31 May 2006
I Touch Myself?
The Rock Show, a re-juvenating experience
I forgot how simple things could be out of the city... in a good way. I ate about five meals at the rock show, none of which required any sort of involved deliberation to order. "eh, we just got the chicken tender platter. time for a jumbo hot dog?" they came with fries. the kind you eat with ketchup... and maybe mustard if you are feeling saucy. not the belgian kind that requires an effortful decision. curry ketchup? horseradish cream? pesto mayo? onion-infused balsamic parmesan basil vinegarette? shortly before the dog and platter, we had exchanged few words: "it's damn hot out. let's look for funnel cake." and we did this all, slowly.
everyone at the show seemed more concerned with quality of life and living for the moment, splurging for the $10 cigar which may or may not have been used for other purposes, blowing up colorful balloons which may or may not have been used for other purposes. and even spending lots of money on super expensive food and beer that wasn't all that great only because it tasted good.
I was a dirtbag and walked around with my pants rolled up and nearly barefoot. (you should've seen the water after I washed the jeans). it was great! I enjoyed all the small nuances of not being in the city. ... a nice break!
speaking of simplicity, how about the language and format of this fine piece of elementary writing effort?
25 May 2006
Today's song is...
did it all
for the glory
- New Found Glory version of COURSE... complete with ::claps::!!!
24 May 2006
References VI, Washington, D.C.
W a-s-h i-n-g t-o-n, baby, D.C.!
W a-s-h i-n-g t-o-n, baby, D.C.!
It's paradise to me
It's not because it is the grand old seat
Of precious freedom and democracy
No, no, no
It's not the greenery turning gold in fall
The scenery circling the Mall
It's just that's where my baby lives
Aa discussed with a friend yesterday, "yes, it is amusing to be extremely juvenile."
23 May 2006
On Repeat, Dazed
why don't you find out for yourself?"
You should try it. It is a super way to simulate jet lag. Several whom have heard this story predict that I will crash at about 2pm. We will see what happens!
21 May 2006
Confession III, Chronic Polychron
I studied a bit of this in a class, but did a quick Internet search out of curiosity after having not read anything about polychrons in a while. Here's what I found which I thought interesting:
... a white paper that proposed the following hypothesis surrounding polychrons:
Persons who are more polychronic (Polychrons) would be expected to be more likely to:
a.) reschedule activities in response to demands;
b.) think of other things while doing something;
c.) combine routine tasks to free time for important tasks;
d.) have a flexible schedule; that is, not planning exactly when to do each thing;
e.) want to do several things at a time; i.e., not consider it to be fun to do one thing at a time;
f.) break projects into parts; and
g.) often change from one activity to another during the day.
Perception of Time & Priorities: Polychronic vs. Monochronic (from hackvan.com)
Do one thing at a time
Concentrate on the job
Take time commitments (deadlines, schedules) seriously
Are low-context and need information
Are committed to the job
Adhere religiously to plans
Are concerned about not disturbing others; follow rules of privacy and consideration
Show great respect for private property; seldom borrow or lend
Are accustomed to short-term relationships
Do many things at once
Are highly distractible and subject to interruptions
Consider time commitments an objective to be achieved, if possible
Are high-context and already have information
Are committed to people and human relationships
Change plans often and easily
Are more concerned with those who are closely related (family, friends, close business associates) than with privacy
Borrow and lend things often and easily
Base promptness on the relationship
Have strong tendency to build lifetime relationships
18 May 2006
Fascist Capitalists IV, World Travel
16 May 2006
Gray II, If I wanted this weather, I'd have moved to Seattle
I will pay everyone a quarter for each repetition of "the rain drops" they are willing to buy out of my head so I can quit singing it and focus on what I need to be doing. Bidding starts now!
Actually, make that a dime. That phrase must be repeated at LEAST 50 times in the song.
Bandwagon Venting III, Pieces of Shit
On a similar note... it's a good thing my G-string is broken, else I'd be screwing around right now. As in, the G-string on my guitar, sicko.
I don't think I can do another 4am-er. My only thought comfort is that perhaps someone else might also be Sensing Some Dread at the moment?
Fascist Capitalists III, The Crumbly Ceiling
A Costa Rican boy named David lives upstairs now. I had a leak in my ceiling a couple of months ago when he moved in, but before that I hadn't had any problems for the many years that I've lived in this place (the kids are all grown up now). It has stopped leaking since, but I have a bad feeling it is a BLEVE waiting to happen. ... Look it up on the Internet.
He says he practices scuba diving upstairs. Do you think he would mind if I asked him to not fill up the tub as much before he gets in with his tank and flippers?
15 May 2006
14 May 2006
References V, Return of The Jewel
Movement III, Changing the Titles
Bandwagon Love Profession
13 May 2006
Bandwagon Willies II
12 May 2006
11 May 2006
Bandwagon Venting II
"He's like Rainman... without the Math skills."
Bandwagon Chatter VI, Part Deux
Bandwagon Chatter VI
Side question - I had discussed this with a friend before and I must credit her with the observation : why do adults call computers machines? (How do you punctuate that last question?) As in, "my machine isn't working." Or, "I have to load something onto my machine." Or, "I am getting a new machine." I picture a machine as just being something metal that works by itself and does something for you. Hello! we are out of the Roaring 20's and the Era of Yankee Ingenuity. Stop using that word!
