Month: March 2004

my boss is super-cool! she got us all gift certificates for a job well done on our last project the group slogged through – i almost feel guilty taking it, since i didn’t get everything i was assigned done. course, the reason for that was cuz other stuff was broke and needed fixing…

that really brightened up my day though!

before i get angsty, everyone must must MUST scope this link. As far as I can tell, it is not a hoax, and I am totally blown away by what is there.

yesterday pretty much sucked.
my cousin, who has been dying of brain cancer for the last 5 years, has taken a turn for the worse. my mom went to atlanta, and apparently what they thought was a coma was an extended loss of consciousness. the doctors have no idea how she is still alive. she could go any time. very dicey.

richelle was sick with all sorta badness yesterday, and is even worse today. this is mostly due to the fuckchop upstairs who is learning bass and chello. apparently playing drums after 11 is a concept which penetrated skull, but the other two instruments are just as bad bud – i am going to go knock on the door when i get home tonight.

so, yeah, richelle got 0 sleep, and is nauseous, and migraney, and has to go to work, because her asshole vp is a vindictive smallminded prick.

this is not right.

so go give her your best, if you want. fuck knows she needs it.

last night, we watched george carlin’s “you are all diseased” show from 1999. he has some strong words about terror and the government in some of his bits. some dire predictions which came to pass as well. what amazes me most, i guess, is that even after 5 years, and the shit that has gone down in that time, i find myself mostly agreeing with him.

he has a quote in that bit, later on, about gods and whatnot. he explains how/why he became a sun worshipper. before he does though, he makes a few comments that strike truer and truer to my heart every time i hear it.

“if this world is the best a divine creator can do, i am not impressed… i hope he leaves it off his resume… i say god is a man, because a woman could never make something this fucked up…”

why do i grow up happy and healthy, and my cousin dies a tumorous virgin who never got a mouthful from the teat of life?
chance is a hard master, and i am tired of trying to count the cards.

work is gonna suck.

The OED defines epistemology thusly. M/W sees it this way.

I discuss theological ideas fairly often sometimes online, sometimes in person. I always try to keep an open mind.

Via this post made by , I came to realize a fatal flaw in my approach when dealing with the otherworldly spirituals. I have always seen the whole god/not god thing as an issue of relativism.

For the record, I am not one who snipes at distinct world views to further hamper the development of humankind’s thought processes. I see it as paramount to the development of the human brain bubble that we are able, and willing, not only to assume, but completely understand a POV other than your own, particularly one diametrically opposed.

So then, how does one categorize atheism (the camp i currently fall under) as a religion? Semantics and pedantic whining aside, I cannot see how this is so. Clearly, one can try to remove oneself from the popular Western concepts of “a religion” by saying that they preach a spiritual path, and that exempts you from the negative connotations of a “religion”. However, regardless of a spiritual outlook, there are rules to existence, even if the only rule you hold is that there are no rules. The fact that atheists have that one rule – there are no gods, does not put them on the same shelf as folks who are preaching a method of routine and ritual to salvation. So much confusion.

Back to epistemology, and my revelations.

When I play the divine hypothetical, you have to accept the standpoint that if there is a divine creator that made everything, they might be able to exempt themselves from the binding laws of existence. However, no matter what perspective I work from, I always see that divine essence in the hypothetical as part of nature, even if the only part taken was the creation aspect.

I think what the people who would argue atheism as a religion are the same ones who would argue a god outside of the realm of epistemology. I do not believe in concrete truth (though I do respect the statistics of potentiality), so it really doesn’t bug me that you can’t “prove” or “disprove” the whole divine thing. A longstanding joke of mine is in purporting that the Vikings had it right, and JC, Buddha, Gandhi, and Mother Theresa are all sitting in a rather cold hell right now, while Hitler, Stalin, and General Custer cavort with scantily clad Valkyries.

