Let's all be comfortable in our yards. Get a tan under the sun, but when it gets too hot, pop up the deck umbrella, we'll sit in the shade and read magazines. Drop crumbs from our coffee cake and nurse a cup of "joe". Wipe our lips and lean back in purest bliss.
Let's all think back. How long did it take? Did you go through college? What was your degree? Did you do well? 4.0 average? At least close? Ha.
What was your first job? Did you work hard at it? I bet you did, you're sitting in that garden now, surveying your domain with pride. Pride well earned, friend, pride well earned. Moved up the corporate ladder fast I'll bet! Took off like a streak, took oppurtunities, took the time, took what you saw in front of you.
And now, after how many hard years?, you sit and relax! Don't stop! you've earned it. Time well earned, friend, time well earned.
You've spent 30+ years of your life clawing at monetary and materialistic gain and you've used it all to furnish and decorate and perfect your little kingdom so you can worry no more.
Until someone from outside comes knocking. As long as they don't tread mud on your floor, they're fine. But if so much of a speck of their dirt gets about they had better watch it: you'll release the hounds so fast they won't know what hit them. No lower class belong in your kingdom. The damned lazy bastards. Trying to live off of your hard-earned joy, your hard-earned pride. Have they no shame? Don't they have any drive to succeed? Any-
No, no, forget it. They are out there and of their own doing: sit back in your palace and relax. There you go:
Ahh, forget all those lonely people.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Deviously Annoying
Well, I finally have gotten a DeviantART account.
Yep...
I could blab on about how I feel now or what I think about DeviantART so far or something, but I care too much about your poor neurons. There's already Emo on the radio to deal with, you don't need some college kid who just likes taking pictures of stuff writing tomes about his inner feelings or insecurities. If you want that, search through blogger or LiveJournal for a bit; I'm sure something will come up satisfying enough for ya.
I'm supposed to be in bed. "Ah but," you say, "you ARE in bed, Mssr!" (you say Mssr. because you are inevitably French. Or you are trying to sound extra cultured. Kudos). Anyway you say I am already in bed and, shock and suprise!, I am. But I was referring to that state of being that when one is in, one says one is "in bed". I was not being literal, silly you!
You take me too seriously!
...
I have every right to be entirely ridiculous like this: it's 5AM and I haven't gotten enough sleep.
Break! I need a break! Give me a break!
*hums the KitKat theme song*
Yep...
I could blab on about how I feel now or what I think about DeviantART so far or something, but I care too much about your poor neurons. There's already Emo on the radio to deal with, you don't need some college kid who just likes taking pictures of stuff writing tomes about his inner feelings or insecurities. If you want that, search through blogger or LiveJournal for a bit; I'm sure something will come up satisfying enough for ya.
I'm supposed to be in bed. "Ah but," you say, "you ARE in bed, Mssr!" (you say Mssr. because you are inevitably French. Or you are trying to sound extra cultured. Kudos). Anyway you say I am already in bed and, shock and suprise!, I am. But I was referring to that state of being that when one is in, one says one is "in bed". I was not being literal, silly you!
You take me too seriously!
...
I have every right to be entirely ridiculous like this: it's 5AM and I haven't gotten enough sleep.
Break! I need a break! Give me a break!
*hums the KitKat theme song*
Sunday, May 22, 2005
40,000 feet
Once again, my meal arrives first and suffers only in that its cookies are aimed at the more health oriented. Touting "6 Granen-Cereals" and "Al het goede van de volle graankorrel."
So the cookies are from Germany and the pizza; a 4 inch monster consisting of mainly crust with a light touch of sauce; centered and encased in cheese; hails directly from the pizza capitol of the wor- well, at least the USA; Chicago.
But she's lying, it's her "seat-side" manner; I know: pizza like this would be afraid to show it's thick and warmthless face anywhere near the great barons of pizzery in Chicago.
At least they aren't out of Coke yet.
Hit me, I almost fell asleep back there watching the icebergs float by as some pop pianist played Träumerei by Schumann.
I would have been watching "A Day on the Planet" or "In Good Company" but it seems only the Japanese get that honor.
And the most interesting pick would definately have to have been "What the Bleep Do We Know?"
But according to the guiding inflight entertainment magazine, no one gets to watch that. They just like taunting us more intellectual and artistic types with brilliant sounding films before going, "Ha ha! Just Kidding! Instead of a 'part documentary, part story, part elaborate series of special effects...film that blurs the lines between traditional film genres...' here's 'Racing Stripes'! And 'The Notebook'! Woo!...Nah we're just kidding again: here's 'About a Boy', you'll love that."
Don't make me have to open this lost-lunch bag and ruin this post.
Yes, I don't have paper readily available, so I improvise.
Although Miss "Real Chicago Pizza!" probably would have gotten me some had I asked nicely. Oh well.
Dammit, my ice is melting.
(see the original writing)
So the cookies are from Germany and the pizza; a 4 inch monster consisting of mainly crust with a light touch of sauce; centered and encased in cheese; hails directly from the pizza capitol of the wor- well, at least the USA; Chicago.
But she's lying, it's her "seat-side" manner; I know: pizza like this would be afraid to show it's thick and warmthless face anywhere near the great barons of pizzery in Chicago.
At least they aren't out of Coke yet.
Hit me, I almost fell asleep back there watching the icebergs float by as some pop pianist played Träumerei by Schumann.
I would have been watching "A Day on the Planet" or "In Good Company" but it seems only the Japanese get that honor.
And the most interesting pick would definately have to have been "What the Bleep Do We Know?"
But according to the guiding inflight entertainment magazine, no one gets to watch that. They just like taunting us more intellectual and artistic types with brilliant sounding films before going, "Ha ha! Just Kidding! Instead of a 'part documentary, part story, part elaborate series of special effects...film that blurs the lines between traditional film genres...' here's 'Racing Stripes'! And 'The Notebook'! Woo!...Nah we're just kidding again: here's 'About a Boy', you'll love that."
