is that it blows.
I went into it thinking I would see some hookers and some sad old guys shriveling over slot machines but I didn't anticipate how dirty the city would be. Not only did it have litter everywhere, but it smelled like feces. And the worst thing of all was seeing minority people passing out prostitution cards, as if it were their only option for putting food on the table.
I was overwhelmed with the facade of it all. Oh yeah, and that smell.
February 27, 2008
February 26, 2008
I'm in Deep Smit
I have fallen in love with Jimmy Kimmel, and his girlfriend is to blame.
I used to hate him by association because I cannot stand Adam Corolla (who co-starred with Kimmel on The Man Show, for those who don't know). So I refused to watch his show. But while doing a search for Sarah Silverman on youtube a few weeks back, I stumbled upon a few skits they did together on his show and I must say, I'm in deep smit. (another quote from So I Married an Axe Murdered, aka the best movie of all time.)
I used to hate him by association because I cannot stand Adam Corolla (who co-starred with Kimmel on The Man Show, for those who don't know). So I refused to watch his show. But while doing a search for Sarah Silverman on youtube a few weeks back, I stumbled upon a few skits they did together on his show and I must say, I'm in deep smit. (another quote from So I Married an Axe Murdered, aka the best movie of all time.)
February 22, 2008
A Day to Myself
It's a beautiful day and I've taken a day off from work to decompress. So why am I in front of the computer? Well, I'm trying to organize my pictures onto discs so I have enough room on the computer for photo-shop, which I've had for 2 months and haven't used yet.
I'm almost done and then it's outside for a walk.
It feels good to be home.
I'm almost done and then it's outside for a walk.
It feels good to be home.
February 13, 2008
One of Those Weeks
Sometimes it's as if time gives me a break just so it can shove a year's worth of crap in my face all at once. Last week was typical: gym, school, Justin, home, work. But this week will be slightly different. Tomorrow I have school, like usual, but Friday is where things get tricky.
Logic will be driving me to the airport early Friday morning and I'll fly out to Dallas to say my goodbyes to an ailing Grandpa while simultaneously hugging my mom and loving my sisters. On top of that, I'll be catching up with a brother that I haven't seen in five fucking years! (way too long) and his family.
Everyone will scatter back home three or four days later, except for me. You see, before my Grandpa had a stroke, I'd booked a trip to Vegas. The option of canceling presented itself but I'm figuring a few days in the sun might be just what I need after a tumultuous weekend. Logic will be flying into Sin City on Monday and spending the day with our friends but I won't arrive until Tuesday (ticket pricing, you know). Tuesday through Thursday will hopefully consist of a few drinks and a lot of pool-time. Then I fly home just in time to attend classes on the 21st.
Here's hoping the week after will be back to normal.
Logic will be driving me to the airport early Friday morning and I'll fly out to Dallas to say my goodbyes to an ailing Grandpa while simultaneously hugging my mom and loving my sisters. On top of that, I'll be catching up with a brother that I haven't seen in five fucking years! (way too long) and his family.
Everyone will scatter back home three or four days later, except for me. You see, before my Grandpa had a stroke, I'd booked a trip to Vegas. The option of canceling presented itself but I'm figuring a few days in the sun might be just what I need after a tumultuous weekend. Logic will be flying into Sin City on Monday and spending the day with our friends but I won't arrive until Tuesday (ticket pricing, you know). Tuesday through Thursday will hopefully consist of a few drinks and a lot of pool-time. Then I fly home just in time to attend classes on the 21st.
Here's hoping the week after will be back to normal.
February 08, 2008
The 40th Floor
Friday mornings are now becoming chat time with my friend, Liz. We both sneak out of our offices and meet at the Columbia Center (halfway between our buildings) for coffee and some girl talk. Yesterday our power went out and a few co-workers took me to that building (where my company has some offices) to take a peak at the Free Room. It's just as it sounds; rooms full of promo books and music - free for the taking. On that trip, I learned that TCC had a Starbucks on the 40th floor! We didn't have time to go there but when the option was presented this morning, Liz was as excited as I to see it.
So we took a special elevator, walked around the corner and there it was. 3 walls of windows overlooking the East view of downtown. It was pretty spectacular. Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of the interior, but here's a shot of the outside.
I think we have a new ritual.
So we took a special elevator, walked around the corner and there it was. 3 walls of windows overlooking the East view of downtown. It was pretty spectacular. Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of the interior, but here's a shot of the outside.
I think we have a new ritual.
February 05, 2008
Knock, Knock
Who's there?
It's me! Can you believe it!?!
I realize I've been phoning it in lately but I'm going to use the old tried-and-true school excuse.
Right now all my creative juices are being used to sound smart and witty in the classroom and there hasn't been any left over for this blog. So in honor of those juices that need to be reserved for academic purposes I am going to randomly write out the ideas swirling around in my noggin.
-Cable is the devil. Logic and I upgraded to the premium package and now have too much t.v. Between Orangutan Island, DIY, Sex in Independent Film (which was a little too graphic for my taste, actually), karaoke and even a yoga channel, I feel my soul depleting every time I hit the 'on' button.
-Vegas can't come soon enough; I haven't seen the sun in about 4 days now. February in the NW is a dirty bitch and I will be so glad to have a respite from it.
-It's amazing what a difference music makes during my work-outs. This morning I was struggling on the elliptical. I just wasn't feelin' it. But then (yeah, I'll admit it) Britney's "Break the Ice" came on and I was off and running. I get mesmerized by the beats and find my feet trying to stay in time.
