10.29.2004
dum yinny ha-ha!
you guys sucked in regards to coming up with writing suggestions. just thought you should know.
the red sox blew me away these past two weeks. i'm not gonna lie - i thought they were done after game three of the alcs. watching that game in apartment with yankee fans made me embarrassed. i actually wanted to turn it off and watch a movie instead, but i was overruled. jeepers, what an amazing turnaround. i am so happy for those dudes. they seem like a group of guys who genuinely enjoy playing the game together.
now i can get the haircut i so desperately need without fear!
today i heard from tuna boy that grady was laid off. i'm stunned. he has a wife and two kids who depend on him. he was a good worker. i get so mad just thinking about this. i don't even know how to contact him and offer my condolences. i sure hope he lands on his feet quickly.
i swear i've heard the ice cream truck and its "come-and-get-it-i'm-the-ice-cream-truck!" song more since i moved to new york than i ever did when i was a wee little dude. they sure do love their ice cream down here. also, long island seems to be halloween decorated living space central. i swear to god - it's like christmas. these people go all out. i should take pictures.
i think i'm gonna work on returning my handwriting to its mid 90's awesomeness of a form. i've got nothing better to do with my time, that's for sure.
the new elliott smith album is heartbreakingly good. as a long time fan, i anticipated this album for years and it doesn't disappoint. i just wish the circumstances were different. i never saw him when i had the chance and i'll never have the chance again. that makes me sad. the songs make me even sadder.
opened up cubase this week for the first time since i got my camera. i guess i was inspired by mark's new musical endeavor and what we heard from brett over the vermont weekend. i can't stress enough how impressed i was with brett's latest stuff. i've always been a fan of his, but he's improved by leaps and bounds since the last time i heard him.
i really miss playing music with other people. like, reallyreally, dude.
i haven't been able to write in months. stupid camera.
you guys sucked in regards to coming up with writing suggestions. just thought you should know.
the red sox blew me away these past two weeks. i'm not gonna lie - i thought they were done after game three of the alcs. watching that game in apartment with yankee fans made me embarrassed. i actually wanted to turn it off and watch a movie instead, but i was overruled. jeepers, what an amazing turnaround. i am so happy for those dudes. they seem like a group of guys who genuinely enjoy playing the game together.
now i can get the haircut i so desperately need without fear!
today i heard from tuna boy that grady was laid off. i'm stunned. he has a wife and two kids who depend on him. he was a good worker. i get so mad just thinking about this. i don't even know how to contact him and offer my condolences. i sure hope he lands on his feet quickly.
i swear i've heard the ice cream truck and its "come-and-get-it-i'm-the-ice-cream-truck!" song more since i moved to new york than i ever did when i was a wee little dude. they sure do love their ice cream down here. also, long island seems to be halloween decorated living space central. i swear to god - it's like christmas. these people go all out. i should take pictures.
i think i'm gonna work on returning my handwriting to its mid 90's awesomeness of a form. i've got nothing better to do with my time, that's for sure.
the new elliott smith album is heartbreakingly good. as a long time fan, i anticipated this album for years and it doesn't disappoint. i just wish the circumstances were different. i never saw him when i had the chance and i'll never have the chance again. that makes me sad. the songs make me even sadder.
opened up cubase this week for the first time since i got my camera. i guess i was inspired by mark's new musical endeavor and what we heard from brett over the vermont weekend. i can't stress enough how impressed i was with brett's latest stuff. i've always been a fan of his, but he's improved by leaps and bounds since the last time i heard him.
i really miss playing music with other people. like, reallyreally, dude.
i haven't been able to write in months. stupid camera.
10.19.2004
help
i want to do some writing but i can't get started. so i've decided to take suggestions for topics. that's where you factor. please suggest stuff about which i may try to write.
if this works, i will be indebted to you for weeks!
thanks.
i want to do some writing but i can't get started. so i've decided to take suggestions for topics. that's where you factor. please suggest stuff about which i may try to write.
if this works, i will be indebted to you for weeks!
thanks.
10.15.2004
silver-plated
I remember being in line at the hardware store my dad used to frequent back in the 80's. He loved visiting the hardware store before the horrible accident that claimed his left knee and his sense of direction. I found myself, some 15 or so years later, standing in his favorite hardware store waiting my turn to pay for my merchandise. On this day, a shiny yet unquestionably durable silver-plated hoe was the merchandise.
*Why am I wearing a scarf indoors?*
*Because I am cold, Idiot.*
I spent a lot of time admiring the people who came up with the idea of silver-plating a hoe as I stood in line. Just as I decided I would have to locate these people and somehow show them my appreciation, I was tapped on my lower back. When I turned around, I didn't see the tiny old man until I looked down. The look on his face showed impatience. I was confused by this as, to my knowledge, he had only tapped me once before I reacted to the tap. Before I could say anything to him, he spoke.
"If I don't tell someone my story soon, I think I might be forced to buy some new Filas, find a brickwall, and run as fast as those Filas will allow me to run headfirst into the wall. So, spare me the I'm-in-a-hurry-shit, pay for your silver hoe, and come with me."
*I feel kind of sicky queasy right now*
*I don't thick listening to this glitchy, stop and go hip hop while wearing a scarf indoors is helping matters much*
As you might imagine, I felt I had no choice but to do whatever this tiny, old man asked of me. I payed the $345.69 (including tax) for the silver-plated hoe and left my father's favorite hardware store, followingthe little man. I followed him until he stopped at the foot of a statue of what appeared to be Ace Ventura. When I saw the statue, I began to wonder if maybe the Jim Carrey movie had been based on a true story and I had just missed that little disclaimer each of the 85 times I saw it. I also noted that I had never even seen this statue before. Where the heck was I? I sure hoped my silver-plated hoe would be safe in these parts.