Don't make me have to open this lost-lunch bag and ruin this post.
Yes, I don't have paper readily available, so I improvise.
Although Miss "Real Chicago Pizza!" probably would have gotten me some had I asked nicely. Oh well.
Dammit, my ice is melting.
(see the original writing)
Monday, May 16, 2005
For Sale:
18; male; in the 5 foot range, nearer to 6 than not; nice healthy brown hair but unkempt, long and with a beard; brown eyes; not perfect physical condition, has had some wear and tear, has a small gut, not much arm strength; wears bracelets, a wooden cross necklace, sometimes draws on hand, is going to have a tatoo of a cross on left thumb; can play guitar decently, not as much into actual writing of music but is improving in that; writes poetry, rumblings, thoughts, things; has read many books both classical and modern, is reading many books currently, and has a long list of books still planning to be read, reads quickly but in short bursts (like sprinting), loves to read aloud for people; listens to tons of music, prefers things with some sort of musical quality but if it is exiting and/or entertaining then will probably like it, often sings along to get the full force of the feeling; enjoys talking about nearly everything but will not gossip, discusses things until is not confused by it anymore, loves to help people understand things that he believes he understands, tries to please people within limits, prefers people laughing and happy to grave and serious but can handle it, will be open and social with people he has known for a while but can't be like that with strangers so is instead friendly and curteous, fears insulting people; requires some form of physical comfort but doesn't like to be phsyical with people he does feel something for due to correlations between physicality and love in his mind; believes love is the most important thing, the main focus that all should have; has studied basic comparative religions including Buddhism, Judaism, and Muslim, the Roman Empire and why it fell, has made some conclusions about the transition between the last great empire in the West and current Europe, knows a bit of American history, but none of the previous with enough knowledge to have watertight arguments; focuses on the beauty of things and aesthetics; enjoys nature (long walks on the beach and strolls through the woods); above all requires decent social interaction not only for enjoyment but because talking helps to formulate ideas into language; stays up late and sleeps in 'til noon; for further information contact Aaron Altman at fateduel[at]hotmail.com
There you go, you fucking world, what am I worth to you?
Oh really? That much?
Well guess what. You're too fucking late, I've already been boughten.
You can't have me. I don't fucking care if you want me or not.
So you need to back the fuck off from me because:
I belong to God: to Love
So, so much for your "tempting" calls of money and material riches, I'm not interested. You can shove whatever shit you want in my face but I'm not going to pay attention anymore.
So really, for your own sake, try to forget me.
PS: people who live in this world: don't worry; I wasn't talking to you. I was using a literary technique called personification. Fancy, no?
There you go, you fucking world, what am I worth to you?
Oh really? That much?
Well guess what. You're too fucking late, I've already been boughten.
You can't have me. I don't fucking care if you want me or not.
So you need to back the fuck off from me because:
I belong to God: to Love
So, so much for your "tempting" calls of money and material riches, I'm not interested. You can shove whatever shit you want in my face but I'm not going to pay attention anymore.
So really, for your own sake, try to forget me.
PS: people who live in this world: don't worry; I wasn't talking to you. I was using a literary technique called personification. Fancy, no?
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
$3,525.67
And here I thought I was doing this as a colossal waste of time. I thought I was simply blabbing on and on about nothing.
Random thoughts typed out for anyone's interest.
But no, my blog does not simply sit there doing nothing but possibly make people laugh or think; no longer!
Some clever entreprenuer has realised my blog's vast potential for fake money.
Brilliant.
Random thoughts typed out for anyone's interest.
But no, my blog does not simply sit there doing nothing but possibly make people laugh or think; no longer!
Some clever entreprenuer has realised my blog's vast potential for fake money.
Brilliant.
A junk email I recieved
Suley and me, we don't dig the yoga. I know everybody's all about the yoga tape tended to be the belly dancing ones -- hip circles, rib circles -- so maybe that will be belly butter. Inevitably, you will lick it, and it will be belly butter. Cocoa butter tastes nothing like cocoa or butter, by the end of this. Oh, and I got the video recommended by several of you guys have a favorite? Me (holding up orange paint chip): " evilegg says we should paint Suleiman's room this color." Tad (sarcastically): "Oh, well if evilegg says it, then obviously we should do it right away!" Me: "And wyckhurst agrees." Tad: "Oh! Great! Let's let those two make our decisions from now on! Next thing you know, we'll be living in the car and drive there and get one. Of course, that made Tad all proud because "he's so strong." Yeah, and guess what? On vegetarian food, buddy! Suley demanded protein, so he wasn't as grouchy about being disturbed. He's still obviously the handsomest baby in the day so he wasn't as grouchy about being disturbed. He's still obviously the handsomest baby in the car and drive there and get hush puppies and slaw and a pickle I stole from Bill) and suddenly I realized I *had* to have a Swiss Cake Roll and wondering if it was later in the Star-off Machine with the Sneetches!" I just had a big salad with boiled eggs, two kinds of cheese and creamy dressing. Envy us! We went to Babies R Us and looked around, ascertaining one important fact: tape tended to be supermom. My main motivation is pure stinginess. I hear from kitsch_witch sounded great. Then I fled in terror. Add it to the day. He was moving and squirming but not as aggressively as the 12-week ultrasound, probably because it was later in the day so he and I got into the turn lane and signaled right. And, when I went out today, I had to jump in the Star-off Machine with the Sneetches!" I just had a big salad with boiled eggs, two kinds of cheese and creamy dressing. Envy us! We went to Babies R Us and looked around, ascertaining one important fact: We don't plan to shop at Babies R Us. Why? We don't plan to shop at Babies R Us. Why? We don't know. Weird vibe, high prices, stuff we can't imagine wanting or needing. wardrobe - and it shows However, you can show some restraint. You love good deals. Your love of the clearance rack has paid off... You probably have only maxed out card or two, if at all! Are You a today....but none that we will have John Deere