January 2010
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sitting in Student Union I, which is quickly becoming my go-to place to escape the rigors of campus. apparently, they’re building an expansion on the other side of the large, reinforced glass window that makes up the building’s west side. I can barely hear the ruckus through the thick panes, and the whole thing feels a bit like watching an enormous diorama or examining an enclosure at...
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“choo choo choo choo / beep beep”
– Deerhoof singer Satomi Matsuzaki’s onomatopoeic description of her home country, from ‘+81’
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sorry, been busy the past few days. work and cooking and playoffs and that sort of thing.
had dinner at Busboys and Poets (in Shirlington) on Saturday night, which was lovely. They managed to cram seven of us into a booth intended for five, and our server seemed less than excited for someone in a position to make such a considerable tip from a single table, but the food was quite good and the...
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okay.
week one of school: complete. current status: intact.
I really wanted to make that bolded text blink, but apparently the internet has moved on from the days of GeoCities and AngelFire and retina-searing HTML code. shame, really.
I’m pretty excited for all the ENGL (acronyms: good enough for catalog, good enough for me to blog) classes I’ve got lined up this semester....
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GOB: ...but it's not like 'envy', or even 'hungry'.
Michael: Could it be love?
GOB: I know what an erection feels like, Michael.
talktalktalktalktalktalktalk…
wish there was a better way to onomatopoetize the crushing murmur of 200 college students in a room, but there you go. waiting for evening lecture to start feels like sitting at an Apple keynote, though with less a chance of being wallet-raped afterward. actually, I’m going book-shopping, so nix that.
here goes.
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first day on campus in a while. it’s not the same cold-water splash as the first day after summer break, more like a slow, easy dip into a lukewarm lake after an algae bloom. same-as-usual mix of Adonal jocks and scruffy hipster-type males accompanied by a wide array of female breasts and bums on probationary display, peeking out hopefully like squirrels on the first day of spring....
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at the Gap with Nenny, playing Fashion Caesar and thumbing her selection of jeans one way or the other. to those about to strut and whirl, we salute you.
looking at all of these skinny-people clothes, of course, I get a little self-conscious about my own waistline, which has been slowly expanding over the past few years like a lump of sourdough resting. at some point, I need to quit the griping,...
rolled out of bed only an hour late this morning, which I consider an achievement given that I didn’t get to sleep until deep into the wee o’clocks. getting a few hours in at the virtual office, then off home to babysit the Kittymonster for the evening. also looking forward to the Cardiac Cards providing what will hopefully be a dazzling performance this afternoon.
and, oh yes, I...
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hammering away at work in anticipation of a quick evac tonight before my roommate’s semi-regular, always ear-crippling “JAMUARY” Rock Band II party (motto: “Why play sober?”) kicks off. will probably go shopping with watashi no kanojo and then hole up and watch a movie or something until the storm passes, or at least until it’s reached a sufficiently low...
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have a little free time between my work PC being locked up with a database process and my home machine more or less occupied by unmarking 140GB of files as ‘read only’. OK Go keeping me company for the time being. also listened to Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix earlier for the first time - pretty good, definite Of Montreal vibes, though with fewer lysergic freakouts. decided I’d save...
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Regina Spektor - Eet, from Far.
sure,...
“Youth, thou art entering a world of pain.
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And see what befalls sinners...”
– Two Gentlemen of Lebowski. (via photolodico)
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still alive. not giving up.
just arrived on the other side of a weekend full of football, excessive board-gaming (if such a thing can be said to exist) and Zoe Saldana in a 12-foot tall virtual cat-suit. if she doesn’t receive any praise for her performance in Avatar, she has, at the very least, cemented herself as a reigning geek goddess for the foreseeable future, or at least until the new Trek...
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waking up to a dusting of snow is always nice, although it didn’t particularly encourage me to husk myself from bed this morning. the touch of cool air wafting off the window next to my head was a particularly sly move on the part of whatever devils have recently possessed my sleep schedule. still, the power of Christ compels me, and I am up and about.
dinner tonight at Heibrau’s with...
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note: this particular bit of writing has been floating around on my computer(s) in various forms for years now, but after a decade of waffling I’m trying to finally buckle down and start producing something, so even if it’s only 50% new, dammit, I’m posting it. obviously, there’s more to come.
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It was late, and exactly the sort of deep blue spring evening...
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WatchThomas Keller, my new hero, makes herb-cheese gnocchi, then sautes them with wild mushrooms, squash, and minced herbs. Both recipes from Bouchon. Sorry for Epicurious’ obnoxious brand spamming.
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managed to miss the Trinity alumni brunch for the second year in a row. oops.
I guess several years of muttered complaints from the alumni themselves haven’t yet reached the ears of the TCS brass, as once again the event was inexplicably scheduled mid-morning on a workday. clearly, the logic involved here is beyond my scope of reasoning. they could, I guess, satisfy a certain sense of...
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Neko Case - This Tornado Loves You, from Middle...
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finally managed to tear myself out of bed this morning, which was a bit like removing a fresh scab. I gave myself a solid thirty minutes of lying there with my eyes shut, whimpering, but tossing off the blankets still felt like being sucked into free space. days like this I wish I’d bought myself one of those little Vietnamese coffee presses and a tin of Cafe du Monde. ride the chemical...
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and what better way to kick off the new year than lying in bed until guilt creeps in? feeling a bit of beached porpoise right now, though, groaningly stiff and ululating in pathetic undertone. motivation is scarce, but maybe I could dig deep and go take a walk. but that would involve leaving the blankets, and I’m not the sort who abandons his friends.
it occurred to me as I was sifting...