I spent a three-day weekend up at Camp Runamuck, had a terribly enjoyable time away from computers, cell phones and running water. Beer-volleyball, a deep-fried turkey, absinthe and me in blazing-orange camoflage coveralls. Had another visit with ska Maria Pastora. I didn't come to the cliff to have stepped off it, but, this was not the ( Read more... )

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The weekend was very pleasant. Drove down Friday with P-Dude to LBI. Watched a boxing match and raided my stepfather's coconut popsicle stash. Hit the beach Saturday. Saw the surfers with the parachute apparatus strapped to them cruising around the water. fucking impressive. They'd dip the parachute to build speed, then use a swell as a ramp ( Read more... )

If my superiors only knew what I got away with here on a daily basis, just how fully I embody Slack...well, they'd fire me straight away. But they don't know, and assuming I don't slip up, they won't know. It's the only benefit that comes from working in a department where you can accomplish more in 3 hours than they can in an average day, and ( Read more... )

There are few things nicer than late-night thunderstorms. One of those things is walking around barefoot in one, which is what I am off to do.

I had both an indulgent and productive weekend. Had company over Friday, Saturday attended Erin's birthday party with Ryan, which was held at a club far too posh for me in general. We were taken very good care of there, with a table and a bottle of Grey Goose, which I enjoyed and guarded behind mostly closed eyes. Thanks to Erin for the invite, ( Read more... )

It's a quiet and sleepy Friday afternoon. Especially quiet as like most Fridays, I'm the only one in the office. And it's hot in here. But since I'm the only one here I have no qualms with losing the shirt and keeping my bare feet propped up on the desk, music loud. 8 more months of this. I can't really beleive how much time they left in ( Read more... )

Party went well, thank you. With little cross-over I was pleased that those who made it, made it, and sorry that those who didn't, didn't ( Read more... )

Party tonight at my house. If you'd like to go, just call my cell.
973 985 6128

Y'all should come.

Meant to go see Clutch tonight, but I procrastinated long enough for the tickets to sell out. Guess I wsn't as disappointed when I bought their new album at lunch. Still good, still Clutch, but it hasn't hit me like a lot of it does. I had also overbooked myself again, having agreed to do some after-hours tech-work at an ecologically-minded gift ( Read more... )