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Thursday, November 30, 2000 
Today is a silly day. Just silly busy crazy. I want to go home. Today's Theme Song: Why Does the Sun Shine [im]proper proverbs Oh, and I could also go on about my rather unpleasant dinner experience this evening. But that, my friends, is a horse of a different color. *The funny thing about this whole ordeal is that neither of us can recall what the heck we were talking about in the first place.
It's always fun to look through old photos. Still-frame memories from our lives, each with it's own distinct personality. They're our little reminders... ...which brings me to a point (well not really). Actually there is no particular reason that I chose to post the above photo. No long, drawn out story. I just like it. It reminds me of how much I love to play. How comfortable the fretboard feels beneath my fingers. The uncertainty of each note and not always knowing where the next will lead. Dissonant chords. Resolution. Sometimes when I'm playing I'll become so absorbed that I lose track of time. Sometimes for hours. At best, it's a feeling that not even words can describe...kind of like those photos. Sometimes when I'm lying in bed at night, I can hear my upstairs neighbor snoring. It's rather irritating.
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I am currently up to my elbows in an endless string of christmas lights and neat, organized piles of color-coded plastic tree branches. Harry Connick Jr.'s Christmas album is playing on the stereo...trying to get into the spirit of things. I guess the only thing that would make this whole experience a little better is if it stopped raining. What a way to finish off the long weekend. Matt and I watching MI2 in all it's splendor and glory. Stereo surround sound - volume knob pushing the 24 mark. Consuming ridiculous amounts of caffeine and chinese take-out. I probably won't sleep very well now. It's all good though. Sometimes we all need a little more distractions in our lives. As a matter of fact, I may have been a little too distracted this weekend... Oh, and I'm sorry that you had to work Amy...we'll make it up to you. side note: I should have told my guidance counselor in high school that I wanted to be an international spy. Damnit.
For a while now I've been wanting to start a dream journal. An unlikely interest since I find it hard to remember my dreams most nights. Each morning when I wake, I'm continuously grasping at scattered fragments and restless memories of the night before. Sometimes there are brief moments of recollection, most times there is nothing at all. My notebook remains carelessly discarded by my bedside - empty and unfullfilled. Hi-ho..I'm off to celebrate Thanksgiving (again) today for my Father's side of the family. Double holidays: one of the not-so-many perks you receive when your parents are divorced.
Hi...I made this just for you. Happy Thanksgiving! I just got back home a little while ago from my Grandparents where we had a wonderful meal with the family. Turkey, stuffing, dressing, mashed potatoes, corn, peas, candied yams, cranberry sauce, wine, pumpkin pie, cookies, coffee...I don't think I'll eat again for at least a week! Or maybe an hour...whichever comes first. But perhaps the most important thing of all was just being able to spend time today with the ones I care most about. Thanksgiving isn't just a day where we get to eat ridiculous amounts of food and fall asleep in front of the television. It's not about four-day weekends or downing a few six packs while watching marathon football. Thanksgiving isn't just about spending time with your immediate family either. But you already know that. My question is: Why shouldn't we celebrate the true meaning of Thanksgiving everday? Maybe that's why they broadcast It's a Wonderful Life every year around the holidays. Either way, I'm not going to waste the rest of my day playing the part of the preacher. I'm going to hang with my friends.
Bending, not breaking (yet). ...wait, that reminds me...there it is... I just remembered something that my Mother had gotten me as a gift a while back. To tell you the truth, I don't think that I ever actually read it. I guess now would be a good a time as any. Site update: New color pics uploaded to the photography section. yay...go me.
I stopped into the local gas station to fill up over the weekend and was lucky enough to snap the above shot. It's a little more appropriate than you may think. I guess you had to be there. So...
Last night we went to see Nick's band Arsenic play at the Hot Rod. They rocked the house! And of course, since it was also their first major gig, a little good natured heckling ensued. Every now and then it comes and goes.
Today is worthy of a little humor. I found this beauty in my inbox this morning. Right. So...here I am, currently sitting behind my desk at work enjoying an unintentional veggie sandwich and drinking an ice cold beer. I love my job.
