so many things i want to write about...
how i drive like mario andretti in the middle of a 72 hour coke binge.
how politics are bullshit, this country is run by lobbyists and special interests groups.
how i really want to have a decent relationship with someone.
how i'd really like to just blame everything on france. (who began the panama canal? france. who finished it? united states. who was defeated within moments of World War I starting? france. who bailed them out? united states. who was defeated within moments of World War II starting? france. who bailed them out? united states. who refused to return a huge monetary loan for that one? france. who began vietnam? france. who tried to finish vietnam? united states. who left the UN, thumbed their noses at it and then weaseled their way back in when they realized they couldn't get by? france. so fuck france and their snobby cheese.)
how i have a file on my desktop where i just write the weird little thoughts i have.
how you better not rip that idea off.
yes, you.
not you. YOU.
how i wonder why when my mother cooks, the food has to approach the surface temperature of the sun.
how i used to have a sniglets book.
budweiser, hotdogs, porn and a shotgun: the most american you'll ever be.
how i read too much into things.
how your mom talks like teddy ruxpin.
how i can relate to the book microserfs way more than i'd like to admit. (nerd!)
how people don't believe me when i tell them i've never been to a strip club.
how i think most of my blogs are pointless.
like this one.
Month: January 2003
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now with links! -
legacy
i never did know a whole lot about my father. he was he was quiet, strong and massive - a man who took up the room no matter how big it was or who else was in it. the only way i can illustrate it is to ask you to go stand in front of a mac truck - that's what standing in front of him was like for me.
my mother and i only know a few stories about him from when he was growing up; it wasn't something he told me or her a whole lot about. he was a construction worker most of his life, working part time during highschool with his step father. one saturday, my father and him were doing roofing and my father smashed his thumb with the hammer. the inevitable swearing followed. without a word, his step father climbed down the ladder, kicked it over and said he'd be back at 6:00pm, when my father "had the roof done and had learned to control his mouth". so my father finished the roof by himself, stranded in the summer heat for close to 9 hours.
the other stories i know are better; how he was in highschool, got pissed at the nun teaching him and hurled an inkwell out the window, which wound up landing on the principles car; how he hit 70 mph on a median (in NYC) because he was sick of waiting in traffic. when he and my mother and her best friend would use a rowboat to go bar hopping in howard beach when the ocean and saltwater canals had flooded everything. stories from the bar in flushing he used to hang out at, stories from the bar he owned in flushing. how he got pissed at the movers when him and my mother were moving into their first home - they dropped the refrigerator; he picked it up (by himself), put it back on the truck and told them to do it the right way. they did.
a few other ones as well.
for a while, my father was also a steel worker - building the iron beam skeletons of some of the buildings still standing in new york. i don't know any of the buildings he worked on, but i know one thing he did work on - the throgs neck bridge. i find a strange comfort in knowing that my fathers hands helped to complete something so permanent.
throgs neck bridge, queens new york
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-achoo!-
my lemony enemy
sore throat - check
runny nose - check
sneezing - check
upset stomach - check
theraflu is hot lemonade like being mugged is a swedish massage.
first time in 2 or 3 years i've gotten sick. that's what i get for stopping my workouts and partying rock star-style for my birthday.
woe is me!
woe is me!
ps - thank for the birthday wishes, everyone who left a comment. thank you. -
thanks to p_k, i'm going to be chanting "gonads and strife, gonads and strife, gonads and strife" in my head all. damn. day. arrrrrrgh.
on another note, tomorrow is my birthday
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4:13pm
tonite, in lieu of a creatively written entry, i've started drinking and will document it. update soon.
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leave comments or IM me...i'll be here all nite, folks.
disclaimer: in a few hours i might not make any sense, but i'd sure love to talk to you.
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4:27pm
1 down.
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5:06pm
3 down.
watching dragon ball z. probably the least sense making cartoon ever made. do they ever stop fighting?
