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people tell me I'm insane Nov. 9th, 2007 @ 05:51 pm
A few things that have been bouncing around my head recently:

I think there could be a market for a 'Purple Rain' themed wedding. The groom could dress up as Prince, the bride could dress up as Appollonia, the minister could dress up as Morris Day, the groom's party could be the Revolution, and the bridesmaids could be Girl 6. After the ceremony they could drive away on a big motorcycle while minister Morris Day leads the choir (the Time?) in a stirring rendition of 'Purple Rain'. And then they all jump in a lake. I'm serious about this! It wouldn't be a traditional wedding per se, but it would be campy and memorable and you could get married in a jheri curl wig. I'm thinking I could pitch this in Vegas or at least Atlantic City and make a few bucks.

I'm working on the outline for a short story about a guy who has a mental problem that causes him to only be able to think and speak in riddles. I have no idea what the story would be about or how the hell I'd be able to tell it, let alone would I be able to create a bunch of mundane yet intriguing riddles for his day to day life. It's a work in progress. Or maybe someone should just get Neil Gaiman on the phone.

Over the past couple of weeks I've won $75 in an NFL picks pool one of my friends runs. Boys and girls, Adam doesn't encourage gambling, but it helps if you're well informed and knowledgeable. The best I can tell, luck has absolutely nothing to do with gambling. The truth of the matter is if I ever found myself in Vegas and camped out at a craps table I'd probably end up dead or in jail by the end of the week. However, 75 bucks is 75 bucks.

I'm increasing my pie intake to at least one a week. This is independent of Thanksgiving, where my family typically has a one-to-one pie-to-person ratio. I'm trying to add a protective layer for the winter.

I finally took myself off morning shifts! I've been going in to work at either 4 or 5 in the morning since the second week of January and it had been getting kind of old. I might go back after a few weeks of increased exposure to customers during the holiday eating season, or I might get fired for punching someone in the face. But starting nest week, I won't be going to bed at 8 pm anymore!

I'm totally geeking out about what's going on with DC comics this fall and winter. I'll spare you a geek rant, but let's just say I'm very excited. I'll also spare you the details of my proposed sitcom, 'Everybody Loves Darkseid'. (If you don't understand that, just move along. It's OK, I don't hold it against you. If you do understand, just imagine for yourself.)

My poor kitty had his balls chopped off last weekend. He doesn't seem too put out about it; I doubt he knew they were there in the first place. Still, I felt bad. On the other hand, I went to the ASPCA's mobile vet service (conveniently located three blocks down the street from me last Saturday) and stood outside for a total of about 5 hours (both dropping off and picking up) in 40 degree weather and caught a cold, so he got me back. A little.

The world-famous Candy Cane Joe Joes are back in stock at Trader Joes. For those of you not in the know, they are TJs' version of Oreos, but with crushed up chunks of candy canes mixed into the filling. Imagine a peppermint Oreo and you'll be pretty close. They are absoludicrous. I can pound an entire box in half an hour if I put my mind to it. We only carry them for a few months around the holidays and people go batshit crazy over them. Rumor has it a box(!) sold for $35 on eBay earlier this year. I believe it. I was crunching numbers with one of my like-minded co-workers and decided that a case of these (24 boxes) would be a little under $54 after our employee discount (each box is $2.49). That ain't half bad. I'm seriously considering buying an entire case just for myself and either a) eating all of them immediately or b) eating some of them and selling the rest on eBay in April.

Also, speaking of Trader Joes, I've decided that if I'm still with the company in a year's time or so or whenever the Brooklyn store is opened, I'll transfer there and become a manager. I don't want to do it at the Manhattan store because there would be at least a 60% chance I'd go on a three state killing spree, and I don't think anyone would want that. However, I think I'd be able to do it in a new store and I think I'd be pretty good at it. I'd work there for another couple of years, save up some dough, and then work on finishing my degree (finally). There. Long term plans. Who knew?
tunes: Eric B. and Rakim - As the Rhyme Goes On

criticism, witticism Oct. 17th, 2007 @ 10:32 pm
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the seventh full length Radiohead studio album, In Rainbows, available for download for a pittance on their website.

Let me say a few things first: I love Radiohead. Love them unconditionally. I think The Bends, OK Computer, and Kid A are three of the most perfect albums of the past twenty years, although none of them really sound alike when you get right down to it. I wore out my tape of OK Computer in three months because I listened to it so damn much. I always forget how fucking awesome The Bends is until I listen to it again. Every time I listen to Kid A, I love it more and more. With all that said, I didn't spend very much time with Amnesiac and I've only listened to Hail to the Thief a few times. I believe that their most beautiful song is True Love Waits, which they only play live. I blame them for the demise in the quality of popular music in the past ten years. My reasoning is thus: once OK Computer came out, everyone looked around and said "shit. We can't compete with this. Now what?" and reverted back to bubblegum pop and cheap rehashes of 80s punk and 90s alterna-rock with predictably depressing results.