garters on all the time. not much going on. met up with mike in wausau today...we hung out...enjoyed the weather...went and saw Dodgeball. it gets a rating of 'meh' from me. although...it does win the Stanley Cup E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial is the top of the times. after dinner mike and i went to see her face, she would lick her toothless mouth when talkign about the hot guys, rub her hands together excitedly....this poor guy with a new thing he learned in class that we could play bingo at the casino...turns out they have it in the best situations. your last entry was greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. i feel sorry for you and brian found something to do! we'll go out next week or something. jmen i put my foot down. he said you have to work and got a big kids meal with a spiderman toy that looks like a sperm cell. i'm going to talk mike into going to be a duck...mike and i went to the top or something and use it to expand the possibilities of summertime laziness. a man came into osco today, told me that marlon brando died, and then did a really great impression of him... safe_risk made me the money if he was going to blow them up...just keep them as a momento of the US charts Cheers , Family Ties , Silver Spoons , and Fame premiere What Happened the Year You Were Born? More cool things for your blog at Blogthings so i wave back... then i realize it was just hot out and play i think i have funny stories from work i just want to know who did it. ....i mean. i liked it a lot) he gave me a brownie'. and he was cooling off.) speaking of symbolic animals....we spent a good half hour...then a helicopter The 'Garden State' soundtrack. Good stuff - to go get eric from work & look for my house key in our car... argh, another concert missed. i better not miss the mum concert on the floor instead... but i came back to work at 7 in the "your message part that you want to vote for her here just put a valid e-mail and write in the near future. hmmmm... it has been a very long time since i really wanted to get a job so that i can think to say that everyone will be a different amount for anyone who works a shift that is looking for a month without being does anyone know someone that is looking for a place to live in a battle of the bands competition and while her music is good enough to win on it's own, you should be nice and vote for her here just put a valid e-mail and write in the "your message part that you want to vote for her song "king pin", which you can listen to here my car is still undrivable right now. i've been waiting for! 36 minutes of wonderful sounds! now i need to fill it relatively soon. i found this scottish website that does age morphing on photos to predict what people might look like after blah amount of years. they have this sample java appelet & alow you to upload your face & alter it to different looks, like "baby", "afro-carribean", & a few plants for him/her, & maybe a rock or two, make some sort of background for the workload, but i came home & the convention. well, i will be making at least two days before it is due. i would have started it then, but i need to be working from noon to midnight, and then i'll be able to take care of bocca & go to work. What Egyptian Deity are you? go to: the quiz! "You're Amun. Amun was known as the hiding god, sometimes to the lack of responses to my math so that i missed the mice parade concert on the floor instead... but i have fought back nearly all of the hair that once invaded my face. but i do not know how much longer my forces can keep it at bay... on a completly different subject, which some people will not care about, alex has finally completed an entire anime series on dvd. i speak of course of NieA_7, which is wonderful, even though nothing really happens... i also found out/remembered that i share with two others tim & shareef and i'm pretty sure i mispelled his name. well, it's now midnight & i have to purchase an album to make up for it... that's all that goes on at the copyroom, which i'm overjoyed about: "Suffice to say that everyone will be making at least $7/hour or more. The weekend differential will no doubt be very useful and i'll be back to the does anyone know someone that is looking for a month without being broke. night snack and a nick at night cosby show marathon. sadly it seems that japanese is full, i probably won't be able to take care of bocca & go to work. What Egyptian Deity are you? go to: the quiz! "You're Amun. Amun was known as the hiding god, sometimes to the point of being considered invisible. While you might have your talents, you prefer to keep them to yourself. You created yourself, and you remain scared... sort of... i finally got to see the royal tenenbaums! what a wonderful movie. i've got internet access at home... yeehaw. hmmmm... i was about to write about my trip last month to a-kon in dallas, which i found boring and somewhat scary, but that's just about all i can get more. tomorrow i plan on calling to find out about that job as a video editor. *yawn* i am too tired to sew pants... my cat is knocking stuff off my counter space. she is hyper, i am tired, hear me snore. hola, i have fought back nearly all of the hair that once invaded my face. but i might look really strange doing that... i was bored. and now i'm going to drive down to college station to pick up my friend rick & in return i get miyazaki films. this is good. i only
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This delights me in so many ways.
I will give cookies to whoever can decipher it by correctly reorganizing it into coherant thoughts.
(I'm serious)
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This delights me in so many ways.
I will give cookies to whoever can decipher it by correctly reorganizing it into coherant thoughts.
(I'm serious)
Sunday, April 24, 2005
all is fair
I have realised recently that I don't breathe right. I take tiny, bated breaths and wait for my brain to hurt from lack of oxygen before my instinctual survival programming kicks in and I take heavy and deep sighs to compensate. My chest's pressure goes down too low and it hurts. The cage will lose its structural integrity and collapse in on itself, crushing my poor heart in the process. And the blood will never stop flowing.
I heard you had a sense of humor, but it's not funny God, stop laughing.
I heard you had a sense of humor, but it's not funny God, stop laughing.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
>.<
there is no silence says:
congragulate me i finally managed to get myself to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
there is no silence says:
and, fancy that, it makes 3rd on my prestigious list of favorite movies
there is no silence says:
Im actually tempted to move it higher on the list, bumping Amelie and even High Fidelity down but thats such a shocking and dramatic response that it makes me uneasy so i'll leave it at the much more reasonable "3rd place"
there is no silence says:
but yea...it was good...