5:47pm
4 down.
decided to slow down the drinking a little. i don't want to get trashed before everyone is thoroughly entertained.
listening to bedroom heroes. nice meandering guitar work.
messaging with cravenstorm.
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6:27pm
5 down.
went form tv to music back to tv. boreboredbored. ben affleck actually looks like the daredevil character. ithink there's a bottle of scotch around here.
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6:29pm
5 down.
Richard The Jinx: i'm hungry abut i don't want to eat cause i'll get sober
PolarisKitten: (hehe)
PolarisKitten: that is a problem
Richard The Jinx: and my readers will mock me
PolarisKitten: for being sober?
Richard The Jinx: yes
Richard The Jinx: for being a lame ass
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6:52pm
6 down.
americas funnniest videos is baffling me. polaris kitty is intent on defamation of character and/or touching me in my provate places. i'm still hungry but i will not let my readers down. almost fell out of my chair a minute ago. damn wheels.
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7:20pm
6 down.
tipsyish. after some intense deliberations, polaris kitty and i are going to raches vlog anf trash her comments section. we're rock stars like that.
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8:26pm
ate dinner. i'm sobering up. i tried to make you guys happy, but i just couldn't do it. i'm so very sorry.
in other news, polaris kitten and i partially trashed both riottgyrrrl's and rache's blog -
we'll see if this becomes a weekly or bi-weekly blog...music reviews!
headphones v1.0
me without you
first one up, me without you. the music is noisy, fuzzy, fugazi influenced hardcore. the vocals switch between frustrated rambling spoken word and screaming with intelligently written lyrics. they remind me of jello biafra, but without the political lyrical content and the whining, spastic voice cracking.
standout track: gentlemen
3 out of 5.
link
bedroom heroes
where has this band been hiding? i've been listening to them almost nonstop for the last 3 days. sweet and mellow guitar pop, with bits and pieces of electronic sounds, and some really nice dynamic changes. music to wake up and fall asleep to. someone said the vocals sound a bit like morrissey, but i don't hear it.
standout track(s): june(call us walking), second hand
4 out of 5
link
houston
self described as "minneapolis meth lab rawk", these guys are kind of hard to describe. complex, math rock rhythms and changes, drastic dynamic changes (the ever popular quiet twinkling guitar parts into crashing torrents of distortion) and some neat effects. i can hear a slight chevelle-tool influence in the music, but not an outright ripoff. hypnotic and hectic vocals add up to some really good tracks. the newer songs are a more refined approach and are definitely catchier than the older ones.
standout track: ugly tree
3 out of 5
link
holland
in the great deluge of new found glory and thursday emo clones, comes another one. holland isn't doing anything new or exciting musically, but they do stand a little apart from the rest. taking a more melodic, less punk, midtempo approach they do it much better (or at least more tolerable) than the rest. if you've ever heard of the band hankshaw, imagine taking their record and playing it at 33 1/3 instead of 45.
standout track: shine like stars
2 out of 5
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(dis)abilities
on monday i started working at a local not for profit organization, working with people with disabilities. all i can say is that these people leave me amazed, in awe, in wonderment.
i realized how alienated from society they are. how most people consider people with disabilities as second class citizens.
in the last 4 days, i've learned that they are not second class citizens, they are first class citizens of the highest order. they've overcome limitations, be it traumatic brain injury, blindness, deafness, down's syndrome, mental retardation, just to do something most of us despise, if not take for granted. to go to work. to have a job. to be a productive member of society.
and i tell you what - the next time you see a person with disabilites bagging groceries, serving fast food, washing dishes....don't you fucking dare feel sorry for them. be proud of them. take inspiration from them. they've worked harder than you can imagine to be there, to be in society, to be productive.
tuesday evening, i left work crying at just how amazing these people are.
in the last 4 days, i've done a lot of thinking - a whole lot of thinking. this is where i was meant to be. and no, i won't be buying a cd. i'll be buying an american sign language book.
oddly enough, this was the first thing i read this morning.
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