Mary… we need a kid so i can go watch stupid cartoons and not feel like a complete loser about the whole ordeal…
I watched Ice Age in the theater thinking it would be great because one of the voices was dennis leary, and it was ok. Of course it wasn’t because of dennis leary. He kinda sucked.
I saw incredibles and man i enjoyed that movie.
ah well…
Next? Thursday, the 21st of April, The Southwestern Review is hosting a poetry reading at 8:00 at chris’s poboys. This is the poetry reading i was telling you about.
DnD
Apparently no one pays attention to this either. Dissappointing. Thought someone might pick up on the pattern. Here is an idea. Why not make it more blatant? perhaps they will pick up on it then.
Heaven got a net to stop nasty people from entering.
So this time instead of using simply one space i will use the combined space of two lines of dialogue on the main page for the absent text. Who knows this might cause enough of a stir.
So it came to my attention that my queen is angry with me for my gblog’s neglectance toward her day of birth. I told you guys what i did for her last birthday, but i never explicitly came out and said happy birthday to her, or did I. I called her and talked with her for several hours before her class, even though she didn’t go to class, and then i called her back that night and several hours later went to sleep. Not to mention, last time i was in new york we celebrated her birthday early so i could kind of be there with her. I know it isn’t the same, but given the time money and effort put into the affair it should count toward something.
Is it working can you read me? I really don’t care that you neglected my birthday on your blog. I’m not sure why i’m being such an asshole in this next paragraph. Just mark it up for me being an asshole. I still love you.
But let us backup for a moment. I’m not one to point out the lack of equal treatment, but well ok i am. I remember my birthday specifically. It wasn’t so great. I even remember a certain individual’s blog silent on the occurence of my birthday. I’m just pointing out, that perhaps complaints should not be lodged till a full evaluation of the situation is at hand.
In the end you are a gorgeous woman, Mary. I am lucky to have you. I appologize i didn’t have the means to make your birthday a lot more special then it was.
I LEFT my damn cell phone at home again. i need a chain for the damn thing.
Hello Mary. You realize i Love you right? I
I seriously need to figure out how i’m moving my stuff to New York.
Am the child in the wind and the heart on a string
I would like to rent a car and drive up there but the cost is going to be too much for me to bear by myself.
Protective of the progress i make and enduring
I would like to ship all of it, but it means leaving a lot behind.
Penelope’s abstract attempts at ontological status, ha HA.
I would like to just leave it all behind and simply purchase all new goods once i get there. *haha — i would love to but it would require a large influx of cash.. perhaps if i liquidated all my items for cash… perhaps… perhaps not*
You know i have had so many beautiful moments with you. Have a beautiful
All the same the world is moving on. I saw a great film yesterday. It was the most realistic portrayal of samurai life i’ve ever seen. IT demonstrates the class structure of samurai and how they organized themselves within the clan itself, and then also gave a damn good representation of fuedalism.
Birthday.
I suggest watching The Twilight Samurai.
Read the extended version… i want to show you something that will probably depress the shit out of you… of course we can stick our fingers in our ears and hum really loudly as though we don’t read/hear anything bad… hear no evil.. see no evil… etc.
Continue reading “All i can say is… Michael… don’t kill me…”
So here we go i have four stories. I will tell them one after the other. In the extended portion of this entry i will tell the details behind the stories. The details are unimportant. The stories i will tell are stories that are not original. They really occured in one form or another. The truth is there. (remember i’m transposing most of this from a source listed int he Extended Entry section. Mainly i am awestruck by the sheer measure of the situation and put this before you, placing you in the position of reactionary.)
Story One: The Subway.
You step on the subway right outside the staten island ferryt and head up town. Your on the 1 line heading to times square, which is on the 42nd street stop. As you pass the chambers street a curious occupant steps aboard. He is wearing what appears to be a three piece suit, yet he is missing a piece. Namely he is missing his pants. The subway continues down the path and and at the next stop, another pantless individual steps aboard. The people around you giggle. A few stare, and avert their eyes. Moments pass and stop after stop, more pantless individuals step aboard your car. Some comedic moments are shared between the pantless and panted occupants but the absurdity of the situation is never brought up. Finally at 33rd street a vendor walks on board. The vendor begins selling these pantless individuals, their much needed clothing- pants. Slowly the crowd dissipates as though nothing absurd went on.