there is no silence says:
haunting is my one word to describe it
there is no silence says:
for about an hour afterward my mind was so blank and shocked and...i dont quite know how to describe it, but anyway, it was so whatever it was that i went outside in the hopes of climbing a tree and just sitting for the rest of the day
there is no silence says:
unfortunately the trees were all barren, and those that werent are simply not for climbing
there is no silence says:
so i wandered around the campus trying to find somewhere peaceful and separate but there simply isnt anything to beat a tree
there is no silence says:
although a rooftop would have done ok, and i found one, then attempted to climb up top of it
there is no silence says:
but as i stepped carefully on the metal/tin shed roof it cracked slightly so after less than an instant's consideration I got back off
there is no silence says:
and right as i had someone walked past, so the area wasnt really removed enough
there is no silence says:
i had to settle for the student center where i spent the rest of the time up until about 6 staring off into space trying to remember anything
there is no silence says:
but limiting myself to only pictures, no words
there is no silence says:
its not as easy an exercise as one might think
there is no silence says:
for the most part i invent images in my head when i "remember" something because I'm really mainly text based. Pictures that float by are actually reproductions, interpretations, they simply happen to be very near correct.
there is no silence says:
this time however, after a few failed attempts, i managed to actually *see* in memorium little stolen scenes from my room
there is no silence says:
my old room i mean, the one that i havent seen since freshman year, where my dad used to live
there is no silence says:
and it shocked me so much I cried and then lost the moment, being quite unable to reproduce the effect afterwards
there is no silence says:
morale of the story: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is good
there is no silence says:
alternate (and albiet more interesting) morale: remembering clear images of the past is painful but in an odd nostalgic way
there is no silence says:
...those should both be "moral"
congragulate me i finally managed to get myself to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
there is no silence says:
and, fancy that, it makes 3rd on my prestigious list of favorite movies
there is no silence says:
Im actually tempted to move it higher on the list, bumping Amelie and even High Fidelity down but thats such a shocking and dramatic response that it makes me uneasy so i'll leave it at the much more reasonable "3rd place"
there is no silence says:
but yea...it was good...
there is no silence says:
haunting is my one word to describe it
there is no silence says:
for about an hour afterward my mind was so blank and shocked and...i dont quite know how to describe it, but anyway, it was so whatever it was that i went outside in the hopes of climbing a tree and just sitting for the rest of the day
there is no silence says:
unfortunately the trees were all barren, and those that werent are simply not for climbing
there is no silence says:
so i wandered around the campus trying to find somewhere peaceful and separate but there simply isnt anything to beat a tree
there is no silence says:
although a rooftop would have done ok, and i found one, then attempted to climb up top of it
there is no silence says:
but as i stepped carefully on the metal/tin shed roof it cracked slightly so after less than an instant's consideration I got back off
there is no silence says:
and right as i had someone walked past, so the area wasnt really removed enough
there is no silence says:
i had to settle for the student center where i spent the rest of the time up until about 6 staring off into space trying to remember anything
there is no silence says:
but limiting myself to only pictures, no words
there is no silence says:
its not as easy an exercise as one might think
there is no silence says:
for the most part i invent images in my head when i "remember" something because I'm really mainly text based. Pictures that float by are actually reproductions, interpretations, they simply happen to be very near correct.
there is no silence says:
this time however, after a few failed attempts, i managed to actually *see* in memorium little stolen scenes from my room
there is no silence says:
my old room i mean, the one that i havent seen since freshman year, where my dad used to live
there is no silence says:
and it shocked me so much I cried and then lost the moment, being quite unable to reproduce the effect afterwards
there is no silence says:
morale of the story: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is good
there is no silence says:
alternate (and albiet more interesting) morale: remembering clear images of the past is painful but in an odd nostalgic way
there is no silence says:
...those should both be "moral"
Saturday, April 02, 2005
fo shizzle
This has to be one of the funniest things I've seen.
Gizoogle - Fo all you beotches who anna find shiznit
And this is what the site does.
Gizoogle - Fo all you beotches who anna find shiznit
And this is what the site does.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Me = officially traveled out
Ok, it's been long enough for you all to be going through withdrawl symptoms from my blessed words. I should probably write another post.
And aren't you lucky, it won't be about nothing!
I just had the luxury of Spring Break pass me by in 10 days, 10 hectic at first, later relaxing days.
Morroco is not like Europe. First theres the big thing of it not being in Europe. That's a start. Eerily enough, French was spoken quite readily there. And it was that dichotomy that plagued my mind for the first half of my spring break trip.
v v *insert relative picture here* v v
We wound our way through the streets, or alleyways if you prefer much more accurate description; alleyways so thick with vendors of cheap and useless crap that you couldn't breathe.
Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to imply that Morroco was filled with cheap and useless crap or that Morroco in anyway is cheap or useless. But it occured to me sometime after the "ninja henna artist" of the main square branded my hand with a scorpion against my will and demanded payment from first me then (after I lied about the contents of my wallet) my friend, that tourism is a vicious creature.
After I first realised that the woman was simply poor and needed money, my orange burning scorpion of anger became the orange burning scorpion of shame. And what better place to have it than on the back of my hand.
Perfect. (ps: it has since faded away)
Anyway, after the shame of myself set in for not having helped a poor, fellow human being I became ashamed of my company and our purposes for being in Morroco. To what? To "visit"? This led to me realising that our tourism was making the situation worse and flooding these markets with the cheap and useless crap that I was despising.
And then I started thinking about America and what it was doing in the Middle East and it went downhill from there.
But I refuse to get political right now.
We also saw a lovely 14th century university and I snagged a couple of nice pictures (at least I thought so)
^ ^ (this one is actually from a nearby museum) ^ ^
Saturday we took a 2 and a half hour taxi ride up into the mountains. At least I say they were mountains. Apparently my midwest mind makes anything that stretches up over the horizon a mountain.
Anyway, we ejected ourselves from the car to stumble about in the dirt and grassy fields, following a non-talkative guide down to the side of a sheer drop-off. The upshot was that there happened to be a river that had the same guide. Lovely scenery to be sure but the thing that grabbed me most was my usual deep and unstoppable urge to jump into the water miles below my feet. Don't ask me why, I'm not suicidal although it would most likely have been suicide. I really need to supress the urge by going skydiving. Did I say supress? I meant impress.
Yeah I know that wasn't funny, but do you think I care? Who's the one writing this shit?? ME! BACK OFF!
