easier.
Friday, August 29, 2003
You're the Fashionable Badass. You'll rank among
those legendarily well-dressed, unflaggingly
cool badasses of myth: Spike Spiegel, the
Reservoir Dogs, Doc Holiday, and the Fifth
Element herself.
What Kind of Hipster Are You?
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You are the Consummate Hipster. Newbies bow to
you, everyone else just stares, as you swagger
down the street with "Little Green
Bag" stuck in your head.
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From the blog of a self-defined "unhip" friend of mine.
TANK'S ON E!!!
So it's Friday, and I've still managed to put off blogging over last weekend. Heck, I'm still going to put it off because I've had a pissy morning so far. But, I'll amuse myself and you (maybe) by recounting the story of the drive back into civilization via what amounts to Purgatory.
The "OH Contingent" left the grounds with a loose plan to "get money, get gas, and get some food." No other details. So, we pass a gas station with an ATM to get to the Thruway. "No worries," E. and I think. "Gas is $1.74/gallon here and besides, there's no food." We drive along a ways and decide early on to go our own way. The ol' buggy we were driving just wasn't fit to barrel inxs of 80 mph down the highway. In any case, we catch up to the group at a rest stop. We get some food and decide, "Eh, gas is $1.71/gallon here. Let's just gas up in PA -- it'll be much cheaper."
So we drive along, blissful and reminicent, planning next summer's Adventure. We drive straight thru PA and just as we headed into OH, driving right past a gas station, E. looks over.
"Oh $hi+! It's on E."
Immediately, she freaks, having PTSD flashbacks of the last time someone else drove her car and managed to get them stuck out on the freeway completely unaware of the tank hitting empty. Well, calmly, cooly, and collectedly, I decide simply to get off at the next exit, which happened to be State Route 11. A major route, more or less, plus there was a sign for a hospital.
Well, what I had forgotten was that Route 11 wasn't so major up on I-90. Nothing but freeway in either direction. Slightly rattled, but still in control, I note that the next exit was a simple 1/4 mile off. Now, by this time, the low-fuel light had been fading in and out with each curve and hill. We get off at that exit, and end up right in the sticks. What we saw could've been described as "Jack $hi+" -- except that even Jack had long since abandoned this place. By this time, even I'm rattled.
We pick a turn and happen upon some gravel parking lot upon which sat two vehicles and a couple working on them: a rather unsavory looking male, let's call him "Clem" and his wife... or sister.. or both... whatever. So, I roll down the window and ask if there's a gas station around.
I hate people who answer my questions with questions. He in turn asks me, "How much gas ya got?" "Not much," I reply. And, then he proceeds to flail his grease-soaked arm about telling us a gas station was "Eight miles over there.. somewhere... near the freeway..." as if his arm-flailing indicated a direction.
His wife/sister/mom/whatever saw the obvious look of panic on our faces and quieted "Clem" down and gave us directions. Her directions, paraphrased, went like this:
Now, E's stress level was obviously rising and I was clueless as to why. She was stressing out loud about whether to turn left or right at the end of the first road we were on. Now, by this point, I'm entirely frayed. "The road T's?? No, it doesn't! I didn't hear that!" Well, I couldn't deny it when I saw it.
Left or right. She wasn't sure, so I make an executive decision: right! We turn right and after a short way, I spot this dog standing at the very edge of the road. I clutch the wheel, white-knuckled, begging the dog, "Please, don't let me brake and waste gas!" So, being the old dog it appeared to be, it waited until the car was about ten feet away before starting to cross the road. I brake, honk the horn and drive around it.
We didn't get very far down that road when E felt that we should've turned left. Being unwilling to be the jerk who insists he's right and end up stuck in the middle of BFE, I turn the car around.
By this time, the low-fuel light is a solid amber.
Well, "Clem" was right about one thing. It very well may have been 8 miles to the gas station which we eventually found. I was the first one who spotted the BP symbol. It was like a shining star from afar. E and I both heard the chorus of angels singing from above. We gas up, get some food and get back on I-90 which Clem's wife/sister/whatever said would be there. Gas was $1.68/gallon to boot, though at that point, I'd have gladly paid $1.74+.
Relieved, fed, and laughing, E said that she knew she should've had me press on until the next exit. "Yeah yeah... 20/20 hindsight," I think to myself as we drove along and, like a rejected scene from the movie Groundhog Day, passed the freaking State Route 11 exit sign -- AGAIN! Not only had we lost time, but distance as well.
Ah, the joy of road trips :).
So it's Friday, and I've still managed to put off blogging over last weekend. Heck, I'm still going to put it off because I've had a pissy morning so far. But, I'll amuse myself and you (maybe) by recounting the story of the drive back into civilization via what amounts to Purgatory.
The "OH Contingent" left the grounds with a loose plan to "get money, get gas, and get some food." No other details. So, we pass a gas station with an ATM to get to the Thruway. "No worries," E. and I think. "Gas is $1.74/gallon here and besides, there's no food." We drive along a ways and decide early on to go our own way. The ol' buggy we were driving just wasn't fit to barrel inxs of 80 mph down the highway. In any case, we catch up to the group at a rest stop. We get some food and decide, "Eh, gas is $1.71/gallon here. Let's just gas up in PA -- it'll be much cheaper."
So we drive along, blissful and reminicent, planning next summer's Adventure. We drive straight thru PA and just as we headed into OH, driving right past a gas station, E. looks over.
"Oh $hi+! It's on E."
Immediately, she freaks, having PTSD flashbacks of the last time someone else drove her car and managed to get them stuck out on the freeway completely unaware of the tank hitting empty. Well, calmly, cooly, and collectedly, I decide simply to get off at the next exit, which happened to be State Route 11. A major route, more or less, plus there was a sign for a hospital.
