Andrea lookin' all luscious...
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
blog of the lead singer from soul coughing. good rando stuff. was reminded of this band by reading down through my blog. made me think of spring break from first year of business school (which would be march of 1999) when i drove down to key west alone. everyone else was going on trips together to cancun, moustique, etc...i remember driving down to key west kinda bummed and alone and listening to the soul coughing album ruby vroom and the foo fighters album that has everlong on it (can't remember name right now). i camped out in a KOA from the trunk of my Jetta. i forgot my cooler so i had to stash all my food in a big Rubbermaid bin that had no insulation. a bunch of rando weirdos in the campground (some hippie college chicks from up north, some frat brain 30-ish dudes, one of whom was a PI and had been fishing with his buddies and fed us a warm-water lobster he caught and some chick who had come there with two other dudes) sat around a fire, and the hippie chicks sang and played guitar, and the one who sang could sing REALLY well, sort of like Ani DiFranco. The chick who had come down with two other dudes slept in my tent, which ended up being more uncomfortable and tedious than fun. And the next morning when I woke up, I discovered that I had left out the Rubbermaid bin and racoons had got into it and eaten my chicken. So I had no more food, and decided that the scene was a bust and hit the road back up north that day. I also had no more money.
Don't know how I got going on this...
Logan and Andrea crashed out after pizza, as if it had opium on it...
for the record we got two pies from Fivo's, large pepperoni and black olive, small just mutz ("u" pronounced as below). Also included in the order, which I only realized later, were a Fivo's calendar for 2006, and an order of garlic knots. It's little things like this that are easy to forget without the miracle that is this blog.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
anyway, this dude in the class was blind and taking karate. he walked in with a friend, possibly a relative, of his who also was a karate student. i admit it seemed odd to me at first that a blind person would take karate, but then i was like: fuck yes dude.
the coolest thing was watching him and his friend go through techniques as part of the class. we were doing some complex blocking combinations that shihan isobe from brazil was making us do, and the blind guy would stand in front of his friend, with his friend reaching over his shoulders to help guide his arms while whispering the names of the techniques into his ear. gedan barai, chudan soto uke, gyaku this, oi that. and the blind guy didn't miss a beat, not one, better than most in the class.
what struck me first was the courage of the blind guy to do what he was doing (probably for him its just what he does...and doesn't strike him as anything special). what also struck me was the closeness of the blind guy and his friend/relative. to be committed to standing behind a guy and whispering japanese names of karate techniques (at a quick tempo no less) right into his ear and sweating with him...very cool.
anyway, that was a good memory, so i wanted to get it out there.
essays & effluvia: Paul: The Loud Talking LIRR Commuter from Hell
This is a funny blog...guy who identifies highly annoying commuters on the LIRR and posts pictures of them. Publishing this post using googles firefox add-in btw. Let's see how it comes across. Read more at bigpicture.typepad.com/...
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Alev's self-chosen gifts to Andrea and me...curiously non-christmas theme going on, i.e. a dreidel and dreidel stickers. Hey, why not?
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
one time, he's making a chocolate cake all shitfaced and a friend of his comes over as he's pulling it out of the oven. he's all shitfaced and slurring his words and puts the cake, still piping hot, onto the table as he sits down to chat with his friend, who has already taken a seat at the kitchen table and is sort of laughing at his drunk friend cooking a cake.
the drunk dude takes a bite of the really hot cake, but starts to pass out, and mutters: "needs more egg and to be cooked at a lower temperature" as he keels face-down into the cake.
then the next day he's got a burned face, not too bad, but all red.
i might go pictures, sounds and video only...
- only shadows
- only smoke/steam coming out of stacks - i see a lot of this from my office view
- only people's hands
- only people's feet
- only people's butts
its a video from my website, i just linked directly to the file. i'll figure out how to get a small screenshot from the video up, thus sort of making this a video blog, which is still new to me, so it is interesting.
we close at 3 tomorrow and i want to ask the team out to have drinks to build some camaraderie (sp?).
i think i will start randomly contacting people through their blogs. its really the whole point. for example, last night after andrea had gone to bed, i started randomly going through the blogs on blogger. came across one from a woman who was in the middle of her second divorce from the same man. it sounded horrible, and used it as a place just to vent, nothing else, everything, about the kids, all the day to day of what its like to be in the middle of a divorce. i didn't leave a comment because i couldn't do so anonymously, but that's wimpy.
i'll try to find the blog and say i hope it works out for her and that no one feels too much pain.
Here's a couple from Ye Rustic Inn...damn google is good. Went there a lot with jer (sensing a pattern here). I remember one time meeting two girls and going back go their place. one was wearing a dog collar and passed out when we got there. the other was kinda bitchy and i think felt freaked out that her friend had passed out and that two dudes were there. she played soul coughing and i liked it and bought it a while after that. i remember some commentary about genghis khan or something about how there will always be thugs...
again, useless memories
i'm really re-living my 20s here. definitely pathetic.
i will attach some pics of bars i remember in LA...spent a lot of time with Jer at them
this is what got me started on it...for some reason i was thinking about being on wilshire, back when i lived in LA. every time i'd drive by it, i'd think of that warren zevon song, then get confused about the whole ed debevic/trader joe thing.
silly how useless trains of thought recur so many times and serve no purpose whatsoever.
useless train of thought #1: was thinking about ed debevics for no reason, then thought of that warren zevon song that mentions lon chaney and his hair, then thought about trader vics then thought about trader joe's then felt confused between them all, then thought that there should be an authority on things to prevent confusion, someone who would nod and say: yes, that is confusing, but...
i said it was useless.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
trying to post again from email. i think i figured it out. when i send
text messages from my cell phone it posts twice, once in big green letters,
which i assume is an artifact of the verizon msg.