*ahem*
Anyway, we then were tricked into paying a shite-load for a crappy meal and took another 2 and a half hour ride back into the smog-den that was Merrakesh. I have to take a second and salute our taxi driver at being incredibly patient (one of our party had a coughing fit lasting the entire trip), incredibly nice (he stopped at a town and suggested she get water), and incredibly self-sacrificing (upon our arrival in Merrakesh we stopped at a Morrocan roundabout [read: a big open space that cars randomly drive through] where he met what I assumed to be his family. I assume such because he picked up and hugged the little boy that ran at him and kissed the woman holding the hand of the little girl. Or maybe I'm making that up; is public kissing allowed in Islam? Anyway, I gathered from hand gestures, mood, facial expression, and tone of voice that they wanted him to go do something with them but he had to finish working, meaning finish helping us [yeah, I know, that's a lot to gather from hand gestures, mood, etc. but what can I say? I'm brilliant]. And then he even took us to the train station which was added on after he was supposed to have been done with us).
Serious props, dude.
Anyway, the train took us to Tangiers where we caught a ferry across the fabled Straights of Gibralter. The weather sucked.
Spain's weather did not, thankfully. The last 4 or 5 days (I forget!) were spent mainly in playing cards (with a deck that only had 48 cards and had "clubs, coins, swords, and cups" for suits), swimming in the warm pool / freezing beach, and lazing about as good springbreakers should.
And then a lovely trip back to Heathrow complete with flight delays, cancellations, subsequent face-eating, and lost luggage completed the journey.
Don't worry, I got the luggage back the next day.
And everything has returned to normalcy, ugh.
I can't wait to get home.
And aren't you lucky, it won't be about nothing!
I just had the luxury of Spring Break pass me by in 10 days, 10 hectic at first, later relaxing days.
Morroco is not like Europe. First theres the big thing of it not being in Europe. That's a start. Eerily enough, French was spoken quite readily there. And it was that dichotomy that plagued my mind for the first half of my spring break trip.
v v *insert relative picture here* v v
We wound our way through the streets, or alleyways if you prefer much more accurate description; alleyways so thick with vendors of cheap and useless crap that you couldn't breathe.
Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to imply that Morroco was filled with cheap and useless crap or that Morroco in anyway is cheap or useless. But it occured to me sometime after the "ninja henna artist" of the main square branded my hand with a scorpion against my will and demanded payment from first me then (after I lied about the contents of my wallet) my friend, that tourism is a vicious creature.
After I first realised that the woman was simply poor and needed money, my orange burning scorpion of anger became the orange burning scorpion of shame. And what better place to have it than on the back of my hand.
Perfect. (ps: it has since faded away)
Anyway, after the shame of myself set in for not having helped a poor, fellow human being I became ashamed of my company and our purposes for being in Morroco. To what? To "visit"? This led to me realising that our tourism was making the situation worse and flooding these markets with the cheap and useless crap that I was despising.
And then I started thinking about America and what it was doing in the Middle East and it went downhill from there.
But I refuse to get political right now.
We also saw a lovely 14th century university and I snagged a couple of nice pictures (at least I thought so)
^ ^ (this one is actually from a nearby museum) ^ ^
Saturday we took a 2 and a half hour taxi ride up into the mountains. At least I say they were mountains. Apparently my midwest mind makes anything that stretches up over the horizon a mountain.
Anyway, we ejected ourselves from the car to stumble about in the dirt and grassy fields, following a non-talkative guide down to the side of a sheer drop-off. The upshot was that there happened to be a river that had the same guide. Lovely scenery to be sure but the thing that grabbed me most was my usual deep and unstoppable urge to jump into the water miles below my feet. Don't ask me why, I'm not suicidal although it would most likely have been suicide. I really need to supress the urge by going skydiving. Did I say supress? I meant impress.
Yeah I know that wasn't funny, but do you think I care? Who's the one writing this shit?? ME! BACK OFF!
*ahem*
Anyway, we then were tricked into paying a shite-load for a crappy meal and took another 2 and a half hour ride back into the smog-den that was Merrakesh. I have to take a second and salute our taxi driver at being incredibly patient (one of our party had a coughing fit lasting the entire trip), incredibly nice (he stopped at a town and suggested she get water), and incredibly self-sacrificing (upon our arrival in Merrakesh we stopped at a Morrocan roundabout [read: a big open space that cars randomly drive through] where he met what I assumed to be his family. I assume such because he picked up and hugged the little boy that ran at him and kissed the woman holding the hand of the little girl. Or maybe I'm making that up; is public kissing allowed in Islam? Anyway, I gathered from hand gestures, mood, facial expression, and tone of voice that they wanted him to go do something with them but he had to finish working, meaning finish helping us [yeah, I know, that's a lot to gather from hand gestures, mood, etc. but what can I say? I'm brilliant]. And then he even took us to the train station which was added on after he was supposed to have been done with us).
Serious props, dude.
Anyway, the train took us to Tangiers where we caught a ferry across the fabled Straights of Gibralter. The weather sucked.
Spain's weather did not, thankfully. The last 4 or 5 days (I forget!) were spent mainly in playing cards (with a deck that only had 48 cards and had "clubs, coins, swords, and cups" for suits), swimming in the warm pool / freezing beach, and lazing about as good springbreakers should.
And then a lovely trip back to Heathrow complete with flight delays, cancellations, subsequent face-eating, and lost luggage completed the journey.
Don't worry, I got the luggage back the next day.
And everything has returned to normalcy, ugh.
I can't wait to get home.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
ist alles doof
doof says: (me)
guten tag
Mellow says: (a friend)
ja ist gut
doof says:
lol do you know german?
Mellow says:
not enough to survive
Mellow says:
but enough to make people who dont think i do
After this last weekend I can't understand for the life of me why anyone would want to eat a frankfurter. They were all very pleasant people, some of the nicest we've met on our trips into the main continent.