-Every time I use a semi-colon ^(ex: "enough; I haven't") I hear Kurt Vonnegut in my head: "If you really want to hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be a homosexual, the least you can do is go into the arts. But do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites, standing for absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college."
-My mom buys me a calendar every year for my cube. This year's is Live With Intention and the quote for the month is: "At first glance I loved you with a thousand hearts". It makes me smile and miss her every time I see it.
It's me! Can you believe it!?!
I realize I've been phoning it in lately but I'm going to use the old tried-and-true school excuse.
Right now all my creative juices are being used to sound smart and witty in the classroom and there hasn't been any left over for this blog. So in honor of those juices that need to be reserved for academic purposes I am going to randomly write out the ideas swirling around in my noggin.
-Cable is the devil. Logic and I upgraded to the premium package and now have too much t.v. Between Orangutan Island, DIY, Sex in Independent Film (which was a little too graphic for my taste, actually), karaoke and even a yoga channel, I feel my soul depleting every time I hit the 'on' button.
-Vegas can't come soon enough; I haven't seen the sun in about 4 days now. February in the NW is a dirty bitch and I will be so glad to have a respite from it.
-It's amazing what a difference music makes during my work-outs. This morning I was struggling on the elliptical. I just wasn't feelin' it. But then (yeah, I'll admit it) Britney's "Break the Ice" came on and I was off and running. I get mesmerized by the beats and find my feet trying to stay in time.
-Every time I use a semi-colon ^(ex: "enough; I haven't") I hear Kurt Vonnegut in my head: "If you really want to hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be a homosexual, the least you can do is go into the arts. But do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites, standing for absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college."
-My mom buys me a calendar every year for my cube. This year's is Live With Intention and the quote for the month is: "At first glance I loved you with a thousand hearts". It makes me smile and miss her every time I see it.
February 04, 2008
Sarah Silverman
Searches that come up when looking for "Jesus is Magic"
* Sex * Lesbian * Vagina * Grandmother * Vaginal Sex* Hitler* Song* German* Pornography* Water* Comedian* Anal Sex* Bottled Water* Audience* Niece* Stand Up Comedy* Musical Number* Marijuana * Masturbation Scene* September 11 2001* Dressing Room* Friend* Gay Interest* Gay* Barbie * Death * African American* Jewish* Holocaust* Jew* Rape* Nazi* Pot* Racism* Post September 11 2001* Racist Joke* Bong* Music* Character Name In Title
Doesn't it just make you want to watch this with your parents?
* Sex * Lesbian * Vagina * Grandmother * Vaginal Sex* Hitler* Song* German* Pornography* Water* Comedian* Anal Sex* Bottled Water* Audience* Niece* Stand Up Comedy* Musical Number* Marijuana * Masturbation Scene* September 11 2001* Dressing Room* Friend* Gay Interest* Gay* Barbie * Death * African American* Jewish* Holocaust* Jew* Rape* Nazi* Pot* Racism* Post September 11 2001* Racist Joke* Bong* Music* Character Name In Title
Doesn't it just make you want to watch this with your parents?
February 01, 2008
Paul Celan
Fugue of Death
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
drink it and drink it
we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete
he writes it and walks from the house the stars glitter he whistles his dogs up
he whistles his Jews out and orders a grave to be dug in the earth
he commands us strike up for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink in the mornings at noon we drink you at nightfall
drink you and drink you
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete
Your ashen hair Shulamith we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there
He shouts stab deeper in earth you there and you others you sing and you play
he grabs at the iron in his belt and swings it and blue are his eyes
stab deeper your spades you there and you others play on for the dancing
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightfall
we drink you at noon in the mornings we drink you at nightfall
drink you and drink you
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents
He shouts play sweeter death's music death comes as a master from Germany
he shouts stroke darker the strings and as smoke you shall climb to the sky
then you'll have a grave in the clouds it is ample to lie there
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death comes as a master from Germany
we drink you at nightfall and morning we drink you and drink you
a master from Germany death comes with eyes that are blue
with a bullet of lead he will hit in the mark he will hit you
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
he hunts us down with his dogs in the sky he gives us a grave
he plays with the serpents and dreams death comes as a master from Germany
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith.
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
drink it and drink it
we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete
he writes it and walks from the house the stars glitter he whistles his dogs up
he whistles his Jews out and orders a grave to be dug in the earth
he commands us strike up for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink in the mornings at noon we drink you at nightfall
drink you and drink you
A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete
Your ashen hair Shulamith we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there
He shouts stab deeper in earth you there and you others you sing and you play
he grabs at the iron in his belt and swings it and blue are his eyes
stab deeper your spades you there and you others play on for the dancing
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightfall
we drink you at noon in the mornings we drink you at nightfall
drink you and drink you
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents
He shouts play sweeter death's music death comes as a master from Germany
he shouts stroke darker the strings and as smoke you shall climb to the sky
then you'll have a grave in the clouds it is ample to lie there
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death comes as a master from Germany
we drink you at nightfall and morning we drink you and drink you
a master from Germany death comes with eyes that are blue
with a bullet of lead he will hit in the mark he will hit you
a man in the house your golden hair Margarete
he hunts us down with his dogs in the sky he gives us a grave
he plays with the serpents and dreams death comes as a master from Germany
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith.
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