the desire to stay loan free has turned me into a monster.
avg. temp in my apt for last month was 47F. all of my silverware [and pepper] is stolen. i haven't done laundry since labor day (so, like 2 months ago) and probably won't until thanksgiving. i lack one working light bulb, so i rotate the ones that work into fixtures i am near. and i'm interested in learning how to siphon gas, with some class.
i'm waiting for a family member to win the lotto.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
my friend sam.
so our boy brian is getting married out in manchester (new hamp). sammy, out of dc, is meeting up. here's a little dialogue...
Sams: Brian is getting amrried this weekend
Sams: Brian is getting amrried this weekend
me: wtf?
hahhahaha
nah dude
you drunk?
his wed is on oct 31
right?
Sams: it is
holy shit
me: hahah
you didn't F up on tix did you?
Sams: yes I did
me: dude....
DOOOODE
so you got a nice weeekend planned in manchester this wknd...
Sams: kill me
Sams: FML
Sams: FML
I'm functionally retarded
maybe not functional
me: hahaha
i think you're awesome
Sams: well, I appreciate that
me: hopefully you can just make a phone call and get the dates switched
Sams: no
have to go this weekend
cat is also meeting my parents
who are there
Sams: maybe my brain made them the same date out of convenience
Sams: maybe my brain made them the same date out of convenience
me: yeah, that sounds logical
Sams: right...
me: epic, man
so you going to come out to the wedding too?
you'll get to hear me frack a bit on the piccolo
Sams: ooo
Sams: ooo
nice
yeah
I'm going to try my hardest
me: word
i'm sure brian will understand either way
Sams: yeah
he knows I'm an EFFING SPACE CADET
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
re-blog
i'm sure you've all seen this. props to heavy p, aka not phillin it. anyway, don't bother, google fixed it.
iowa city. notes off the top of my head.
so i'm going back to school. [O]G-school - for trumpet. playing the faculty quintet. getting a masters degree. downside: iowa. upside: getting paid.
it's funny how fond of madison i've become after leaving for a smaller city. ugh.
here goes. unedited. uncensored. my list.
first, iowa city doesn't pick up your fucking glass or plastic recycling. makes me wonder how a city that's trying to get all eco thinks that college white boys even give a damn after they throw a house party. and for those of us who do recycle, we're all driving to a site just so we can do our part. and for those of us who see this driving plague will bike our shit there - but taking 30+ bottles of beer (2 week solo record, thank you) in a chrome bag sucks, and somehow gets wet.
second, those college white boys. jesus.
third, jesus. i guess i shouldn't be surprised, leaving madison, a bubble city of liberals w/ loose church attendance. anyway, iowa's supposed to be progressive, right? ugh.
fourth, i've totally transformed back into a huge nerd who gets a week ahead in class and participates in class. i've even caught myself re-writing class notes. gross.
fifth, why do people drink coffee in iowa? it's half piss half bourguignon vomit, swill. cafes have pour over stations for super fresh coffee right? then why can't they grind fresh? a pourover w/ 110 degree water and moist, clumpy grounds is bush league. spro ain't much to talk about either.
sixth, i have all this coffee, but never got a fucking grinder. now i have a grinder, but no fucking teapot. pouring 200 degree water from a 5 quart le creuset into a single pourover filter sucks. and burns.
seventh, everybody bikes on the sidewalk!
eighth, i'm walking on the sidewalks! now that i'm back in school, i'm walking more! i've never walked so much in my life - it sucks fat, and i'm biking much less - mainly because i'm carrying 4 horns on my back and a freitag full of books. so bogus. my shoes are wearing out fast too. suck.
ninth, anybody know of the 'brothers' bro-bar chain? well, there are like 20 of those here, w/ the right kind of clientele.
tenth, farmer's market in a parking garage? give me a break. a chinese woman selling egg rolls at 7:30am next to an apple orchard farmer? fuck.
there are good things here too. the trumpet studio is good, the brass faculty is amazing, and the kids that i've befriended definitely stand apart from any of the things mentioned above. there's a co-op. grocery store 1 block down sells fernet. so i guess this ends the whining and complaining.
i'm not homesick [anymore], but i do miss good spro, real food, and the kids.
safe.
it's funny how fond of madison i've become after leaving for a smaller city. ugh.
here goes. unedited. uncensored. my list.
first, iowa city doesn't pick up your fucking glass or plastic recycling. makes me wonder how a city that's trying to get all eco thinks that college white boys even give a damn after they throw a house party. and for those of us who do recycle, we're all driving to a site just so we can do our part. and for those of us who see this driving plague will bike our shit there - but taking 30+ bottles of beer (2 week solo record, thank you) in a chrome bag sucks, and somehow gets wet.