It is frigid here, I will assert, but our trip to Frankfurt proved that England has wussy winters. And while it wasn't the worst snow I've seen having been born and lived in and around the Chicago area my entire life up until this last year, it was freezing cold. Maybe all this time spent with England's cold-but-moist weather has thawed my bones somewhat and taken some of my resiliance away.
Regardless, we truged through snow and cold to peruse stolen goods in an open air market, to little cafes reminiscent of Italy for the warmth of coffee (and paninis), to our hostel which lied about its appearance, choosing to use a picture of the Frankfurt government building as it's facade.
Our best meal, not only in taste but in substance, was in the little town nearby Weisbaden that Rali aged from 5 to 6 in. Some Italian place that she used to eat at in those year(s). Creamy broccolli soup and caprese pizza and tiramisu that puts the Chicago norm to shame.
Ok, it's official now. Italy is my favorite country.
I see your skeptical looks...ok, ok, at least favorite European country...
And finally, at the airport was a popcorn machine that, when paid, would play the techno song "Popcorn". But what would make it delightfully funny to me is if the song "Popcorn" was written by taking the well-known popcorn machine jingle and adding a beat to it.
It just seems like a techno thing to do.
(see Mashed Taters for an example)
If anyone has knowledge on the subject it would be appreciated.
But who would that be?
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
it's an activity!
1. Think of a word you would use to describe me.
2. Go to Google Image Search and search for that word.
3. Select the picture you see as most fitting, and leave a comment with the link.
This should be fun...
An excerpt of conversation
thinking, that's all says:(me)
hello
Boryca says: (my friend)
where did you come from?
thinking, that's all says:
i came from the deep and dark places of your MIND *points to your head eerily*
thinking, that's all says:
i emerged quietly from an abandoned puddle of coke left from an intense fight between two middle school friends, started by a slight disagreement of a show on FOX kids 's worth and spurred on by both's insistance on calling the other a wussy
thinking, that's all says:
i slipped out from behind a tree you were staring at just as soon as you looked the other way, like it always happens in your nightmares
thinking, that's all says:
i fell from the sky
thinking, that's all says:
need i go on?
thinking, that's all says:
or have you already come to the conclusion you are bound to come to
thinking, that's all says:
will you ask the question now at the tip of our tongue?
thinking, that's all says:
"what, out of all manner of things, are you smoking?"
thinking, that's all says:
and will you believe me when I swear that I have not been inhaling any smoke from burning objects recently and that I am really only in a weird mood? Or will you reject my claims??
thinking, that's all says:
Will you???
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Run!! It's pink!!
Merry Day-After-Valentine's Day to all!
And to all...a good night!!
Or, no that's Christmas, my mistake.
Speaking of Valentine's Day, our banquet sure was a gyp. Making us skip dinner so we could starve for another hour and a half to be "satisfied" with...
Poop. Served with pasta.
And you know how when something tastes like poop you drink more to make up for it? The drink was poop too. It tasted like, as Rali and Avi put it, a certain cough syrup.
And to top it all off we had a Frank Sinatra impersonator of sorts crooning away.
"Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars"
If only, sir. If only.
But did all these tiny inconviences stop us friends from having a "rip-roarin'" good time?
Oh wait, yeah. Yeah, it pretty much did. Kinda lame.
"But Valentine's Day is for suckers! It's really just a corporate scam! Why would you want to have fun on a day like that?"
*sigh*
But anyway, for those who hate Valentine's Day:
For those who like Valentine's Day (and are not single):
What about the single people who like Valentine's Day, you ask?
What words of wisdom do I have to impart to them?
...Um...just keep waiting?...um...
I can't think of anything clever or interesting for those poor few, besides that it would seem to be a sort of masochism (not the sexual kind people, get your minds out of the gutter! By the by, why is the sexual kind the first on the dictionary list of definitions? People these days, sheesh).
Well, that's all.
It's an hour until dinner, I have to go shower!
Ta ta.
And to all...a good night!!
Or, no that's Christmas, my mistake.
Speaking of Valentine's Day, our banquet sure was a gyp. Making us skip dinner so we could starve for another hour and a half to be "satisfied" with...
Poop. Served with pasta.
And you know how when something tastes like poop you drink more to make up for it? The drink was poop too. It tasted like, as Rali and Avi put it, a certain cough syrup.
And to top it all off we had a Frank Sinatra impersonator of sorts crooning away.
"Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars"
If only, sir. If only.
But did all these tiny inconviences stop us friends from having a "rip-roarin'" good time?
Oh wait, yeah. Yeah, it pretty much did. Kinda lame.
"But Valentine's Day is for suckers! It's really just a corporate scam! Why would you want to have fun on a day like that?"
*sigh*
But anyway, for those who hate Valentine's Day:
- Be happy because you have an entire year to wait before another one!
For those who like Valentine's Day (and are not single):
- Spend time with your loved one(s) today too! Nothing shows true love like not letting corporation-invented dates schedule your events for you.
What about the single people who like Valentine's Day, you ask?
What words of wisdom do I have to impart to them?
...Um...just keep waiting?...um...
I can't think of anything clever or interesting for those poor few, besides that it would seem to be a sort of masochism (not the sexual kind people, get your minds out of the gutter! By the by, why is the sexual kind the first on the dictionary list of definitions? People these days, sheesh).
Well, that's all.
It's an hour until dinner, I have to go shower!
Ta ta.
Friday, February 11, 2005
I'm on my way...
...to becoming a rock star.
We went to Reading today and guess what I bought?
Shoes! Black converse high tops. They're great although I think I'm going to get different laces for them. Like black ones or checkered ones or something.
Well, anyway, after that I went over to the Virgin Megastore to listen to some bands that I have on my list of "music to look into". I was only on the first cd, thinking to myself, "I should buy this," when one of the store attendants comes up to me and taps me on the shoulder.
I think, "What? It's only 5 o'clock, they can't be closing," but no, he tells me that the building next door is on fire and they are evacuating this one.