Well, what I had forgotten was that Route 11 wasn't so major up on I-90. Nothing but freeway in either direction. Slightly rattled, but still in control, I note that the next exit was a simple 1/4 mile off. Now, by this time, the low-fuel light had been fading in and out with each curve and hill. We get off at that exit, and end up right in the sticks. What we saw could've been described as "Jack $hi+" -- except that even Jack had long since abandoned this place. By this time, even I'm rattled.
We pick a turn and happen upon some gravel parking lot upon which sat two vehicles and a couple working on them: a rather unsavory looking male, let's call him "Clem" and his wife... or sister.. or both... whatever. So, I roll down the window and ask if there's a gas station around.
I hate people who answer my questions with questions. He in turn asks me, "How much gas ya got?" "Not much," I reply. And, then he proceeds to flail his grease-soaked arm about telling us a gas station was "Eight miles over there.. somewhere... near the freeway..." as if his arm-flailing indicated a direction.
His wife/sister/mom/whatever saw the obvious look of panic on our faces and quieted "Clem" down and gave us directions. Her directions, paraphrased, went like this:
Take a left down this road. At the end of it, make another left. Then go until you see a gas station right where it hits the freeway.Unfortunately, I only heard the first and last sentences. We drive along at 45 mph, windows rolled up to reduce drag, with what can only be described as the "White Fred Sanford" following angrily behind us for a time. He was an elderly gentleman with a white beard driving a battered red pickup. He didn't honk or attempt to pass. He simply tailgated us until he turned off.
Now, E's stress level was obviously rising and I was clueless as to why. She was stressing out loud about whether to turn left or right at the end of the first road we were on. Now, by this point, I'm entirely frayed. "The road T's?? No, it doesn't! I didn't hear that!" Well, I couldn't deny it when I saw it.
Left or right. She wasn't sure, so I make an executive decision: right! We turn right and after a short way, I spot this dog standing at the very edge of the road. I clutch the wheel, white-knuckled, begging the dog, "Please, don't let me brake and waste gas!" So, being the old dog it appeared to be, it waited until the car was about ten feet away before starting to cross the road. I brake, honk the horn and drive around it.
We didn't get very far down that road when E felt that we should've turned left. Being unwilling to be the jerk who insists he's right and end up stuck in the middle of BFE, I turn the car around.
By this time, the low-fuel light is a solid amber.
Well, "Clem" was right about one thing. It very well may have been 8 miles to the gas station which we eventually found. I was the first one who spotted the BP symbol. It was like a shining star from afar. E and I both heard the chorus of angels singing from above. We gas up, get some food and get back on I-90 which Clem's wife/sister/whatever said would be there. Gas was $1.68/gallon to boot, though at that point, I'd have gladly paid $1.74+.
Relieved, fed, and laughing, E said that she knew she should've had me press on until the next exit. "Yeah yeah... 20/20 hindsight," I think to myself as we drove along and, like a rejected scene from the movie Groundhog Day, passed the freaking State Route 11 exit sign -- AGAIN! Not only had we lost time, but distance as well.
Ah, the joy of road trips :).
Monday, August 25, 2003
INSIDE JOKE OF THE DAY (RECURRING)
or, People of the Blog, I Have Returned
It's late. I've been driving for nigh on half a day. But I just had to add that. There will be more about my weekend adventure as soon as the soreness subsides.
or, People of the Blog, I Have Returned
That (a repair van) says "Verizon." This (my cell) says "Verizon." FIX IT!
-Me
It's late. I've been driving for nigh on half a day. But I just had to add that. There will be more about my weekend adventure as soon as the soreness subsides.
Friday, August 22, 2003
TWO DEGREES OF SEPARATION
Yesterday, I met some more new people and found out that I'm a mere two degrees of separation from Mr. Thomas Hillfiger. Turns out he's an Elmira, NY native. I heard some rather unflattering things about him from the person who states he's had personal interactions with the man. Like Tommy cares, right? So long as the world buys his marked clothing.
It comes to mind that because of previous jobs I've held, I've got several two-degree separations from rapper Lil' Bow Wow, who I guess prefers to be called Bow Wow. Anyway, Lil' Bow Wow doesn't have too too many fans in his place of origin, either.
You can say the same about a certain carpenter from Nazareth. Heck, if He got a bad rap, you can just imagine what anyone else would go through, right?
Let's see, I also got to visit a monastary. It was fairly remote, but the best thing about it was that you could almost hear the silence.
I returned to the cemetary containing Samuel Langhorne Clemens's gravesite so that E. could take some random video shots of the place, including, of course, the Langdon family plot. It's amazing the details you can pick up about a family by their plots. I've all but forgotten the personal details about Mark Twain learned prior to reading Huck Finn, but it was interesting to note the grave marker of a son of Mark Twain who passed at a mere 2 years of age.
I AM ABOUT TO ENTER ANOTHER DIMENSION
No, not the Twilight Zone. No, not an acid trip. No, I'm not dabbling in witchcraft. But I will be in another time and place and (virtually) incommunicado for the duration of the weekend. More on that when I return.
Yesterday, I met some more new people and found out that I'm a mere two degrees of separation from Mr. Thomas Hillfiger. Turns out he's an Elmira, NY native. I heard some rather unflattering things about him from the person who states he's had personal interactions with the man. Like Tommy cares, right? So long as the world buys his marked clothing.
It comes to mind that because of previous jobs I've held, I've got several two-degree separations from rapper Lil' Bow Wow, who I guess prefers to be called Bow Wow. Anyway, Lil' Bow Wow doesn't have too too many fans in his place of origin, either.
You can say the same about a certain carpenter from Nazareth. Heck, if He got a bad rap, you can just imagine what anyone else would go through, right?
Let's see, I also got to visit a monastary. It was fairly remote, but the best thing about it was that you could almost hear the silence.