The tiny, old man asked me to sit at the foot of Ace and when I did, he began his story.
"Have you ever met The Magic Leper? I have. 13 years ago, I bumped into him in line for a movie we were both going to see. When I noticed that he was a leper, I jumped a step back and said 'What the holy fuck?! Get away from me you bubble skinned beast!' He must have experienced reactions similar to mine many times in his life because he simply smiled at me. He then asked me if he could have 2 minutes of my time. I felt some sense of guilt for reacting to him the way I did, so I agreed to give him my time. He told me that he had the ability to grant me wishes for the rest of his life as long as I agreed to accompany him to the movies every time he wanted to go. He told me that he was lonely and tired of seeing movies by himself. I couldn't turn down wishes for the rest of his life, so I asked him to prove that he could follow through on his end of the bargain before I agreed to his proposition. I wished that I didn't have to pay for the movie, and before I could blink my eyes I found myself sitting in the theater. Just a split second ago I was standing in line for a ticket."
*There is no shit in my pants. You are not squeezing me hard enough*
"I agreed to the leper's proposition on the spot. The next thirteen years of my life were filled with receiving anything I could ever want. But they were also filled with my increasing frustration for having to accompany The Magic Leper to movies three times a day everyday. I never had much of an opportunity to enjoy any of the things I wished for because I was always sitting next to a leper in the dark. Two months ago, I finally cracked and stabbed The Magic Leper to death. Each day that I wake up, I'm plagued by the realization that I threw away a thousand wishes and killed a leper in the process. What a fool I am! It's getting harder for me to face my tomorrows."
"I think you should kill yourself then," I offered. "You're tiny and old - you can bash yourself over the head repeatedly with this brand new shiny yet unquestionably durable silver-plated hoe that I just bought at my father's favorire hardware store. I saw another one just like it in there. I can go back and buy a new one."
"Don't mind if I do," he said excitedly.
"I won't," I replied as I handed him the silver-plated hoe and began walking in what I could only guess was the general direction of the hardware store.
I remember being in line at the hardware store my dad used to frequent back in the 80's. He loved visiting the hardware store before the horrible accident that claimed his left knee and his sense of direction. I found myself, some 15 or so years later, standing in his favorite hardware store waiting my turn to pay for my merchandise. On this day, a shiny yet unquestionably durable silver-plated hoe was the merchandise.
*Why am I wearing a scarf indoors?*
*Because I am cold, Idiot.*
I spent a lot of time admiring the people who came up with the idea of silver-plating a hoe as I stood in line. Just as I decided I would have to locate these people and somehow show them my appreciation, I was tapped on my lower back. When I turned around, I didn't see the tiny old man until I looked down. The look on his face showed impatience. I was confused by this as, to my knowledge, he had only tapped me once before I reacted to the tap. Before I could say anything to him, he spoke.
"If I don't tell someone my story soon, I think I might be forced to buy some new Filas, find a brickwall, and run as fast as those Filas will allow me to run headfirst into the wall. So, spare me the I'm-in-a-hurry-shit, pay for your silver hoe, and come with me."
*I feel kind of sicky queasy right now*
*I don't thick listening to this glitchy, stop and go hip hop while wearing a scarf indoors is helping matters much*
As you might imagine, I felt I had no choice but to do whatever this tiny, old man asked of me. I payed the $345.69 (including tax) for the silver-plated hoe and left my father's favorite hardware store, followingthe little man. I followed him until he stopped at the foot of a statue of what appeared to be Ace Ventura. When I saw the statue, I began to wonder if maybe the Jim Carrey movie had been based on a true story and I had just missed that little disclaimer each of the 85 times I saw it. I also noted that I had never even seen this statue before. Where the heck was I? I sure hoped my silver-plated hoe would be safe in these parts.
The tiny, old man asked me to sit at the foot of Ace and when I did, he began his story.
"Have you ever met The Magic Leper? I have. 13 years ago, I bumped into him in line for a movie we were both going to see. When I noticed that he was a leper, I jumped a step back and said 'What the holy fuck?! Get away from me you bubble skinned beast!' He must have experienced reactions similar to mine many times in his life because he simply smiled at me. He then asked me if he could have 2 minutes of my time. I felt some sense of guilt for reacting to him the way I did, so I agreed to give him my time. He told me that he had the ability to grant me wishes for the rest of his life as long as I agreed to accompany him to the movies every time he wanted to go. He told me that he was lonely and tired of seeing movies by himself. I couldn't turn down wishes for the rest of his life, so I asked him to prove that he could follow through on his end of the bargain before I agreed to his proposition. I wished that I didn't have to pay for the movie, and before I could blink my eyes I found myself sitting in the theater. Just a split second ago I was standing in line for a ticket."
*There is no shit in my pants. You are not squeezing me hard enough*
"I agreed to the leper's proposition on the spot. The next thirteen years of my life were filled with receiving anything I could ever want. But they were also filled with my increasing frustration for having to accompany The Magic Leper to movies three times a day everyday. I never had much of an opportunity to enjoy any of the things I wished for because I was always sitting next to a leper in the dark. Two months ago, I finally cracked and stabbed The Magic Leper to death. Each day that I wake up, I'm plagued by the realization that I threw away a thousand wishes and killed a leper in the process. What a fool I am! It's getting harder for me to face my tomorrows."
"I think you should kill yourself then," I offered. "You're tiny and old - you can bash yourself over the head repeatedly with this brand new shiny yet unquestionably durable silver-plated hoe that I just bought at my father's favorire hardware store. I saw another one just like it in there. I can go back and buy a new one."
"Don't mind if I do," he said excitedly.
"I won't," I replied as I handed him the silver-plated hoe and began walking in what I could only guess was the general direction of the hardware store.