And sure enough we go outside and there's a fire engine or two, police blocking off the road, and a thick plume of dark smoke billowing from the neighboring building, burning embers everyonce in awhile floating into view.
Rather an impressive sight, I only hope no one was killed.
I didn't see any flames, the part that was actually on fire was in the middle of block.
Although I wonder how the fire fighters can put it out from the street when its a 3 storey building and its in the back of it...
Well anyway, it was interesting but my pants were falling off so I had to go get a belt.
Then we ate at this place called Pitcher and Piano and they had this really good sounding burger thing. Of course, not a real meat burger it was made of mozerella and olive, which sounded really good but unfortunately my dreams of gooey goodness were shot down by the waitress who announced that they didnt have it anymore. So I settled for a much less satisfying "mushroom soup in wheat breadbowl".
*sigh*
Although the pub is redeemed in my mind by the cheese sampler dish we had.
Fried goat cheese, bree, and mozerella mmmmmm.
I can not describe how good that was.
And that was it.
A simple trip, Avi got a "dress" for the party that looks more like a shirt. She's going to wear fishnets under it. Me and Rali think she should get similar colored solid tights to wear mid thigh, because you'd be able to see a little bit of leg and yet it'd be covered by the bottom sheen bit of the "dress". We think it'd be rather cute.
And that was it (I've said this twice...)
Oh! No, it wasn't. For all I say about England's prices being insanely steep (and they are) they were selling Nirvana's "Nevermind" for 4.99 sterling!
That's $10! A good deal even for America.
Unfortunately, due to the fire, that and my other prospective purchase were left to gather dust on the shelves.
...
and that was it.
...
We went to Reading today and guess what I bought?
Shoes! Black converse high tops. They're great although I think I'm going to get different laces for them. Like black ones or checkered ones or something.
Well, anyway, after that I went over to the Virgin Megastore to listen to some bands that I have on my list of "music to look into". I was only on the first cd, thinking to myself, "I should buy this," when one of the store attendants comes up to me and taps me on the shoulder.
I think, "What? It's only 5 o'clock, they can't be closing," but no, he tells me that the building next door is on fire and they are evacuating this one.
And sure enough we go outside and there's a fire engine or two, police blocking off the road, and a thick plume of dark smoke billowing from the neighboring building, burning embers everyonce in awhile floating into view.
Rather an impressive sight, I only hope no one was killed.
I didn't see any flames, the part that was actually on fire was in the middle of block.
Although I wonder how the fire fighters can put it out from the street when its a 3 storey building and its in the back of it...
Well anyway, it was interesting but my pants were falling off so I had to go get a belt.
Then we ate at this place called Pitcher and Piano and they had this really good sounding burger thing. Of course, not a real meat burger it was made of mozerella and olive, which sounded really good but unfortunately my dreams of gooey goodness were shot down by the waitress who announced that they didnt have it anymore. So I settled for a much less satisfying "mushroom soup in wheat breadbowl".
*sigh*
Although the pub is redeemed in my mind by the cheese sampler dish we had.
Fried goat cheese, bree, and mozerella mmmmmm.
I can not describe how good that was.
And that was it.
A simple trip, Avi got a "dress" for the party that looks more like a shirt. She's going to wear fishnets under it. Me and Rali think she should get similar colored solid tights to wear mid thigh, because you'd be able to see a little bit of leg and yet it'd be covered by the bottom sheen bit of the "dress". We think it'd be rather cute.
And that was it (I've said this twice...)
Oh! No, it wasn't. For all I say about England's prices being insanely steep (and they are) they were selling Nirvana's "Nevermind" for 4.99 sterling!
That's $10! A good deal even for America.
Unfortunately, due to the fire, that and my other prospective purchase were left to gather dust on the shelves.
...
and that was it.
...
Monday, January 31, 2005
It begins!
I need a haircut, and before you start making snide remarks about me and haircuts, I'm not that stubborn as to let it simply grow to my waist. I have a look I'm going for, it's just that no one really sees it.
Also, I'm playing with different ways of tieing my scarf up, because just hanging there seems a bit lazy looking, which isnt the idea.
But anyway, classes have officially "begun" in my book. Now I know that this really happened Tuesday of last week, the first and even second meets of most classes are rather pointless and wasteful of time.
Besides, I only just now have my scedule comepletely worked out. It's a good thing those first couple meetings are rather pointless and wasteful of time or everyone who wanted to slightly mess around with their schedule would have a hard time adjusting to the new class.
But anyway, my new and hopefully completed schedule is as follows:
And that's it. Let's give them all a hand, I'm sure they'll stand up to my random criticism and complaints.
In other news, Widge stops being a dick and learns some HTML! Uses it in his post!
Also, hair from a beard was trimmed this morning, care to guess whose?
Alright, alright, enough of you.
I'm out of here.
Also, I'm playing with different ways of tieing my scarf up, because just hanging there seems a bit lazy looking, which isnt the idea.
But anyway, classes have officially "begun" in my book. Now I know that this really happened Tuesday of last week, the first and even second meets of most classes are rather pointless and wasteful of time.
Besides, I only just now have my scedule comepletely worked out. It's a good thing those first couple meetings are rather pointless and wasteful of time or everyone who wanted to slightly mess around with their schedule would have a hard time adjusting to the new class.
But anyway, my new and hopefully completed schedule is as follows:
- English Composition II taken in secret via loophole as arranged by my tutor. I'm really taking an "independent" writing course. I am independently taking Comp II. Just grand.
- Civilisation and Ideas II which should be better this semester than last, not only because there is maybe a fourth the amount of students but also because there are only two essays due and whichever is done worse on is dropped.
- Studies in Literature: Tolkien and Lewis which is, as it implies, a study of J.R.R Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. Both christian writers, both renowned creators of fantastical worlds, and both have initials for their first and middle names.