I returned to the cemetary containing Samuel Langhorne Clemens's gravesite so that E. could take some random video shots of the place, including, of course, the Langdon family plot. It's amazing the details you can pick up about a family by their plots. I've all but forgotten the personal details about Mark Twain learned prior to reading Huck Finn, but it was interesting to note the grave marker of a son of Mark Twain who passed at a mere 2 years of age.
I AM ABOUT TO ENTER ANOTHER DIMENSION
No, not the Twilight Zone. No, not an acid trip. No, I'm not dabbling in witchcraft. But I will be in another time and place and (virtually) incommunicado for the duration of the weekend. More on that when I return.
Thursday, August 21, 2003
MY WEEKLY PERSONALITY TEST
Since I'm not sure if/when I'll get to it this weekend, I decided to just be a couple of days early for once.
Aladdin!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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Since I'm not sure if/when I'll get to it this weekend, I decided to just be a couple of days early for once.
Aladdin!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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ANOTHER NOTCH ON THE BELT
I have a small, but I think respectable list of "Famous People I've Met." Yesterday, I made a technical addition to that list. I say technical because I didn't exactly meet the person, but stood at his gravesite -- the final resting place of one Samuel Langhorne Clemens.
So, it wasn't all surreal. There were no epiphanies to be had. No one began to spontaneously recite lines from Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer. And no mysterious stranger looking vaguely like a combination of Colonel Sanders of Albert Einstein appeared out of thin air to chat with us. Though if I could, I would've asked him what he thought of his character Tom Sawyer being bastardized in a movie like The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Which isn't to say that the experience didn't have a sense of coolness about it. Out of all the places he could've been buried, he chose to be placed next to his wife and her family. His marker was curiously without any sort of epitaph like the ones surrounding it. Just his former name, and written underneath, Mark Twain. What more would one need?
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT...
Yesterday was my first experience in a Wegman's grocery store. Now that was a surreal experience! It was definitely better than 99% of what I see in Ohio.
I have a small, but I think respectable list of "Famous People I've Met." Yesterday, I made a technical addition to that list. I say technical because I didn't exactly meet the person, but stood at his gravesite -- the final resting place of one Samuel Langhorne Clemens.
So, it wasn't all surreal. There were no epiphanies to be had. No one began to spontaneously recite lines from Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer. And no mysterious stranger looking vaguely like a combination of Colonel Sanders of Albert Einstein appeared out of thin air to chat with us. Though if I could, I would've asked him what he thought of his character Tom Sawyer being bastardized in a movie like The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Which isn't to say that the experience didn't have a sense of coolness about it. Out of all the places he could've been buried, he chose to be placed next to his wife and her family. His marker was curiously without any sort of epitaph like the ones surrounding it. Just his former name, and written underneath, Mark Twain. What more would one need?
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT...
Yesterday was my first experience in a Wegman's grocery store. Now that was a surreal experience! It was definitely better than 99% of what I see in Ohio.
Ed. note: Since my internet access has been somewhat limited this week, the following entries were made over the past couple of days with trusty ol' Windows Notepad for copying/pasting at first opportunity.
INSIDE JOKE OF THE DAY
PSYCHEDELIC (ROAD) TRIP
I got to spend the day in Ithaca, in that area known as The Commons. It sort of has that downtown Yellow Springs vibe, though the difference really is as striking as one would expect between New York and Ohio. I only know that had I gone to college at Cornell or Ithaca, I'd probably still be there today (9 years later).
After tooling through The Commons, I was shown the most breathtaking scenery I had ever seen. Rolling hills and waterfalls -- now I understand what these nature-type people have been talking about.
As for later in the evening -- well, it finally happened. Our first bonafide, 100%, knock-down, drag out -- ok ok, it was FAR from knock-down and drag out. In fact, the whole incident lasted for the duration of a 10 minute car ride. To me, it's a good sign that
Others have told me in the past that they simply "don't know what to do" when I get angry. Now by any standard, my anger management skills have only gotten better over time. But because of that, I couldn't understand how people could continue saying, "I don't know what to do when you get that way." I figured, "Well, I know how do deal with you when you're angry -- it's not all that hard." At least, I couldn't until it was finally explained to me.
It makes total sense, thanks to 20/20. While I can control my behavior to an extent, I've always known I can continue to radiate anger. And, I don't suppose one ever had to be as sensitive as E. to see that.
So, all in all, a great day.
OTHER INSIDE JOKE OF THE DAY
INSIDE JOKE OF THE DAY
Nothing says "Mark Twain" like a bunch of gliders.Spoken from "Mark Twain Country."
-Me
PSYCHEDELIC (ROAD) TRIP
I got to spend the day in Ithaca, in that area known as The Commons. It sort of has that downtown Yellow Springs vibe, though the difference really is as striking as one would expect between New York and Ohio. I only know that had I gone to college at Cornell or Ithaca, I'd probably still be there today (9 years later).
After tooling through The Commons, I was shown the most breathtaking scenery I had ever seen. Rolling hills and waterfalls -- now I understand what these nature-type people have been talking about.
As for later in the evening -- well, it finally happened. Our first bonafide, 100%, knock-down, drag out -- ok ok, it was FAR from knock-down and drag out. In fact, the whole incident lasted for the duration of a 10 minute car ride. To me, it's a good sign that
Others have told me in the past that they simply "don't know what to do" when I get angry. Now by any standard, my anger management skills have only gotten better over time. But because of that, I couldn't understand how people could continue saying, "I don't know what to do when you get that way." I figured, "Well, I know how do deal with you when you're angry -- it's not all that hard." At least, I couldn't until it was finally explained to me.
It makes total sense, thanks to 20/20. While I can control my behavior to an extent, I've always known I can continue to radiate anger. And, I don't suppose one ever had to be as sensitive as E. to see that.
So, all in all, a great day.
OTHER INSIDE JOKE OF THE DAY
Oh, my God -- I thought you were my dad!
-Me
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
HEY, WHAT DID WE LEARN THIS WEEK?