This has caused me to seriously re-examine the arguments I have had with fundamental spiritualists (my insight, not my joke). If they claim their divine source is outside the existence of reality altogether, and therefore not subject to the tenets of epistemology, how then are they to gain any insight as to their pure spiritual path?

Interesting new doors have just opened mentally – I will have to see where they go.

What are your two cents?

i had an omelette for lunch yesterday. it was delectable.

last night was cool – met up with for chai, then went home and ate real food. not, of course before a quick stop at the temple of commerce otherwise known as staples. i bet they were as glad as you were that i knew wtf you were looking for.

then i went home and ate real food.

my diet of penicillin, ice cream, and soup of most of the last week has definitely taken its toll on my digestive system, and i am not sure mexican food was the best thing to start out hard solids on. nonetheless, the food was fabu, and my gums are coming along wonderfully. i am not going to dive into anything which requires strenuous mastication anytime soon, but I am definitely looking forward to being able to eat rather than slurp.

i kept up too late last night, talking after her bedtime. thanks for putting up with me hon.

, this one is for you:

‘The Wombat’

The wombat lives across the seas,
Among the far Antipodes.
He may exist on nuts and berries,
Or then again, on missionaries;
His distant habitat precludes
Conclusive knowledge of his moods,
But I would not engage the wombat
In any form of mortal combat.

— Ogden Nash

good stuff here: go, read, input – we need more voices!

went to see avenue q last night with , , and . it was a total blast. i highly reccomend it for anyone who has ever seen sesame street, and likes puppets. clever, and very funny stuff.

in other news, i think that i need to metamorphose some. i have become to complacent, too accustomed to the few chains i have forged for myself, and the walls i have built around me. i need to go out to see if they are still valid. i need to try new things – maybe my tastes have changed.

i need to pop out of neutral into second – i am tired of rotting.

i am going to get some certifications, and get some more belts on the professional front. I am def getting my macromedia cf cert, and i am going to start my way up the oracle track.

i also started a dream journal for the dreams i had of late. i am going to try to stick to outlining one every other day, when I am done, I am going to rewrite them all as short stories. i am going to fucking submit the fucker and try to get it published.

i need to get into shape too – the walking has def been a good step, but i want to lose some poundage.

First off, lemme say thanks to those who wished well yesterday. The stich was repaired, and the infection has receeded somewhat in the last 24 hours – i still sorta look like a chipmunk though.

i dunno why puts up with me, really. let me just say, for the record that she is the greatest, ever. she makes sliced bread look like the upcoming garfield movie. i love her more than anything. it helps me make it through my day knowing she feels the same way.

tonight (theoretically) is avenue q. i hope, i think… that is what my phone tells me anyway.

i feel like i have been in a coma. congratz to on a sucessful first day of work. the real world pool is a lot deeper than the one you been trouncing in of late, eh?

that last one was a gratuitous horizontal break.

the top and bottom incision on the left side of my face are infected. the oral surgeon thought this would be a risk, as the gum line was infected and inflamed already when he took out the teeth on that side. i have been on antibiotics since i got the teeth extracted, i didn’t think it would be that big a deal.

however, this morning, around 3:30, i tore the stitches on the top gum line. i think it is a combination of the swelling in the gum, and me grinding or suddenly shifting my teeth somehow in the night. it feels like i i have a chunk of glass stuck in my gum. the omfs’ office can’t see me until 11, but they told me not to take any painkillers until then.

for the record, bloody gauze tastes like old dog shit.

happy monday all.

So I am alive.
I am in moderate amounts of pain, due mostly to me _not_ leaning on the vicodin, and switching to advil. I don’t like what the vicodin is doinf to me, so i am trying to stay off it. I will undoubtedly use more tonight though, as I found sleeping a tricky venture. Thank goodness i swiped that palm waterbottle from , cuz drinking is a tricky prospect when you can’t use a straw, or open your mouth up enough to drink normally without pain.