10 May 2006
Bandwagon Bloopers III
08 May 2006
Anyhow, as I contemplated my post while tossing about in bed from the kilo of Hawaiian Supremo I had at around 6pm (yup, it's well-after 2am), my thoughts digressed and I started to have other flashbacks. I laughed to myself for a good 10 minutes-- again, probably due to the kilo-- and finally acquiesced [um, with myself] to sit and post.
Conversation was provocative at the art table. Like, when we would have ridiculous gossip and listen to Shauna* talk about how she made "How To" home sex videos while her mom laughed. Yes, she actually was quite a normal person. She was always quick with dry-humor, usually used in a caustic way to hurt people's feelings. One time, she nonchalantly stopped coloring in the middle of a conversation we were having about people's parents and said, "Josh - your mom looks like she's pregnant." His pushed through his lisp : "That's so mean!" I'm not sure if I laughed really hard because of her comment. Or because of the pause that took place between her comment and his. Or because of the expression on his face. But it was funny. It still is.
Yup, it disjointedly ends here. The rest of this story has been erased as it was judged by some pre-readers to be too controversial. I apologize for the inconvenience.
* Some names have been changed to protect the unsuspecting.
07 May 2006
Confession II, Part Deux
Okay. Yes, the actual confession portion of this post is that I keep logging onto my blog to procrastinate by interacting with myself. That's how much it means to me, NOT to do this reading. Said like: "110%! I will give you a 110% of what we make at the door. That's how much it means to me, NOT to hear you play." -JC, High Fidelity
Having learned twice as much.
Void of gestures, of words, of looks, of such.
to your half-hearted touch.
Evidence: This will be my third dis-jointed post in a span of approximately 7 minutes. Stay tuned for approximately 3 more... give or take.
Bet III, Part Deux
that I have got the stomach
calling you right now.
- Saves the Day
06 May 2006
Today is the day.
My co-bookie and I are considering the following prospects :
Sinister (Ref: Bet; 17 April 2006)
We plan to scam all of our friends by betting on the aforementioned horses... and by strongly urging them to not bet on the aforementioned horses. I plan to retire today.
Umm... so what time is the race? ... And how do we bet?
04 May 2006
That day, he asks you if you can still meet up. He proposes a time that is fairly early in the evening for going out. You have a dinner appointment, so you tell him that you won't be back by that time, but probably 1 - 1.5 hours later. He suggests you call him on his cell if he is not at the hotel bar.
You get back to the hotel much later than anticipated at around 10:30pm. You reluctantly do a sweep of the hotel bar for fear that he will be there with at least 11 other men talking about golf who are decently inebriated by that hour. He is not there. ... Do you call his cell?
02 May 2006
I have recently had intensified encounters with someone who has such an incredible talent to be annoying, it makes my skin ache. It radiates like the Doppler-effect as he approaches to initiate conversation at a party to the point where your brain pulsates like a loud firedrill test on a day when you're hungover. You just can't escape.
This has made me a smarter person-- more elusive, more sly, more flexible-- I find myself thinking of ways to get out of interactive situations. Even hypothetical ones that would never happen. (Or could they? since he has a tendency to just show up in unexpected places).
"Wanna play catch?"
I then sacrifice my pride of being a decent athlete by throwing the ball very hard and very off-target so that it goes rolling down the flat field with unchaseable momentum. I lie down in the grass and rest some. Approximate buy time : 10 minutes.
"Surprise, I am sky-diving on your plane too!" He pops out from behind a large backpack.
On the way down, I risk my life by pulling my chute 5,000 ft higher than I should so I can drift in the middle of the sky for about a mile longer. Approximate buy time : 1 hour.
"Want to be in my insurance- company- simulation group?"
I volunteer immediately to play the role of the broker and leave the table to "generate business". Approximate buy time : How much time is alotted to the group activity?
"Do you wanna get a drink?"
"... Sounds good."
I offer to get the drink but passively wave two quarters at the bartender to get her attention so that she does not help me. I act impatient. He comes over to ask what is taking so long and I suggest that he give it a try as he might have better luck. I step far off to the side so as to not get in the way. Approximate buy time : 15 mins + 7 mins = 22 mins.
01 May 2006
"Let's see now... hold on... sautéed jumbo shrimps with asparagus butter cream, garlic, parsley, _________, over a bed of orzo. ... wait a minute, what's that?? sautéed jumbo shrimps with... oh, so I guess that is the special. The shrimps. And then orzo-- I don't know what THAT is."
"Oh, it's a type of small pasta."
I go with the roast chicken... because she does not eat seafood and thus doesn't recommend the salmon.
"Do you have sparkling water?"
"Yes we do! We have Perrier which is the smaller bottle. And then the larger is the Pinot Grigio*."
"Uhh... I'll take the larger, please..."
*To clarify-- the Pinot Grigio would have a better effect if written as "Pinogrigio" which I had initially wanted to do, but I was fearful that readers would think me stupid. Though, I guess if my readers were to be unsuspecting of intentional misspelling, I would want to put up a firewall to block their access to this blog anyway.