I've learned the joys of internet banking now that neither of the financial institutions I deal with charge for such services. I can now theoretically slack on balancing my checkbook and recording ATM/check-card receipts for weeks at a time, now!
I've learned that for the first time in my life, I'm actually enjoying a road trip. Once upon a time, long car rides with anyone (hell, solo even) would make me want to just plug my earphones in so deeply that they'd be scraping my brain, curl up into a ball and retreat to my "happy place" for the duration of the trip. But with the right company, time passes quickly and quite enjoyably! Though, I still get quite exhausted.
I've learned that there's more to "the country" than close proximity to beasts of burden or people determined to freeze their corner of the world in time. You know, before those fancy talking pictures became the bane of the movie industry. It might be age (or even *gasp* maturity!), but I've finally learned what it is to stand on a high point overlooking rolling hills, bright blue sky, trees -- and just be in awe. I have to say, though, that I'm feeling that the town of Elmira, NY already has a place in the back of my mind somewhere. I just can't remember what it's in reference to.
And I've learned that I'm still in that state where the perfect partner only seems to get more perfect.
All this, and it's only Tuesday.
I've learned the joys of internet banking now that neither of the financial institutions I deal with charge for such services. I can now theoretically slack on balancing my checkbook and recording ATM/check-card receipts for weeks at a time, now!
I've learned that for the first time in my life, I'm actually enjoying a road trip. Once upon a time, long car rides with anyone (hell, solo even) would make me want to just plug my earphones in so deeply that they'd be scraping my brain, curl up into a ball and retreat to my "happy place" for the duration of the trip. But with the right company, time passes quickly and quite enjoyably! Though, I still get quite exhausted.
I've learned that there's more to "the country" than close proximity to beasts of burden or people determined to freeze their corner of the world in time. You know, before those fancy talking pictures became the bane of the movie industry. It might be age (or even *gasp* maturity!), but I've finally learned what it is to stand on a high point overlooking rolling hills, bright blue sky, trees -- and just be in awe. I have to say, though, that I'm feeling that the town of Elmira, NY already has a place in the back of my mind somewhere. I just can't remember what it's in reference to.
And I've learned that I'm still in that state where the perfect partner only seems to get more perfect.
All this, and it's only Tuesday.
MY WEEKLY PERSONALITY TEST
Yes, yes... late again, I know. I know, ok? Look, I know. Quit yelling at me.
You are Kronos, horseman of the apocalypse, War,
and ready to rule again. If you can get your
band of brothers together again, you will be
unstoppable.
Which 'Highlander' immortal are you?
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Yes, yes... late again, I know. I know, ok? Look, I know. Quit yelling at me.
You are Kronos, horseman of the apocalypse, War,
and ready to rule again. If you can get your
band of brothers together again, you will be
unstoppable.
Which 'Highlander' immortal are you?
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Friday, August 15, 2003
Thursday, August 14, 2003
INSIDE JOKE OF THE DAY
Here's a new feature. Just random inside jokes between me and the motley crew that are the various and sundry people in my life. If you weren't there or weren't told, you probably won't get it. But, you're free to read into it whatever you'd like.
Here's a new feature. Just random inside jokes between me and the motley crew that are the various and sundry people in my life. If you weren't there or weren't told, you probably won't get it. But, you're free to read into it whatever you'd like.
I've heard of taking it on the chin, but sheesh.
-Me
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
AGAIN WITH THE "FEMININE SIDE"
TODAY ON "E"!
Well, today was supposed to be our first officially designated "day off" from each other. We've been together nearly every day for the past three weeks. But there's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, and we basically said, "what the heck?"
A couple of days ago, we had our first um... "disagreement" so to speak. Nothing bad happened, no harsh words were said, and the situation was no one's fault. But it was an eye-opener for me. I could actually observe myself going through the process of making oneself angry. I don't care how hair-trigger someone's anger is, there's definitely a point at which one decides to make his or her anger manifest, internally or externally. I allowed my anger to get the better of me, but allowed it to fade in fairly short order.
Score one for maturity!
I'm standing on the edge of another precipice in lifeNow that I've reached a bit of (serendipitous) success in other areas of my life, I'm poised to move ahead in others. I just hope I can follow through, and with a bit of help, I'm sure I can.
Gotta face my Steppenwolf
Gotta drag it through the mud
When I get there I will see myself
Pearl
words/music by Paula Cole
TODAY ON "E"!
Well, today was supposed to be our first officially designated "day off" from each other. We've been together nearly every day for the past three weeks. But there's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, and we basically said, "what the heck?"
A couple of days ago, we had our first um... "disagreement" so to speak. Nothing bad happened, no harsh words were said, and the situation was no one's fault. But it was an eye-opener for me. I could actually observe myself going through the process of making oneself angry. I don't care how hair-trigger someone's anger is, there's definitely a point at which one decides to make his or her anger manifest, internally or externally. I allowed my anger to get the better of me, but allowed it to fade in fairly short order.
Score one for maturity!
Sunday, August 10, 2003
MY WEEKLY PERSONALITY ANALYSIS
Am I in touch with my feminine side, or what?
You are as tough as you are beautiful. You have the
grace of a delicate flower and the stopping
power of a 2x4 in the gonads. I love you, will
you marry me?
Which Kung Fu movie star are you?
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Ok, so I guess this feature will now be a Sunday thing, rather than a Saturday one.
Am I in touch with my feminine side, or what?
You are as tough as you are beautiful. You have the
grace of a delicate flower and the stopping
power of a 2x4 in the gonads. I love you, will
you marry me?
Which Kung Fu movie star are you?
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Ok, so I guess this feature will now be a Sunday thing, rather than a Saturday one.
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
TODAY ON "E"!
I've spent the past week in heaven. And, I'm still there even if I'm going to be apart from her for the next few hours. Actually, I think it's the first 24 hours I've spent away from her in all this time.