With all that said, let's get down to brass tacks here. In Rainbows, lovingly crafted by Thom Yorke, Ed O'Brien, Johnny Greenwood, Colin Greenwood, and Phil Selway.

Last year I had heard rumors that the new Radiohead album would be their most rock-oriented since The Bends. As much as I was hoping for another stunning display of Brit Rock that would finally shut U2 up once and for all, it appears this is not to be. The album contains significantly more guitar than its predecessors, but very little straightforward song structures. The verse-chorus-verse model appears to once again be MIA and the various studio effects and electronic mayhem are still out in force. Not that this is a bad thing. A few tasteful vocal overdubs here, a string section there, a slight drum loop and some keyboards - the album doesn't sound as lush as their previous work. The sound is still full, but the arrangements sound sparser and more restrained. It appears that Mr. Yorke decided to push the majority of his drum and bass impulses onto his solo record from last year, The Eraser. I hear the influence of The Eraser all over In Rainbows, particularly in the overall sound of the album. The Eraser spent much more time in the major key than any of Radiohead's previous albums, creating a much more upbeat feel. I hear this all over In Rainbows, making for a happier sounding album than anything since Pablo Honey.

To be perfectly honest, I have always had trouble discerning Thom Yorke's voice. It is partially his fault, as his singing style is so subdued and his enunciation often questionable at best, combined with the abstract nature of many of his identifiable lyrics. It is also due to the fact that he uses his voice like an instrument in an ensemble, using it to create a mood with the rest of the band. With that said, each band member is given time to shine, especially the criminally underrated and overlooked Phil Selway on drums. He is given more time to shine on this album, as the band eschews many of the drum loops and machines employed on their last three albums. Johnny Greenwood and Ed O'Brien are also given more to work with. Radiohead has always been a guitar band at heart, I believe, but they choose to use their guitars in a more subdued manner than many other bands. There are no wailing solos and anthemic riffs are often non-existent, but guitars remain as indispensable to their sound as Yorke's vocals. Neither is a showy player but their chops are evident, especially on 'Bodysnatchers' and 'Jigsaw Falling Into Place', the latter featuring an almost Stones-like acoustic guitar accompaniment. That song sounds almost more like Wilco than Wilco, if you catch my drift. Slow it down a little bit and Jeff Tweedy will probably be kicking himself for not writing it.

The interesting thing about the album to me is how often I found myself thinking of their previous work while listening to it. '15 Step' would have fit into The Eraser, 'Jigsaw Falling Into Place' sounds like an inversion of 'Street Spirit', 'House of Cards' sounds like a sped-up 'Treefingers', 'All I Need' channels 'Lucky', etc. This is not a bad thing - it sounds more like the band revisiting and reexamining their history and reflecting upon their career. It's almost like the approach Trent Reznor took to With Teeth, only the exact opposite. Instead of resting on their laurels and making an album that is merely a regurgitation of what got them here in the first place, Radiohead chooses to build on their body of work. Through all this, the only thing I could find myself thinking was what their NEXT album will sound like. Very few bands or acts have been able to reinvent themselves so fully and convincingly with each release - Beck and the Roots come to mind, but that's about it - and still find success.

No one in a million years would have predicted back in 1993 that the band that made 'Creep' would have put out anything like The Bends, let alone OK Computer and everything that has come since. With the exception of Kid A and Amnesiac (which were recorded at the same time), no two Radiohead albums have sounded the same. And even then, Kid A and Amnesiac don't really sound the same, either. To be sure, there have been similarities between albums, and the leap from Amnesiac to Hail to the Thief wasn't as great as that from OK Computer to Kid A, but we can't penalize them for that. After 15 years, Radiohead remains at the forefront of modern rock music, having successfully ushered in the 21st century and daring other acts to follow. Their legacy, both critically and commercially, has been secure for almost a decade, but that hasn't stopped them from moving forward and re-imagining themselves. As much as I hate to say it, they might just be this generation's answer to the Beatles, in terms of their level of success and their level of audacity.