I hate that I have to take antibiotics too – I am so against them, particularly as a preventative. On the other hand, I really can’t avoid any extra complications on this in terms of downtime. Hopefully, I won’t.

Work tomorrow in the PM. Hope I am up to it by then. If it had been today, I definitely would have had to cancel.

Thanks to well wishers, sorry for the radio silence, but it hurts to talk on da phone.

It took me longer to get paperwork/insurance worked out than it did for me to actually get my teeth done. The doc, who was very professional and very nice, was pretty insistent about not doing all 4 under local, so i did end up going under. The other option was that he do one side today, and another two another time. Fuck that.
I went under at 4:42
I came back at 5:15

I’ve lost more drinking, with probably a bigger chance of death.

Walked back from the dentist, dropped off my prescriptions, and took the dog out. I have to swing by before 8 to get the drugs. Vicodin it is.

I am still kinda numb, but not really what I expect. I am sure the pain is on the horizon, but what it feels like to me is that I got
punched in the mouth on both sides. I’m sure I’ll make some bastardly post later about agony and suffering. Talking is very difficult though, the cotton gets in the way. I feel like Marlon Brando, without the millions of dollars.

For now though, not so bad – hurts, but not as bad as other things I have done.

Ooh, and the comprimise! I went under, but he let me keep the teeth. I have them sitting on my desk – mebbe I’ll digipic them later.

Most annoying thing so far: Thirsty bastard.

, I’d recomend this guy, he is very nice, and very professional. He is just an oral surgeon though, not a regular dentist, so if you need fillings etc, he may not be your man.:
Adam Brisman OMFS
231 E 106 NY, NY 10029
(212) 348-0020


Verse One: Humpty Hump (Shock G)
All right!
Stop whatcha doin’
’cause I’m about to ruin
the image and the style that ya used to.
I look funny
but yo I’m makin’ money see
so yo world I hope you’re ready for me.
Now gather round
I’m the new fool in town
and my sound’s laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
so just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty.
Yo ladies, oh how I like to hump thee.
And all the rappers in the top ten–please allow me to bump thee.
I’m steppin’ tall, y’all,
and just like Humpty Dumpty
you’re gonna fall when the stereos pump me.
I like to rhyme,
I like my beats funky,
I’m spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy.
I’m sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack
but sometimes I get ridiculous
I’ll eat up all your crackers and your licorice
hey yo fat girl, c’mere–are ya ticklish?
Yeah, I called ya fat.
Look at me, I’m skinny
It never stopped me from gettin’ busy
I’m a freak
I like the girls with the boom
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom
I’m crazy.
Allow me to amaze thee.
They say I’m ugly but it just don’t faze me.
I’m still gettin’ in the girls’ pants
and I even got my own dance
{Chorus:}
The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump
Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump
Do the Humpty Hump, just watch me do the Humpty Hump
Do ya know what I’m doin’, doin’ the Humpty Hump
Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
Verse Two:
People say “Yo, Humpty, you’re really funny lookin'”
that’s all right ’cause I get things cookin’
Ya stare, ya glare, ya constantly try to compare me
but ya can’t get near me
I give ’em more, see, and on the floor, B,
all the girls they adore me
Oh yes, ladies, I’m really bein’ sincere
’cause in a 69 my humpty nose will tickle ya rear.
My nose is big, uh-uh I’m not ashamed
Big like a pickle, I’m still gettin’ paid
I get laid by the ladies, ya know I’m in charge,
both how I’m livin’ and my nose is large
I get stoopid, I shoot an arrow like Cupid,
I use a word that don’t mean nothin’, like looptid
I sang on Doowhutchalike, and if ya missed it,
I’m the one who said just grab ’em in the biscuits
Also told ya that I like to bite
Well, yeah, I guess it’s obvious, I also like to write.
All ya had to do was give Humpty a chance
and now I’m gonna do my dance.
{Chorus}
Breakdown:
Oh, yeah, that’s the break, y’all
Let me hear a little bit of that bass groove right here
Oh, yeah!
Now that I told ya a little bit about myself
let me tell ya a little bit about this dance
It’s real easy to do–check it out
Verse Three:
First I limp to the side like my leg was broken
Shakin’ and twitchin’ kinda like I was smokin’
Crazy wack funky
People say ya look like M.C. Hammer on crack, Humpty
That’s all right ’cause my body’s in motion
It’s supposed to look like a fit or a convulsion
Anyone can play this game
This is my dance, y’all, Humpty Hump’s my name
No two people will do it the same
Ya got it down when ya appear to be in pain
Humpin’, funkin’, jumpin’,
jig around, shakin’ ya rump,
and when the dude a chump pump points a finger like a stump
tell him step off, I’m doin’ the Hump.
{Chorus}
Black people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
White people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
Puerto Ricans, do the Humpty Hump, just keep on doin’ the hump
Samoans, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
Let’s get stoopid!
{Chorus}
Oh, yeah, come on and break it down
Outro:
Once again, the Underground is in the house
I’d like to send a shout out to the whole world,
keep on doin’ the Humpty Dance,
and to the ladies,
peace and humptiness forever
{Music and fade}