Story Two: Starbucks, the true end of the universe.
After purchasing your coffee you sit down to look at this book that has been newly acquired from the local Straume’s discount bookstore. After reading the first page you get restless and scan your surroundings. Some cute people are sitting around you and a few that you assume to be college students. You overhear a conversation coming from the line formed near the counter. One voice you hear cut across the room is the voice of a young woman clearly stating, “I can’t believe you’re doing this.” You watch as she darts out of line and out of the door with the distressed husband calling after her, “Come back!… Come back here!… Katie!” Returning to your book you hear the melody of the entertainer floating through the air. Moments pass by and you hear the chorus of “shiny happy people” being blasted by this guy as he cuts across the starbuck’s room. A sneeze echoes across the room and you decide to say, “gazunheit” because your nice like that. (don’t knock it i could make you an asshole if i wanted)
You get halfway down the page and you hear distinctly the following dialogue:
Girl: Stop!
Boy: You promised you would never smoke around me.
Girl: I’m not!
Boy: You promised you wouldn’t let me see these. (tries to snatch them again.)
Girl: I can’t believe you’re doing this!
Boy: (yelling) Come back!… Come back here!… Katie!
As the door closes you hear the entertainer tune cutting across the room. You catch a guy standing up and crossing toward the bathroom and then sitting back down. The man holding the boombox crosses the store with the chorus to “Shiny Happy People” playing, and a sneeze occurs again followed moments later by the clearing of a throat.
Putting the book down you see the couple walk back in and take up position in the line in front of the counter. In the corner of your eye you see a guy spill his coffee and walk to the island for napkins and clean up his mess. Meanwhile you hear the conversation between the man and woman begin:
Boy: You can’t smoke in here, Katie.
Girl: I’m not smoking. I’m just getting my phone.
Boy: Give me those (tries to snatch the pack)
Girl: Stop!
Boy: You promised you would never smoke around me.
Girl: I’m not!
Boy: You promised you wouldn’t let me see these. (tries to snatch them again.)
Girl: I can’t believe you’re doing this!
Boy: (yelling) Come back!… Come back here!… Katie!
As the door shuts again the Entertainer begins his little rag and you notice it coming from this young male student’s cell phone. The man who needed to use the bathroom stands up again, knocks into another individual and stands in line. After a few moments he gives up sits down and states to the person next to him that the line is too long. The dancing boombox comes back through playing the same god damn chorus. As the boombox exits, a guy with an ESPN magazine sneezes then clears his throat.
Closing the book you watch as the young couple enters the door again. You hear mumbles around you from individuals recognizing the same thing your recognizing. Cue the fight, the coffee being spilled, the entertainer, the bathroom, the shiny happy people, then the cough and cleared throat. All this occurs in the course of five minutes. AFter a few moments you see it repeated again. AFter the sixth time of repetition people go from amusement to bewilderment. Individuals begin to acknowledge that they are all seeing this, and not just individual hallucinations. By the ninth time you see people predicting the course of events. By the twelth it is a game to the people inside the starbucks.
And then it stops. Nothing else happens. You are left with nothing but a memory. The couple has vanished. No Boombox dancer. You are left with just a starbucks. You recognize though that people are still repeating their actions, only in their minimal methods.. sip sip sip…. read read turn page.. read read turn page… minor deviations.. sneeze, cough… smile… looped….
Story Three: Your Big Night
You are the lead singer in brand new band who has released very local hits and decide to go on tour. You have several scheduled dates around manhattan but the last date scheduled in a long string of tour dates happens to fall on a sunday. You think that there will be few people there, specially since there are usually few people at your other gigs. Your not heartbroken, you are a new sound and people just haven’t heard your band play that much. As you stand outside as the opening band plays, you see the audience is only numbering three. You feel weak and tired and don’t really want to play, but you must.