I know I promised more in the way of "gory details" and such, but at this point, I honestly don't know where to begin. I could go with a day-by-day play-by-play of everything said and done since two Sundays ago. I could go and post a million and one song lyrics (mostly by my favorite band with a midwestern name, a fancy logo, and a horn trio).
But, I'm too tired to be cryptic and too shy to be detailed.
I'm happy. 'Nuff said.
Now, maybe next go 'round, I'll talk about the ways this person has definitely changed my outlook on the future. Maybe.
Ok, I will say this. That line from that Liz Phair song a few entries back doesn't quite apply anymore, except for the fact that my head is, in fact, still spinning.
I've spent the past week in heaven. And, I'm still there even if I'm going to be apart from her for the next few hours. Actually, I think it's the first 24 hours I've spent away from her in all this time.
I know I promised more in the way of "gory details" and such, but at this point, I honestly don't know where to begin. I could go with a day-by-day play-by-play of everything said and done since two Sundays ago. I could go and post a million and one song lyrics (mostly by my favorite band with a midwestern name, a fancy logo, and a horn trio).
But, I'm too tired to be cryptic and too shy to be detailed.
I'm happy. 'Nuff said.
Now, maybe next go 'round, I'll talk about the ways this person has definitely changed my outlook on the future. Maybe.
Ok, I will say this. That line from that Liz Phair song a few entries back doesn't quite apply anymore, except for the fact that my head is, in fact, still spinning.
Sunday, August 03, 2003
Monday, July 28, 2003
Sunday, July 27, 2003
TOGETHER AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME
I'm utterly speechless. My being - heart, mind, body and soul - is spinning around and around. I'm mired in contradictions. I'm feeling the total bliss of simple contentment. I have finally touched someone I've seemed to know for 100 years. I'm finally feeling a closeness that can only be described as oneness...
I think I'll write more once I'm all sorted out -- which may not be for awhile.
It's still sort of jumbled... but it's so good.
I'm utterly speechless. My being - heart, mind, body and soul - is spinning around and around. I'm mired in contradictions. I'm feeling the total bliss of simple contentment. I have finally touched someone I've seemed to know for 100 years. I'm finally feeling a closeness that can only be described as oneness...
I think I'll write more once I'm all sorted out -- which may not be for awhile.
It's still sort of jumbled... but it's so good.
Saturday, July 26, 2003
THOUGHTS AS I COUNT DOWN
Isn't this the best part of breaking upSeventeen hours left.
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we're gonna scratch
It's gonna take awhile for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't f***ed yet, but my head's spinning
Why Can't I
Liz Phair
MY WEEKLY PERSONALITY ANALYSIS
I figured why not make this a regular feature. Everyone should spend time analyzing themselves at least once a week, anyway.
This is true, because...
I figured why not make this a regular feature. Everyone should spend time analyzing themselves at least once a week, anyway.
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I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, which Jedi Knight are you??? |
| Take the Jedi Personality Quiz at MHoNiP | |
This is true, because...
One of the galaxy's most honored and respected Jedi Knights, you were instrumental in galatic events both early and late in life. You were instrumental in awakening the powers of the Force in young Luke Skywalker in the end of your days, but in your younger days, due to your arrogance, you thought you could be a good as Yoda and train Anakin Skywalker to be a great Jedi Knight. He later became Darth Vader. Oops….Sounds about right.
MAKING A DIFFERENCE AT SUCH A TENDER AGE
Now, this is what I call community service!
At 14, I was still reading Justice League comics. Hell, I read one two weeks ago!
Now, this is what I call community service!
At 14, I was still reading Justice League comics. Hell, I read one two weeks ago!
TICK, TOCK, TICK
Thirty-six hours from now, we'll see if life really rebounds, if what goes around really does come around, and if dreams can come true after being broken to pieces.
Thirty-six hours from now, we'll see if life really rebounds, if what goes around really does come around, and if dreams can come true after being broken to pieces.
In the end the love we live withI don't care what people say, Robert Lamm is still one of the great American songwriters.
Is the love that we wait for
And the waiting cuts like a knife
In the end the love we hoped for
Is the love that we learned with
Looking for the love of my life
The love of my life
The Love of My Life
words/music by Robert Lamm/Jim Vallance
perf. by Robert Lamm
Thursday, July 24, 2003
REVENGE OF MY INNER NERD
I was at Barnes and Noble today buying a "Welcome Home" gift for a friend. I resolved NOT to indulge on this book I've had my eye on for awhile, Mike Nelson's Mind Over Matters. I succeeded!
Instead, I bought Bobos in Paradise: The New Upper Class and How They Got There by David Brooks. It seems that I keep seeing this referenced just about everywhere as of late. It's an interesting and humorous treatise on "bourgeois bohemians," a class of people the author defines as:
I was at Barnes and Noble today buying a "Welcome Home" gift for a friend. I resolved NOT to indulge on this book I've had my eye on for awhile, Mike Nelson's Mind Over Matters. I succeeded!
Instead, I bought Bobos in Paradise: The New Upper Class and How They Got There by David Brooks. It seems that I keep seeing this referenced just about everywhere as of late. It's an interesting and humorous treatise on "bourgeois bohemians," a class of people the author defines as:
...those who have wed the bourgeois world of capitalist enterprise to the hippie values of the bohemian countercultureI'd write more about it (and plan to, eventually), but I think I'm going to finish reading it tonight, first. I'm about half-way through it already, proving once again how fast I can read stuff I care about.
MY NEW FAVORITE WEBSITE... NO, I MEAN IT THIS TIME!
The Oracle of Starbucks
It works so well, I'd almost be willing to follow whatever pseudo-cult that's sure to build a religion around it.
Oh, that's right, I already worship at the altar of Starbucks. I forgot for a second.
The Oracle of Starbucks
It works so well, I'd almost be willing to follow whatever pseudo-cult that's sure to build a religion around it.