When I was younger, I wanted to be able to make the stretch synth noise that they make in this song – Broooowwooooowwwbrooooowwwooooww!

T-90 minutes to departure for tooth departure.

I suggest everyone, no matter what your stance, take 5 minutes and read this document. In my opinion, it is the best complied report to date on the misleading activities of the crrent people in charge of the executive branch of our government.

fabricated news
Lemur baby! (Batboy’s long lost cousin)
subways of the world – to scale
Symphony for the devil (second article)
lippy urinals – where you can order your own
Jeb is going to make a bid for 2008
Buy the Clinton homestead
Beware the gold pants!
More photoshoppy wierndess
Ski Game
WhatTheFont?
Lost tribe in Cuba?
200+ year old corpse found
Good uses for space dust
Canadian Baby Mummy

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thanks to jeff and for contributions to this post.

i just got spammed for “5 mature dvds – no cost!!!”
now, my question is, have i been commiting some sort of crime by not paying attention to the age of my dvd’s when i played them? until now i’ve never asked, but they all looked over 18….

I took some pics of the trees in the park on the way in today – perhaps more during lunch, if the weather holds. Clicky if you want bigger pics.

I did not end up sitting at home last night, but I did not exactly do what I thought I was going to do either.
All in all it was a fairly nice night. I talked to about a bunch of stuff, which, though unresolved, made me feel better cuz at least it was spoken about. After chatting, we watched Instinct. I had forgotten what a good movie that was. Every time I watch it it kidna depresses me more and more. The concept of "Takers" hits way too close to home with my persobnal philosophies on man for me to be compfortable watching it as just a film. The book it was based on, Ishmael is even more powerful.
I guess that was, perhaps, why I was so wierd when I went out last night. I met up with , , and friend d-nice for some Irish festivities. I decided to skip the smoke, cabs and unfortunate social entanglements a trip to Woodlawn would doubtless bring upon me. Sorry , maybe next time. We ended up at an UES watering hole called Ship of Fools, when my suggested locale – O’Flanagan’s Ale House, revealed that it was charging a 10$ cover. The only othe fast available Irish pub reminded me of a kegger with none of the dignity remaining. We had a few drinks and shot the shit nicely, but things kind of turned serious before we wandered away. I think both d-nice and bruteforcemethd overpaid, considering what they drank – I’ll have to buy them a round next time out. I did not stay out too late, or even really get buzzed, but it was great to go out and chat with friends – I definitely need to find some venues to do this in that are not alcho-centric.
The devil inside – I haven’t stopped thinking of that line since I saw The Itallian Job (which I did not like as a movie, but liked selected items from, that quote for one). It is what I was thinking about last night – when we were talking about ethanol and global economies – why do we have this fucking drive to try and control things, own things, destroy things? I really wish these GD mars rovers would find a ruined civilization, with a very detailed history showing how they went the same path we did, and look where thier planet went. There is no way back, that is what ruins me – civilization is not going to stop – termites will not stop eating a house just because it will eventually fall down.