So as your backstage getting ready you hear an unusual amount of sound arising from the audience. Clapping and cheering. It sounds unusually loud for only three people. You peak out and notice that there around 28 people in the crowd. Unreal you think to yourself. The band walks out on stage and the crowd goes insane. As your playing the first song, you notice they are singing along to the lyrics. You just are bewildered by the whole scene. After the first scene you turn to the drummer who is as bewildered as you. You really get into the next song and feed off of the audience’s energy. As you play the audience gets wilder and wilder. Several screams for requests ring from the audience, requests for songs that you understood to be seriously unknown by the general public. Toward the end of the set an audience member jumps on stage and begins hugging the guitarist whispering “thank you” in his ear. The set ends and you walk off stage to hear them request an encore. An encore from an audience for a band who used all of their good songs in the main set. Not deterred you return to the stage and give them the encore they want. It was a beautiful night and you feed off of the energy. As you begin packing up your instruments you notice the audience gradually thinning. And in a matter of seconds the audience is gone. No one is left. The band is alone. The first phrase uttered is, “what the fuck was that all about” as the guitarist lights his cigarette.
Story Four: Unknown birthday.
You walk into your local bar after attending class and buy a pint with an old friend of yours. You sit in a secluded part of the bar just to talk about a couple art projects your working on. Out of nowhere a young man walks up and tells you happy birthday. During this long conversation he continually references you as Ted. He also gives you a very expensive gift certificate to best buy. You calmly explain that you are not ted and there is an uneasy quiet. He smiles and says of course you are, then begins to explain how you and he went to college together and he never forgets a face. Bewildered you explain meekly that you are not ted and it isn’t your birthday. Three more people show up and wish you, ted, a happy birthday. They all reference memories of a past you remember nothing of. You whip out your wallet and show id thinking that this will finally get you out of this emberrasing mess since for all you know ted could be in the bar or walk into the bar and find you stealing all his presents. After awkward conversations pass you see them not giving up on calling you ted. your friend vanishes and your left alone with this group that keeps growing exponentially. Every attempt to correct them of their mistaken identity fails. hours tick by and stories continue to be shared and alcohol is consumed. They feed you drink after drink and suddenly you see them bring out a cake. You feel them eyeing you as you blow out a cake for someone you know isn’t you. Then it happens. You begin to doubt your own identity. How can thirty five people be wrong about your identity? How can you be the only one on earth thinking you are john when everyone else demands your ted. Time passes. Alcohol is consumed. By the third hour of the night you slip and don’t deny being ted. Nothing happens and the party gets more livelier. You play pool with these people, you accept their drinks, you listen to their stories, and you even start to agree with them because it takes too long to argue with them at this point. Ted isn’t showing up, and you figure what the hell. The night continues to go on further and you realize that your drinking more then you should. You single out a cute girl from you ‘past’ and you recognize that this girl might be interested in you. You ask her to your place later tonight for a smoke. She looks a bit worried, and but she says we will see. And the night gets wilder. You don’t remember much that happens after this.
What you do remember is that you wake up the next morning in your bed with the collection of gift certificates labeled for Ted. You think to yoruself, “i’m not ted.” You talk to a friend about it and come up with an analogy. You are like Tom Cruise waking up after Eyes Wide shut. You see the mask which tells you it wasn’t just a dream, but you really wish it were because you have no method of rationalization for what just happened.
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And so what do these four stories have in common?
Continue reading “multiple worlds in it’s best conception…”
the biggest negative part of this work is the stress. The social stress. My mind is physically divided between two worlds, one of academia and two of potential or actual work. While resting for thirty minutes the phone rang. Apparently none of the backwards jackasses who work for the company were near the phone to pick it up. They were doing “things”. Things defined as objects not related to their job, i.e. working on their car, watching tv, sleeping, not on the yard etc.
So as i was working on my metaphysics paper, the phone rings. I’m the lowest person on the totem pole, so answering the phone is not really one of my responsibilities. In fact answering the phone could get me in trouble because i’m not technically an M.I. employee. And yet this is all trivial, because when it comes down to the truth, my responsibilities include
-anything they tell me to do…
-anything they neglected to tell me to do but intended to have told me to do…
-and any possible problem within their own beady little minds…
So why am i angry that i got chewed out left and right about not answering the phone, it is that their argument was formulated as follows.
P1: The phone rang four times.
P2: I was in the general vicinity of a phone.
P3: Common Sense* dictates that you answer a phone if no one is around.
P4: I did not answer the phone.
P5: Ergo i do not have common sense.