Oh, that's right, I already worship at the altar of Starbucks. I forgot for a second.
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
FINALLY, A TV SHOW BANDWAGON I WON'T JUMP ON
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy on Bravo - I described the concept to a friend who said , "This sounds vaguely offensive." I agreed, but this was the very reason I had to see it.
As usual, though, whenever something promises to be titilatingly offensive, it ends up being mostly harmless and rather silly.
However, I did like the end bit where the "Fab Five" watch the results of their make-over on video as the straight guy tries to impress whoever thought he needed the make-over in the first place. You know me -- always love that MST3K vibe.
I'll stick to Iron Chef and Trading Spaces. Heck, I'd probably watch another episode of Stripperella first. Ok ok, I wouldn't go that far.
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy on Bravo - I described the concept to a friend who said , "This sounds vaguely offensive." I agreed, but this was the very reason I had to see it.
As usual, though, whenever something promises to be titilatingly offensive, it ends up being mostly harmless and rather silly.
However, I did like the end bit where the "Fab Five" watch the results of their make-over on video as the straight guy tries to impress whoever thought he needed the make-over in the first place. You know me -- always love that MST3K vibe.
I'll stick to Iron Chef and Trading Spaces. Heck, I'd probably watch another episode of Stripperella first. Ok ok, I wouldn't go that far.
OPPORTUNITY IS "NOWHERE" OR "NOW HERE"?
I saw this referenced in someone else's blog. My apologies, but I just can't remember where.
In any case, whoever green-lit this web address is proof of why one needs degrees in the areas of marketing and advertising.
www.whorepresents.com.
Go on, click it... you know you want to.
I saw this referenced in someone else's blog. My apologies, but I just can't remember where.
In any case, whoever green-lit this web address is proof of why one needs degrees in the areas of marketing and advertising.
www.whorepresents.com.
Go on, click it... you know you want to.
AND, STILL NO WEATHER PIXIE!
Since Site Meter tells me that a few more people read this blog than the 2 to 5 people I already know read it, I decided to try a little experiment.
I popped in a Tag Board for general comments and/or polling the masses about whatever random question occurs to me.
So, let's see...
Since Site Meter tells me that a few more people read this blog than the 2 to 5 people I already know read it, I decided to try a little experiment.
I popped in a Tag Board for general comments and/or polling the masses about whatever random question occurs to me.
So, let's see...
Commenting available on every post - CHECK
Random "What sort of (blank) are you?" quizzes - CHECK
A couple of advertising banners/buttons - CHECK
A link to wilwheaton.net - CHECK
Tagboard - CHECK
A weather pixie - _________
Monday, July 21, 2003
EARLY EXAMPLE OF THE CORRUPTING INFLUENCE OF CORPORATE AMERICA?
I was talking with a friend of mine -- no, no one had "hurt her pride." Get it? Tom Petty and the... eh, nevermind. I was talking to her earlier this morning, and we briefly hit upon the subject of Lee Majors, the Six Million Dollar Man. Don't bother wondering how something like that would come up; that's just how we are. Anyway, I had this epiphany:
Remember the Steve Austin doll and how you'd have to roll back the fake skin of his bionic arm to see the two molded pieces of plastic with stickers of "bionic circuitry" on them? It hit me -- was I being serriptitiously trained on condom use? No wonder I and a few others I know - who are now well outside the MTV demographic - don't seem overly troubled by the issue of "condoms in the classroom." We were already trained in one aspect of their use between the ages of 5 and 7!
Alas, while it was an epiphany for me, I discovered later, it wasn't an original observation.
I was talking with a friend of mine -- no, no one had "hurt her pride." Get it? Tom Petty and the... eh, nevermind. I was talking to her earlier this morning, and we briefly hit upon the subject of Lee Majors, the Six Million Dollar Man. Don't bother wondering how something like that would come up; that's just how we are. Anyway, I had this epiphany:
Remember the Steve Austin doll and how you'd have to roll back the fake skin of his bionic arm to see the two molded pieces of plastic with stickers of "bionic circuitry" on them? It hit me -- was I being serriptitiously trained on condom use? No wonder I and a few others I know - who are now well outside the MTV demographic - don't seem overly troubled by the issue of "condoms in the classroom." We were already trained in one aspect of their use between the ages of 5 and 7!
Alas, while it was an epiphany for me, I discovered later, it wasn't an original observation.
Sunday, July 20, 2003
ANOTHER PLEASANT VALLEY SUNDAY
I had a bit of time after church and was sitting here rummaging through email.
This month's issue of the WORK IT! Newsletter (it's a job search book written by Allison Hemming, an alum of my alma mater, the University of Dayton) had this piece of advice as to how to get yourself out of a job-hunting rut. I highlighted a key section.
I personally can't wait to watch David Carradine in action again!
No, I'm serious!
I had a bit of time after church and was sitting here rummaging through email.
This month's issue of the WORK IT! Newsletter (it's a job search book written by Allison Hemming, an alum of my alma mater, the University of Dayton) had this piece of advice as to how to get yourself out of a job-hunting rut. I highlighted a key section.
2. Give yourself a break (literally!).
It doesn't matter if it's one day or one week, but you need
to close the chapter of your job hunt that's not working so
you can start another chapter that will. Go to a museum,
pick up a mystery novel, watch all the Tarantino flicks so
you can get ready to deconstruct his new movie, Kill Bill.
I personally can't wait to watch David Carradine in action again!
No, I'm serious!
Saturday, July 19, 2003
DUEL AND DUALITY
If you recall, my life was rated...
My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?
This blog, on the other hand is a mere...
What rating is your journal?
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Just another example of the bittersweetness of age.
If you recall, my life was rated...
My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?
This blog, on the other hand is a mere...
What rating is your journal?
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Just another example of the bittersweetness of age.
BIG BROTHER IS STILL WATCHING!
Just for kicks, I've added a sitemeter counter. I've actually had the account for a few weeks but have been too utterly lazy to install it.