Ugh, I don’t want to get into this rant.

Teeth go g’bye tomorrow. Not looking forward to it, or losing a weekend for that matter, but what the hell can you do?

Keep on keepin on.

This is so wrong – you MUST have sound to get the humor – not for the meek of heart, or sacred of soul, and stuff.

Go see this too, if you are not faint of heart – even funnier, I imagine, if you know German.

Thanks to for the prime linkage!

Whelp, I was supposed to work all night, and the server I need to work on is totally DOA – so I guess I am totally fuckedaroo tomorrow.

I hooked The Precious back up, so I can now compute from the relative compfort of the fouton, rather than the seclusion/distraction of the fully operational mothership.

I engaged in some interesting conversations today. I don’t know if they were a good or bad thing yet – I guess I will see how they work into tonight’s zombie dream installation.

The wisdom teeth leave on Friday, 3pm – I will prolly be pretty incoherent for the rest of the evening – perhaps I will make some happy pain-med induced posts though.

Speaking of posts, I realized that I haven’t really posted much writing lately. Part of it stems from my fears concerning plagarism, and my past experiences always seem to come echoind down the tunnel of my brain when I consider it. However, I think I will throw up one item, just for shits and giggles. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. Who knows?

happy b-day !

I need to go to the dentist. It is not going to be a pleasureable bidness, as I need to get my wisdom teeth out. I dislike doctors, and dentists (who really want to be doctors, but prefer the cushy non-dangerous path of futzing with teeth). The last time I was at the dentist, he wanted me to come back to have the teeth out, but I didn’t need to – now I have to…somehow I was hoping I would be able to skip this irritation.

I know from personal caretaking experience that having them out is not fun.

In other news, for those who care, they are now totally unsure wether to run with the sensationalism of having a 10th planet is worth having to reprint all them schoolbooks. This is not a new occurance by a long shot, I just hope all the Niburu nuts can keep thier shit in a sack, given the ice-age timing of this new one. Good linkies here:
BBC
CNN
NASA
Spitzer infro from Caltech (looks like this went down to to hypelinks prolly)
Some backhistory on Chiron (the last time something this “big” happened)

I have ben playing Prince of Persia for the past week or two. Thank goodness for Gamefly, because as entertaining as this puzzle filled lame-storyline has been , it has 0 replay value. I also have Wrath Unleashed, which is a pretty inventive combonation of risk, chess, and a simple arcade fighting game. Unfortunately, the peice sets are too similar amongst the 4 possible teams you can play from, and the play control in the arcade section leaves me frustrated sometimes – all in all a great concept game, but the execution has left me wishing it had stayed in development/QA a little longer. Both are going back once I finish PoP.

I just lost a heap of shit because my Semagic is broke at home, and preview makes it crash. Fucking technology. I will try to re-capture what is already gone:

I managed to get 0 Beard Papa cream puffs this weekend, despite my intense desire to do so. Hopefully I will get some this weekend, cuz I shure as shit know I won;t have the time this week. When I spoke to a coworker of mine about it, he rather fliply commented : “Oh, that’s on the UWS, I’d never go there.”

What gives? I mean, I am traditionally an East Side kid, but there is shit all over the island, and the outer buroughs – fuck all over the world. Why the hell _not_ go somewhere because it is not easily accessable from your local n/s subway? This is my strongest Harlem naysayer, and the person who has razzed me the most about my recent habit of walking to work… I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised.