Common sense has always been a mystery to me as to its ontological origins. The stratification within our society happens to distribute the ability to recognize common sense situations on the lower portions of our society and often neglects granting this ability to people on the top of our societal distribution.
I think the above is a myth believed in situations where decisions have to be made quickly and without individualized thought. In fact, i think that there are two kinds of people in the world. The first kind is the person who actively analysises everything around him, and the other kind is the person who gives his individuality to society as a whole. both kinds of course are ideals. No one human finds himself completly centered in one ideal. We all exist as a blend of percentages between the two areas. This is common sense, it is a set of understood rules that people who are forced to live by the internal robot adopt in order to make their responses quickly and with the least amount of responses.
example of this interpretation in common parlance: You don’t have the sense to get out of the rain.
what if you enjoy standing in the rain?
I’m finished.
Or what to do graphically with a comic book, and what not to do vocally with a movie.
The movie was interesting. We got there late, but as for the movie’s sake i’m sure we missed nothing. The dialogue reeked. It was that corny testosterone laden dialogue. A few quotes from www.imdb.com:
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Dwight: It’s time to prove to your friends that you’re worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying, sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people.
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Becky: Oh sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
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Jack Rafferty: Babydoll, I’ve had one bad day. I’ve been beaten up everytime I turn around.
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Lucille: Settle down Marv, take another pill.
Marv: Hey! There is no settling down! This is blood for blood and by the gallons. This is the old days, the bad days, the all or nothing days. They’re back!
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Dwight: I’m Shellie’s new boyfriend, and I’m out of my mind. You ever so much as talk to Shellie again, you even think her name, and I’ll cut you in ways that’ll make you useless to a woman.
Jack Rafferty: You’re making a big mistake, pal. A big mistake.
Dwight: Yeah? You already made a big mistake yourself: You didn’t flush.
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Graphically the movie was gorgeous, and violent. Mostly violent.
Oh well i suggest watching it if you can get past the horrid dialogue. There was a scene where these models were standing on the ledge raining bullets down into a crowd of men and i’m watching them thinking that they should at least try and act like they are shooting, instead of acting like they are models shooting. Then there is horrid line about how his “valkaryie” is enjoying the kill and the woman he refers to is making this god awful ugly face.
I’m analyzing the film to much. To many scenes were so bad that people were laughing at the absurdity. Maybe thats a good thing? I mean absurdity is funny sometimes.
I’m tired. Overall i enjoyed tonight. I really want to hang out with Trey and HLF again sometime.
I’m tired. Didn’t get much sleep, but i re-watched a movie that i’m growing to really enjoy. It is called Since Otar Left.
Film wise the movie isn’t revolutionary.
It was really just a beautiful movie, with some really soft and intricate scenes.
Ah well i’m not in the mood to write here. Hmm I got a serious headache.
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I saw jon stuart last night… don’t remember much but i think i do remember it was funny. real funny.
So i enter a weekend of silence. Had an absoleutly horrible discussion with Mary tonight. Thats relationship suicide in a long distance relationship. The content is unimportant, what is important is a distinct irony.
I never thought the easiest thing in a long distance relationship would be the distance. I never concieved that it was actually the thought of getting back together. Mary and I have had a whirlwind relationship and what is more is that it has been abnormal in a good way. If Mom and Dad’s relationship has taught me anything, and Amanda and Trey’s relationship also (no offense to either), is that every relationship has it’s keystone fractures. These fractures are things that will not go away.
I know your asking, what could possibly be our fracture? normal stuff, and irrelevant to this post. Well i will let you in on a secret. I’m overly sensitive to issues and have to question every feeling i have to see if it is a valid and rational emotional, i’m a control freak who dislikes even the utterence of demand from third party, and i am also undisciplined in that directionless sort of manner. I’m an asshole to get along with.
Oh by the way don’t take this post as a, “hey lets tell Arglor what we really feel becuase he is opening himself up to it,” kind of post because it isn’t.
All the same this is probably going to be the longest weekend of my life. I’m going on silent mode. Mary and I will be incommunicato for the whole weekend. It was amicable, one party said it would be best and the other said ok.
So i go to work Saturday morning. wheeeee fun weekend for me. Can’t wait till tomorrow night and i get to see Sin City.
want to hear a joke? I need a drink ;). I’m alone ;). Looks like i don’t break my moral boundries.