Don't worry, I'm not gathering information to launch some nefarious plot for world domination or assume your identity. I vow not to publish any info that I obtain (unless you tick me off), harass you (unless you deserve it), or adversely affect you in any way (unless I'm cranky and run out of coffee).
Just for kicks, I've added a sitemeter counter. I've actually had the account for a few weeks but have been too utterly lazy to install it.
Don't worry, I'm not gathering information to launch some nefarious plot for world domination or assume your identity. I vow not to publish any info that I obtain (unless you tick me off), harass you (unless you deserve it), or adversely affect you in any way (unless I'm cranky and run out of coffee).
SINCE I'M NOW OFFICIALLY OUTSIDE THE MTV DEMOGRAPHIC
I've found videos that are more interesting at www.animemusicvideos.org. A friend of mine is actually a member with videos of her own. Check them out.
I've found videos that are more interesting at www.animemusicvideos.org. A friend of mine is actually a member with videos of her own. Check them out.
Friday, July 18, 2003
THE CURLY SHUFFLE
The "this way to the egress" link above no longer points to my AOL homepage. I don't know why I've decided to do that all of a sudden, truth to tell. Links from there point here, after all, and may stay that way, at least for the time being. I've sort of MacGyver-ed a page for my long-unused geocities space, and since I've started using that email address again as of late, I figured, "what the heck?"
"But, D., couldn't I just click on the links you have on the menu on the bottom left and work my way to the index page?" Well, sure, smart-@$$. Whatever makes you feel like you were in the movie Hackers. Just be assured that it's not your cleverness, but my laziness that allows you to do that.
Anyway, I'm not gonna put the geocities email addy on here right away. I kinda enjoy being surprisingly spam-free at that address. Besides, if you wanna touch base, that's why I've got an enetation account. The geocities webspace isn't quite done yet; I will put up that addy eventually.
The "this way to the egress" link above no longer points to my AOL homepage. I don't know why I've decided to do that all of a sudden, truth to tell. Links from there point here, after all, and may stay that way, at least for the time being. I've sort of MacGyver-ed a page for my long-unused geocities space, and since I've started using that email address again as of late, I figured, "what the heck?"
"But, D., couldn't I just click on the links you have on the menu on the bottom left and work my way to the index page?" Well, sure, smart-@$$. Whatever makes you feel like you were in the movie Hackers. Just be assured that it's not your cleverness, but my laziness that allows you to do that.
Anyway, I'm not gonna put the geocities email addy on here right away. I kinda enjoy being surprisingly spam-free at that address. Besides, if you wanna touch base, that's why I've got an enetation account. The geocities webspace isn't quite done yet; I will put up that addy eventually.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Monday, July 14, 2003
NEEDS TO BE SEEN TO BE BELIEVED
I'm not too amazed by the fact that TNN would have a show like Stripperella. I saw my very first episode tonight, as I couldn't reach the remote fast enough when RAW ended. Yes, it's pretty much everything what one would imagine: jokes targeted at Howard Stern's fanbase and blurred out animated images of breasts.
What does amaze me is that it really IS a Stan Lee creation, which he proceeds to defend by saying:
Like that's going to stop me getting my X-Men fix.
I'm not too amazed by the fact that TNN would have a show like Stripperella. I saw my very first episode tonight, as I couldn't reach the remote fast enough when RAW ended. Yes, it's pretty much everything what one would imagine: jokes targeted at Howard Stern's fanbase and blurred out animated images of breasts.
What does amaze me is that it really IS a Stan Lee creation, which he proceeds to defend by saying:
People have asked why I've created Stripperella after spending most of my life doing family-friendly stories. The point is, I feel that Stripperella, too, is family friendly. It's just that she's meant to appeal to a slightly older family.Another Polyanna childhood illusion is shattered. This from the same guy who used to provided me with a lifetime of comic book joy and used to wish me a hearty "Excelsior!" at the end of the Incredible Hulk and Spiderman and His Amazing Friends cartoons in the 80s.
from Newsarama
Like that's going to stop me getting my X-Men fix.
MY NEW FAVORITE WEBSITE
Appropriately named after my daily mantra: I Need Coffee
Surprisingly informative "non-commercial Caffeination Information."
WinMX Update - The last file of Chicago's 1987 concert at the Concord Pavillion continues to elude me.
Appropriately named after my daily mantra: I Need Coffee
Surprisingly informative "non-commercial Caffeination Information."
WinMX Update - The last file of Chicago's 1987 concert at the Concord Pavillion continues to elude me.
Saturday, July 12, 2003
BOIL AND BUBBLE
I'm sitting here engaging in my usual Saturday morning NPR ritual before work and again giving some thought to the various ups and downs of my present life. Money problems abound again, but nothing I won't make it through (I don't think). And, this time around, I have as many, if not more reasons to be happy than sad.
I keep coming back to this verse of the song My Thanksgiving:
Score another one for maturity, huh?
I'm sitting here engaging in my usual Saturday morning NPR ritual before work and again giving some thought to the various ups and downs of my present life. Money problems abound again, but nothing I won't make it through (I don't think). And, this time around, I have as many, if not more reasons to be happy than sad.
I keep coming back to this verse of the song My Thanksgiving:
And I don't mind saying that I still love it all
I wallowed in the springtime
Now I'm welcoming the fall
For every moment of joy
Every hour of fear
For every winding road that brought me here
For every breath, for every day of living
This is my Thanksgiving
by Henley/Lynch/Winding
Score another one for maturity, huh?
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
LIVIN' LA VIDA INTERESANTE
I know it's been a dry spell for blog entries. Working, turning 30, and closely following Wimbledon for the first time in about five years were some of the things keeping me occupied over the past week or so. I've also spent a fair amount of time connecting on multiple levels with someone who's quite possibly my mirror image, while at the same time working out various life issues.