Also on the burner, my recent spate of zombie dreams (which has been for about 2 months now) is growing sharply more acute – I may start a dream journal up just so I can start sifting for details. While atrociously detaild dreams of a horrible nature are not exactly a new thing for me (indeed, they are a major contributing factor to my once-acute insomnia), I have never had to deal with them in such variety and intensity. Each night is a new dish of flavors, and I have yet to have a recurring one (which is my subconscious’ usual MO).

It is a problem which is becoming chronic, and to me, that means I am going through another dream-state metamorphasis. While many of these dreams don’t qualify for an all out nightmare, they are all graphic, disturbing, and freaking intense. Another depoarture from my normal cycles is the individual uniqueness of each one. I have trained myself for a fairly high dream retention ratio in order to help delve. I can safely say that many of the negative dreams I have are fractal shards of the same cycle – certain things my brain worried like a dog trying to get to marrow, yet never quite gets there. I, of course have “new” dreams interspersed, but they vary greatly on subject, length, detail, and emotion.

All of these dreams have been dark, most have involved people I do (or once) loved. Sometimes I am a victim, sometimes a zombie, sometimes a last-stand-man. Sometiems I am the stranger amongst others who are a close knit. Other times it is my knit taking the risk of a new member, I’ve gone through all sorts of wierdess. It is like George Romero hijacked my brain. I guess I would mind a whole lot less were I exposing myself to the genre somewhat – I haven’t even seen a zombie movie in who knows how long! This is definitely not a theme that runs from real life at the moment (definitely not within the frame of the dream cycle).

Watches Spellbound last night. Heartbreakingly entertaining. I suggest it for any word geeks/spelling nerds out there.

So yeah, between software upgrades, new people, new hardware, major deadlines, meetings, and general chaos, I’ll be lucky if I pull less than a 12 hour day today. If you don’t hear from me, it is not because I don’t have something stupidly witty, or refreshingly annoying to add to your little corner online, it is because I am breathing through a straw to keep from being o’erwhelmed by my work.

Yesterday was my friend Ross’ b-day. In honor of this event, he decided to gather a whelm, and get a game of bar golf going. Before drinking, eats were offered at ‘s pad, who made up some scrumdiddlyumptious hamburgers. Best moment of the night: realizing that had a mess hall apron too! Even though his is Army Olive instead of camo, it did my heart proud to call him cookie (though I was told that he didn’t want the title). I didn’t get the chance to do so last night, but I want to take a moment to thank for the eats!

For the unindoctrinated, bar golf does like this:
You establish a queue of bars – these bars are the holes of your course. Participants are broken into teams, which are then sent across the course. Each hole has a “par” which is a minimum number of drinks a team needs to consume. Some variants involve certain types of drinks at certain holes, or perform certain antics after par to show where you are at in the running.

Ross, being the lovable sadistic bastard he is, started us with a 8par, then things went down steadily to 6, until the 6th hole, which was an 8 par!

Ross set teams, and we were on the pavement by 8pm. The team I had the honor of being a part of was “The McMeisters” – in honor of our Irish/German team makeup. Our team was to consist of 5, which, I thought early on, would give us a strong edge. , myself, tj, cheryl and her so (whose name escapes me atm) were all set to run amok. The lineup involved Otto’s Shrunken Head (formerly Barmancy, which dates my lame ass), The Lakeside Lounge, Ace Bar, and other LES favorites. For the record, most of these places hadn’t seemed to have changed very much. I still fucking hate the Ace Bar, and, sadly, what was once a decent watering hole in Barmancy has degenerated to a pretty dead spot in its new iteration. Blowfish barlights = tre tacky.