second, those college white boys. jesus.
third, jesus. i guess i shouldn't be surprised, leaving madison, a bubble city of liberals w/ loose church attendance. anyway, iowa's supposed to be progressive, right? ugh.
fourth, i've totally transformed back into a huge nerd who gets a week ahead in class and participates in class. i've even caught myself re-writing class notes. gross.
fifth, why do people drink coffee in iowa? it's half piss half bourguignon vomit, swill. cafes have pour over stations for super fresh coffee right? then why can't they grind fresh? a pourover w/ 110 degree water and moist, clumpy grounds is bush league. spro ain't much to talk about either.
sixth, i have all this coffee, but never got a fucking grinder. now i have a grinder, but no fucking teapot. pouring 200 degree water from a 5 quart le creuset into a single pourover filter sucks. and burns.
seventh, everybody bikes on the sidewalk!
eighth, i'm walking on the sidewalks! now that i'm back in school, i'm walking more! i've never walked so much in my life - it sucks fat, and i'm biking much less - mainly because i'm carrying 4 horns on my back and a freitag full of books. so bogus. my shoes are wearing out fast too. suck.
ninth, anybody know of the 'brothers' bro-bar chain? well, there are like 20 of those here, w/ the right kind of clientele.
tenth, farmer's market in a parking garage? give me a break. a chinese woman selling egg rolls at 7:30am next to an apple orchard farmer? fuck.
there are good things here too. the trumpet studio is good, the brass faculty is amazing, and the kids that i've befriended definitely stand apart from any of the things mentioned above. there's a co-op. grocery store 1 block down sells fernet. so i guess this ends the whining and complaining.
i'm not homesick [anymore], but i do miss good spro, real food, and the kids.
safe.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
7. SEVEN. 7.
first post of the new year...i couldn't wait:
ONLY SEVEN MORE DAYS OF BUSH!!!!!!!
count'em.
Monday, December 1, 2008
prop8
so a lot has happened since this overdue post (no apologies). america elected president obama. alaskan sen. ted stevens lost his seat but may have retained his stained glass windows. bradbury's and co. took a trip to viroqua, wi to do a cupping and meet the talent behind kickapoo coffee (and drink beer in a cemetery). on a lower key, i took an audition in d.c. - i would have told you if i won, so keep to your seat.
on a similarly sad note, california dropped the ball and prop 8 passed, banning same-sex marriages. i know it has been almost a month since the election, but this is still bothering me.
a good friend of mine turned me onto this editorial by mr. keith olbermann...
as always, mr. olby is emotional and gushy - but he says it right. it is inconceivable how america can elect a black man as its executive, but can't allow gays and lesbians equal rights as everyone else.
he also talks about love. something that supporters of prop8 seem to disregard. when he discusses sham marriages and forced marriages, i couldn't help but think of sarah palin's pregnant daughter, bristol. throughout september, the palin-mccain't campaign said that bristol would get married to the father of her child. true love.
if a 17 year old nobody is forced into a marriage by her parents due to a pregnancy ignited by "hey, i think you're pretty, let's take a study break...", then who could possibly stand in the way of two professionals who contribute to their communities, who are seeking a same-sex marriage? or a lesbian retired couple who have been together for over sixty years, who go to church, and are seeking the spousal rights that are missing from civil unions that marriage offers?
ugh.
on a similarly sad note, california dropped the ball and prop 8 passed, banning same-sex marriages. i know it has been almost a month since the election, but this is still bothering me.
a good friend of mine turned me onto this editorial by mr. keith olbermann...
as always, mr. olby is emotional and gushy - but he says it right. it is inconceivable how america can elect a black man as its executive, but can't allow gays and lesbians equal rights as everyone else.
he also talks about love. something that supporters of prop8 seem to disregard. when he discusses sham marriages and forced marriages, i couldn't help but think of sarah palin's pregnant daughter, bristol. throughout september, the palin-mccain't campaign said that bristol would get married to the father of her child. true love.
if a 17 year old nobody is forced into a marriage by her parents due to a pregnancy ignited by "hey, i think you're pretty, let's take a study break...", then who could possibly stand in the way of two professionals who contribute to their communities, who are seeking a same-sex marriage? or a lesbian retired couple who have been together for over sixty years, who go to church, and are seeking the spousal rights that are missing from civil unions that marriage offers?
ugh.
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