Unfortunately, this leaves little time for dwelling on life observations and jotting down sarcastic comments. There just hasn't been room in my head. Perhaps my idiocy threshhold was slightly raised. Or, like a drug addict, it simply takes more and more to motivate me to make cutting remarks.
I'm sure the bug will return soon. But, in the interim, a couple of recent events merit some treatment.
I played with a small group of musicians at my church for the 4th of July. It was a sort of hodge-podge of smooth jazzy (blech), pop and rock instrumental stuff. I was sort of nervous. I did a fair amount of personal preparation, but was unable to attend the single rehearsal that was held. And, I unexpectedly ended up playing on a few songs I hadn't practiced.
All in all, I don't think I did all that badly. Yes, it could've done better. But, it could've been so much worse. I shock myself with that attitude. A friend of mine was slightly shocked when I conveyed this feeling to him. Perhaps maturity is starting to catch up with me.
The other event -- well, I changed my mind about sharing it. Let's just say that it was a situation that had the earmarks of the first five minutes of a soft-core, r-rated adult film and from which I promptly escaped.
I know it's been a dry spell for blog entries. Working, turning 30, and closely following Wimbledon for the first time in about five years were some of the things keeping me occupied over the past week or so. I've also spent a fair amount of time connecting on multiple levels with someone who's quite possibly my mirror image, while at the same time working out various life issues.
Unfortunately, this leaves little time for dwelling on life observations and jotting down sarcastic comments. There just hasn't been room in my head. Perhaps my idiocy threshhold was slightly raised. Or, like a drug addict, it simply takes more and more to motivate me to make cutting remarks.
I'm sure the bug will return soon. But, in the interim, a couple of recent events merit some treatment.
I played with a small group of musicians at my church for the 4th of July. It was a sort of hodge-podge of smooth jazzy (blech), pop and rock instrumental stuff. I was sort of nervous. I did a fair amount of personal preparation, but was unable to attend the single rehearsal that was held. And, I unexpectedly ended up playing on a few songs I hadn't practiced.
All in all, I don't think I did all that badly. Yes, it could've done better. But, it could've been so much worse. I shock myself with that attitude. A friend of mine was slightly shocked when I conveyed this feeling to him. Perhaps maturity is starting to catch up with me.
The other event -- well, I changed my mind about sharing it. Let's just say that it was a situation that had the earmarks of the first five minutes of a soft-core, r-rated adult film and from which I promptly escaped.
Thursday, July 03, 2003
AND THE WINNER IS...
I decided that I'd use a third, different song as my "Birthday Theme." I can't remember if I've mentioned this song before or not. But hey, it's my birthday and my blog :) -- 7/3/MCMLXXIII!
Of course, however, the show still must go on...
'Nuff said
I decided that I'd use a third, different song as my "Birthday Theme." I can't remember if I've mentioned this song before or not. But hey, it's my birthday and my blog :) -- 7/3/MCMLXXIII!
Many reasons that hold you back
Tell you no, make you fall short of what you want to say
Too many voices in my head
Where's the boy who used to take chances
Used to say when I grow up to me a man someday
True to my heart in every way
Seems so simple
Why's it so hard
I'll never know
Take the time seize the moment
Don't let go
The state of mind is everything about
The love you call your own
The Love You Call Your Own
words/music by Robert Lamm & Gerard McMahon
Of course, however, the show still must go on...
And I'm tired of turning my back on myself
Throwing truth away
Let the fire burn down the front door to myself
And give me a season to play
The Show Must Go On
words/music by Bill Champlin
perf. by Chicago
'Nuff said
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
MORE BORROWED LYRICS
For E...
:x
For E...
Did you ever love somebody
Did you ever really care
Did you ever need somebody
Just to rub your hair
All the energy we spend on motion
All the curcuitry and time
Is there any way to feel a body
Through fiber optic lines
...
Don't you wanna be right here, right now
Right Here, Right Now by Cassandra Wilson
:x
TURNING
George Carlin on age:
(I highlighted a relevant secion)
There was a sort of bittersweet, sad tradition I sort of developed about 4 or 5 years ago. At some point during the day of my birth, I'd find a quiet spot and play the song Birthday Boy by Chicago. It's sort of a sad song that I guess (20/20 hindsight) made me feel like I was being all pensive when I was in reality indulging in a good dose of self-pity.
This year, however, feels different. For all the good and bad times in the past couple of years, some really good things have happened -- some as recently as last week!
So, I've decided that starting this year, I'm going to start listening to something else on my birthday. It's a tie. I can't decide between the song My Thanksgiving by Don Henley (I've posted a link to the lyrics some time back) and the song The Show Must Go On by Chicago, the song I've sort of adopted as my personal theme song over the past year or so. (Sorry, I can't really find a link to any accurate lyrics anywhere).
And, here I have about an hour to decide...
George Carlin on age:
(I highlighted a relevant secion)
And then the greatest day of your life... you become 21.
Even the words sound like a ceremony... YOU BECOME 21... YESSSS!!!
But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?
You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40.
Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50... and your dreams are gone.
But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!
So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.
There was a sort of bittersweet, sad tradition I sort of developed about 4 or 5 years ago. At some point during the day of my birth, I'd find a quiet spot and play the song Birthday Boy by Chicago. It's sort of a sad song that I guess (20/20 hindsight) made me feel like I was being all pensive when I was in reality indulging in a good dose of self-pity.
This year, however, feels different. For all the good and bad times in the past couple of years, some really good things have happened -- some as recently as last week!
So, I've decided that starting this year, I'm going to start listening to something else on my birthday. It's a tie. I can't decide between the song My Thanksgiving by Don Henley (I've posted a link to the lyrics some time back) and the song The Show Must Go On by Chicago, the song I've sort of adopted as my personal theme song over the past year or so. (Sorry, I can't really find a link to any accurate lyrics anywhere).
And, here I have about an hour to decide...
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