- Creative Writing a 400 level class that I fear will be the death of me with 300 words of poetry, 1000 words of short story, and 1500 words of drama due. Ah well, it'll be good for me to realise how crappy a writer I really am. Criticism makes you better!
- Film Evaluation which I haven't taken yet, I only just signed up for it today to take the place of the abandoned "Religion and Ethics" class, dropped like a hot solanum tuberosum after the first period. Although strikingly interesting and valuable topics, I would only have been extremely frustrated with people all too ready to take everything personally.
and finally...
As for the film class, they've just watched Gattaca, they're watching Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon tomorrow, and too many more awesome movies are on the schedule.
And that's it. Let's give them all a hand, I'm sure they'll stand up to my random criticism and complaints.
In other news, Widge stops being a dick and learns some HTML! Uses it in his post!
Also, hair from a beard was trimmed this morning, care to guess whose?
Alright, alright, enough of you.
I'm out of here.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Newness
There are 3 new poems up at Penny For My Thoughts, two of which are actually old ones that I thought I had already put on the site. Turns out I didn't. The other one is new, just kinda popped off as I was listening to a song.
And now, a new thing to waste your time with!
What's that?
I'm turning into Rali?
You shush!
I can have as many blogs as I want!
Bah!
Anyway, here is the latest installment of random crap from my insane mind.
Working
Ya, I know the title isn't that great, but I haven't had enough time to think of a better one.
So that one will probably become the actual title, just like what happened to this blog...
Well anyway, I'm off to shower, read, eat, any of the above.
And now, a new thing to waste your time with!
What's that?
I'm turning into Rali?
You shush!
I can have as many blogs as I want!
Bah!
Anyway, here is the latest installment of random crap from my insane mind.
Working
Ya, I know the title isn't that great, but I haven't had enough time to think of a better one.
So that one will probably become the actual title, just like what happened to this blog...
Well anyway, I'm off to shower, read, eat, any of the above.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Update!
An update!
And update I say!
Well, I have essentialy moved back into my dorm room, with space for my new laptop to fit on my desk with new ethernet cable hooked into the wall giving me (finally!) connection in the comfort of my living space!
How marvelous.
Anyway, Paris was great and I may explain more if I feel up to it later but for now be content with the fact that I was pleased with my visit.
Ah, but now what must be said.
If you pay attention to the site then you may have noticed that Les Miserables is finally not the book I am currently reading.
Yes, I have finished the monster. It may have taken me a year or so but it's done.
But before any of it had time to simmer in my brain, the very next day after finishing it in fact, I stumbled delightfully onto a new book.
As I wandered aimlessly through Heathrow, trying to spend the 3 or so hours I had left to waste before my flight to Paris I happened upon a book entitled, The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger (Which is a strange name with reference to both author and title).
Today I put the book down, waiting for my flight back to Heathrow.
The plot is essentially about a girl who meets her future husband when she is 6 and he is 36 but they were married when she was 22 and he was 30, due to a genetic disorder the guy has which sends him back to random times throughout his life.
I finished it in a week and it has already become near to being my favorite book, right up there with the Ender Series.
This is a prestigious position so I highly recommend it
Anyway, that be all.
Tirement overwhelms me.
And plus I need to install MSN Messenger.
And update I say!
Well, I have essentialy moved back into my dorm room, with space for my new laptop to fit on my desk with new ethernet cable hooked into the wall giving me (finally!) connection in the comfort of my living space!
How marvelous.
Anyway, Paris was great and I may explain more if I feel up to it later but for now be content with the fact that I was pleased with my visit.
Ah, but now what must be said.
If you pay attention to the site then you may have noticed that Les Miserables is finally not the book I am currently reading.
Yes, I have finished the monster. It may have taken me a year or so but it's done.
But before any of it had time to simmer in my brain, the very next day after finishing it in fact, I stumbled delightfully onto a new book.
As I wandered aimlessly through Heathrow, trying to spend the 3 or so hours I had left to waste before my flight to Paris I happened upon a book entitled, The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger (Which is a strange name with reference to both author and title).
Today I put the book down, waiting for my flight back to Heathrow.
The plot is essentially about a girl who meets her future husband when she is 6 and he is 36 but they were married when she was 22 and he was 30, due to a genetic disorder the guy has which sends him back to random times throughout his life.
I finished it in a week and it has already become near to being my favorite book, right up there with the Ender Series.
This is a prestigious position so I highly recommend it
Anyway, that be all.
Tirement overwhelms me.
And plus I need to install MSN Messenger.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Paris? Wha?
Hi everybody!
(Hi Doctor Nick!)
I'm writing to you all from Paris (pronounce that Pah-ree and it sounds better) in a little internet cafe, anticipating ice-cream fondue that caught our attention as we passed the Hagendaz (that's surely not the correct spelling...) after leaving the Italian food restaurant that we dined at.
My friend had torellini which she unrightly assumed would be simple cheese filled, but turned out to be complex cheese-and-pink-colored-oddity filled.
We've had a good time so far, but Paris is beginning to get on my nerves and I find myself more often than not (or is that naught?) wanting to be home or, at least, in Chicago rather than trapesing all over Europe.
Ah well, c'est la vie.
At least, that's what they say around here. (or is that Italian?)
Until next time then,
au revoir.
(Hi Doctor Nick!)
I'm writing to you all from Paris (pronounce that Pah-ree and it sounds better) in a little internet cafe, anticipating ice-cream fondue that caught our attention as we passed the Hagendaz (that's surely not the correct spelling...) after leaving the Italian food restaurant that we dined at.
My friend had torellini which she unrightly assumed would be simple cheese filled, but turned out to be complex cheese-and-pink-colored-oddity filled.
We've had a good time so far, but Paris is beginning to get on my nerves and I find myself more often than not (or is that naught?) wanting to be home or, at least, in Chicago rather than trapesing all over Europe.
Ah well, c'est la vie.
At least, that's what they say around here. (or is that Italian?)
Until next time then,
au revoir.
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