I was just informed by my boss that I have 8 vacation days to use up before the end of the year. Oh my gosh...I can't think. What should I do...what should I do?!? Oh. I was also informed quite recently that we have to come up with visual concepts for a pitch to a "big-time" client tomorrow (which in a roundabout way presents a bit of a problem with my above statement). And...since they are due by today, it looks like I'm working late. Buckle up kids...it's going to be a bumpy ride. Today is just full of surprises.
Got back from lunch today to find a nice surprise waiting for me on my desk. I can't wait to go through it!
Beautiful Youngstown weather. Today is the first day it snowed (yes, flurries count). I'm fucking freezing. I can't stop listening to Feel Flows by the Beach Boys. I don't know whether it's the winding, hypnotic vocals or the fact that it is totally unlike any of their earlier work (that I've ever heard anyway). Judge for yourself. Or you can get it on the Almost Famous Soundtrack here. Eric's latest post [11/14/00 2:48:05 am] is a sort of "call to arms" – and I couldn't agree more. The internet has nearly fallen victim to a hostile corporate takeover (either that or most individuals view the internet as a way to make a quick buck). So I, too, am taking a stand. Spread the word: "Ecommerce is dead. Long live the people". Go friggin' sign up already.
It's nights like these where one lets their thoughts wander off to places where some things are better left forgotten. Sometimes you can never go back. Quarter phrase of the day: "allegorical metaphor". [an allegory in fact is a prolonged metaphor. While the above phrase can be perceived as redundant, it is nonetheless fun to say. The word redundant also happens to be another one of my favorites. For example: "I once put ketchup on a tomato and it tasted redundant".] An important note relating to the above post: I am not an english major. It is also very late and I'm feeling a bit loopy. I'm going to bed.
Dang…is it Sunday already? Just a little recap of this weekend's not so exciting events: So...how was your weekend?
I think one sentence can sum up this entire week: Thank God it's Friday. Oh...and Biz Markie rocks.
I know I'm not a woman or anything, but isn't this sort of relative to PMS? Remember those cool frozen Push-up-Pops as a kid? Well, I was at the grocery store the other day and happened upon this seemingly disgusting variation on them. Before you ask: "No, I did not buy them" and "Don't ask me. I have no idea what compelled me to post this". I was cleaning out some things in my backroom when I noticed one of my books lying on the bottom shelf, it's corner barely visible from underneath an old stack of college text books and half-read MacWorld magazines. While I reached to pull it from it's hiding place, a feeling of amazement immediately came over me. How on earth could I have forgotten about one of my all-time favorite comics? The wild and imaginative adventures of a six-year old boy and his stuffed tiger...that mischievous little tyke with his diabolical schemes (and more-often-than-not big heart). As I flipped through the pages, I paused every now and then to laugh aloud at Calvin's constant questioning of life and his own outrageous theories on the world around him. Afterwards, I brushed off any excess dust from the jacket and gently placed the book on a much higher and noticeable spot on my shelf. Sometimes even the most simple things in life have a greater story to tell. * strip courtesy of The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book by Bill Watterson
That's it - I'm done. Finished. I've cast my ballot and now all I can do is wait. I've never been into politics much, and it seems that around every time this year I find myself in the voting booth wondering why the hell I didn't pay closer attention to the candidates (next time, I swear). On a good note: no more annoying campaign ads. Yawn...a nice dinner with some friends...a few glasses of merlot...zzzzzz. ...zzz...
Lately: Starting on The Essential Rumi. I've rediscovered my love for the written word (book courtesy of my good friend Matt). You have said what you are.
Well hello there. I know it's been a few days since my last update...I just haven't had too much to say lately. It happens...we all need our own little quiet time once in a while. Besides, I usually can't keep my mouth shut for too long. I'm sure most of my friends can relate to that. :) On another note, I'm working out some great ideas for a collaborative project with J. Hopefully we can share some of the details with you all soon... |
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