It has been so long since I updated this page, I feel like it belongs to someone else. A dozen thoughts ( Read more... )

My days are fortified by books and protein.

SO much work, not enough time for anything else. Where is the beer in my day? Where, I ask you!?

I take out videos at the library for free. Some are classic films, some are just movies of the past few years I never got around to seeing. I just saw 25th Hour, the Spike Lee movie with Ed Norton. I haven't ever bawled so hard at a scene of someone getting beaten up ( Read more... )

My next door neighbor sings opera. I can hear him through the walls. The walls are not thin, so I can usually only hear him when he reaches some kind of crescendo. He looks like a young frat-boy, not someone you'd pass on the street and think was an opera singer or even in the least bit arty. But Jesus, can this guy sing. I am not an opera fan, but ( Read more... )

Went to a free showing of "The Life Aquatic," but it turned out to be "I Heart Huckabees" because the newspaper ad was wrong about the show dates. I'd already seen Huckabees, but stayed anyway. Oddly, I enjoyed it twice as much as the first time. On first viewing, its humor seemed strained. This time I was laughing hysterically. Mark Wahlberg was ( Read more... )

Having a shit day. Too much work, not enough time. I am looking at all the things I need to do to get my life in order and it is just overwhelming. And that is stuff I need to do when I finish with my work today.

On the other hand, I kind of get high off of the stress. What the hell.

I found this to be really funny, I think because every summer job I had in college was at this mall.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/janssen/1945576/

The other night I was at a party and someone was talking about "the goddess" in a kind of hippy dippy way. It all had to do with trees and spirits and such. You know, I really love forests, and I am even willing to believe that there is a sort of spirit in trees, in the same way there is a spirit in people or cats or salamanders. But I am not going ( Read more... )

I used to frequent a bar that was on the second floor of a building overlooking a 7-11 across the street. There was a large window with stools and a table near the window, and a good friend of mine and I would sit there and have our beers. We invented a drinking game called "Cop-donut" in which we took a certain amount of sips depending on how many ( Read more... )