As the evening wore on, it became apparent that the McMeisters had a few things working against us:

1.TJ had been drinking since 3pm.
2. Cheryl’s so was getting over a stomach flu – although he did open up in later rounds a little, he was a light drinker.
3.I was doing heavy doubles to make early pars while the slow and steadies worked for the long haul. After a 3point pint of long island iced tea though, I switched to water for a while.
4.One of the opposing teams was named TJ’s Nightmare.
5.We were playing bar golf on a Sat night in Manhattan!

wangch61 and one of his CU friends showed at bar 2 (The Lakeside Lounge, where I had not been since my unfortunate fire breathing incident). I got momentarily nostalgic before getting that aforementioned LI iced tea.

We were quite literally, turned off at the door of two establishments on the list. Once for crowd, the other for smoke. TJ wandered off somewhere, and then Cheryl and her BF headed out… I was getting to the point of drunk that the evening started getting stretchy, yet persevered, even after my abandonment of the games post-witching hour to come up to the UES with and his pal. Bravo girl, you are the true embodiment of Celtic alcoholism, and Aryan efficiency! Someone apparently knew a bartender somewhere, so we hung out in some 80’s themed bar in the 80’s somewhere. It was basically an upscale Kulture Club, with the music and clientele to match. After some water there, I went home when they continued on to 1020.

One of the things I realized last night, which had never occurred to be before then, was that bar golf kinda sucks, because you never get any free rounds. Switching bars every 45 minutes does not equate to charitable bartenders.

It also came to my attention that has never gotten a free round! This must be amended!

Anywho, the night was a blast, and I hope Ross thoroughly enjoyed himself, because I did. It was great to see some people I haven’t seen in a while.

I got my bookcases up this week – books are now up. this leaves only my clothes to arrange, and some odds and ends to deal with, and we will be all unpacked. Decorating will be a continuing affair, but other than that, I feel like we are in really good shape.

I woke up at 6am today – I am really tired right now. Today was supposed to be a productive day (and it sorta has been) but chellez has been fried b a migraine, and is now taking a nap. We need to do laundry badly (yeah, that was in that urgent Gauntlet voice). Hopefully later we can do a movie. I skipped pub crawling since I am so out of it sans booze already.

Tonight hopefully will be cookout and gettogethers. It is friend Ross’ b-day, and I would like to go out and have a good time.

At least the books are done.

four haughty swans set sail
on garbage lake
much to the amusement of
the local vermin

with what arrogance do they sport
class amongst the refuse
thinking attitude would add
dignity to dirty underwear

the ambience of failed environs
overwhelms their local style
reducing pomp to silly circumstance
and empty gesture

The rat, the weasel
the common maritime flyers
find this abode their paradise, without need
for swans to nest here

A recent conversation spawned this memory…

Con diez cañones por banda,
viento en popa, a toda vela,
no corta el mar, sino vuela
un velero bergantín.

Bajel pirata que llaman,
por su bravura, el Temido,
en todo mar conocido
del uno al otro confín.

La luna en el mar rïela,
en la lona gime el viento,
y alza en blando movimiento
olas de plata y azul;
y va el capitán pirata,
cantando alegre en la popa,
Asia a un lado, al otro Europa,
y allá a su frente Stambul:

Navega, velero mío,
sin temor,
que ni enemigo navío
ni tormenta, ni bonanza
tu rumbo a torcer alcanza,
ni a sujetar tu valor.

Veinte presas
hemos hecho
a despecho
del inglés,
y han rendido
sus pendones
cien naciones
a mis pies.

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

Allá muevan feroz guerra
ciegos reyes
por un palmo más de tierra;
que yo aquí tengo por mío
cuanto abarca el mar bravío,
a quien nadie impuso leyes.

Y no hay playa,
sea cualquiera,
ni bandera
de esplendor,
que no sienta
mi derecho
y dé pecho
a mi valor.

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

A la voz de «¡barco viene!»
es de ver
cómo vira y se previene
a todo trapo a escapar;
que yo soy el rey del mar,
y mi furia es de temer.

En las presas
yo divido
lo cogido
por igual;
sólo quiero
por riqueza
la belleza
sin rival.

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

¡Sentenciado estoy a muerte!
Yo me río;
no me abandone la suerte,
y al mismo que me condena,
colgaré de alguna entena,
quizá en su propio navío.

Y si caigo,
¿qué es la vida?
Por perdida
ya la di,
cuando el yugo
del esclavo,
como un bravo,
sacudí.

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

Son mi música mejor
aquilones,
el estrépito y temblor
de los cables sacudidos,
del negro mar los bramidos
y el rugir de mis cañones.

Y del trueno
al son violento,
y del viento
al rebramar,
yo me duermo
sosegado,
arrullado
por el mar.

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar

rhodamane just made a post recently in which the subject of the newly opened Beard Papa creampuffery came up! Apparently the yopened one in NYC, it has bene open almost a week, and I haven’t been yet. Anyone else up for some cavity makers? (US company site)

In other news, I have had lots of stress and strikeouts this week – I got 0 done last night of note, and work has been a morass – I am just hoping I can meet all my deadlines head on.

I am going home now – perhaps more later.

gotta love mondays:

[10:40] Aesmodeus: As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives. Every wife had seven sacks, every sack had seven cats, every cat had seven kittens. Kittens, cats, sacks, and wives, how many were going to St. Ives?
[10:43] womlin07: 2,753
[10:43] Aesmodeus: 1
[10:43] womlin07: son of a bitch
[10:44] womlin07: bahskfla;ghdlalugbladbbjafljag

Had a eventful weekend. Went downtown on Sat and met up with , , the murnkaywife, and for the first time, (who seemed an interesting fellow).

good chinese, lots of fun walking around – oregano/schwag orange chocolate anti-beans, The Passion of the Lethal Mad Max Christ, and other general hijynx. then i went to apartment 48 to hang out with for a lil bit, then home.

was laid up mos tof the day with a migraine, but she and i got some good netflixin in this past week. Last week, during the week, I subjected chellez to “Who’s Harry Crumb?” which, unfortunately, like”Hot to Trot” has gotten horribly more lame as time has advanced.

We saw “Meet Joe Black” on Friday, which I have seen before, but enjoyed thuroughly again. It is definitely not for everyone, but I love Anthony Hopkins, and he is damn good in that movie.

Saturday night, we watched “Le Fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain” which was really impressively good. It had Jamel Debbouze in it, who I could not place at the time, but who I really liked in “Le Boulet“.

Sunday was busy day – with the help of and we managed to aquire all the shelving needed to complete the kitchen sotrage, as well as some bathroom shelves, and additonal shelves for the armoire serving as out pantry. We aslo got a steal on some vinyl shades, and managed to do the whole thing for less than 150$ (after a 10% coupon thanks to USPS).

This week : Lock installation, book unpacking, and organizing my goddamn clothes.

Sorry I been scarce, that will change soon!

the person in the apartment above us decided that 11:30 is the best time of day to practice doing some heavy tribal beats on a serious bongo set. our windows were moving… tired today.

So, I walked to work today for the first time in a decade. Made it in about 20 minutes too – not to shabby for a lardass commuter.

The move went better than I could have hoped for – our moving co (Joshua Movers) not only saved our bacon after the idiocy antics of last week, but they managed to get us moved more quickly than any other move I have ever made. Furthermore their dispatcher was extremely polite and friendly, going well above-and-beyond to get us what we needed.

Yeah, so enough plugging.

The apartment is great – the kitchen and bathrooms are going to be tight until some extra shelving can be procured, but other
than that things are wonderful. Send good vibes to though, who is at the doc right now trying to treat the plague that brought her low through the stress, wear and tear of our move.

Now, to unpacking – and housewarming plans!

In other news, LOTR kicked major ass at the Oscars last night. I am not an Academy kinda guy, in fact, I pretty much dislike Hollywood culture, despite liking some of the things it produces – less so in recent years than younger ones though. It did my heart good though, to see a geek flick finally win over the stupid judges.