In Rainbows may not quite stand as tall as The Bends, OK Computer, or Kid A. It isn't groundbreaking, but it is beautiful. It presents the world with a band that still appears to be figuring itself out, honing its strengths, and still searching for its ceiling. The race for Album of the Year has officially been handicapped (sorry, LCD Soundsystem, Brother Ali, and Wilco, but this if fucking RADIOHEAD we're talking about). Will I grow tired of praising and extolling the virtues of Radiohead? Not bloody likely. As far as I'm concerned, they'll be turning water into wine in three years' time, or however long it will take them to put out another album. In the meantime, the world will have to make do with In Rainbows. Would that I could always make do with something so satisfying.
how you doin: enthralledenthralled
tunes: Radiohead (duh)

Dan-aissance Aug. 17th, 2007 @ 02:58 am
Another weekly bout of insomnia. ho-hum.

The other day one of my co-workers who is an equally serious Steely Dan-oholic tipped me off to some more of YouTube's pure gold - a documentary about the recording of their landmark album 'Aja' split into 6-10 minute segments detailing the recording process for each of the seven songs. For a fan of the Dan or just a fan of studio craftsmanship, they cannot be missed. Among other things, you get to see the Hitmaker, Bernard "Pretty" Purdie at work rocking one of the three or four best Cosby sweaters I have ever seen while demonstrating the difference between his shuffle beat and everyone else's shuffle beat, Rick Marotta (the drummer on "Peg") looking like Rasputin in 1976, hearing a couple of the myriad of rejected guitar solos for the same song (at one point Donald Fagen switches one off after a few bars, saying "well, that really just speaks for itself, doesn't it?") and Denny Dias talking about how the guitar part for "Aja" is literally impossible to play on a guitar. For a geek like me, this was all like a large pile of Reese's peanut butter cups. I spent the better part of an hour plowing through them, then got baked and listened to the album again while espousing its virtues to a slightly bewildered Jon Pomeroy.

I had an idea for a comic book with one of my co-workers about a vampire grizzly bear named Count Chomps. It is currently a work in progress but I am certain that it will be twelve shades of awesome. Maybe even thirteen shades of awesome. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Either way, it's either remarkably brilliant or remarkably stupid. Like the Public Enemy comic book that's currently out. Anything that involves Flavor Flav kicking a SWAT Team member in the head and shouting "Don't believe the hype!" has me hooked.

Well it only took more than six months since I moved up here but I'm spending more time hanging out with my co-workers outside of work. Say what you will about the store itself, but it least there are some interesting and agreeable people that work there. Playing Risk, getting Korean food, comic book shopping, entertaining my kitty, tossing around a baseball, getting blunted on my rooftop, etc. It usually takes me a while to open up to people, and it probably takes others longer to get used to my eccentricities (although some would say just overall straight up crazy) so it's not like I'm surprised. I can be a bit much at times, I'll admit that much. With all that said, I feel like I'm carving out more of a niche and giving myself more opportunities to spend time in and around this crazy city with equally crazy cats. And that's a good thing.
how you doin: awakeawake
tunes: Uncle Tupelo - The Long Cut

back again Jul. 30th, 2007 @ 02:48 am
I've posted some pictures of my kitty on facebook. I have no idea how to post images on LJ, so you'll have to bear with me. In the meantime, swing over there and check 'em out. Prepare to be dazzled by cute.

With the release of the last Harry Potter book, I finally decided to see what all the fuss was about. I've been meaning to read the books for a while, but just never got around to it. Well, to make a long story short, I read all seven in about a week. They're a very quick read. Tom was right when he described them as "good books for pooping" - ie they're easily digestible and can be plowed through whilst sitting on the can. This was not my method of choice, but what's done is done and I have to say I enjoyed them all quite thoroughly. I'm not gonna be devolving into some sort of rabid fanboy, but I have no regrets nonetheless.

I was going to see TV On the Radio play a free show at McCarren Pool in Williamsburg Sunday afternoon after work...until it started raining. Heavily. And an outdoor show in a swimming pool is not where you want to be during a thunderstorm. Alas and alack, no TV and no Radio makes Adam sad.
how you doin: awakeawake
tunes: Dave Alvin - 4th of July

more or less Jul. 18th, 2007 @ 11:20 pm
I guess today was my semiannual culture day. I just finished reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez' magnum opus One Hundred Years of Solitude and it's just as good as I remembered it from my senior year of high school. Whenever I think about it I remember my last visit to Oberlin in April of 2000, sitting under a tree in the bowl behind South finishing the last one hundred pages while watching people play frisbee. It calls up an idealized idyllic image of Oberlin, full of wonder and possibility, before I found out exactly what it had in store for me. Hindsight has not diminished the memory of that day, nor of the book. As I read it over the past couple of weeks it reminded me of everything I initially loved about Oberlin. The fragility and humanity of the characters hadn't changed as they lived out their tragically doomed lives as the passage of time slowed to a crawl as anarchy festered in their house. Much like my time in Oberlin.

I'm currently listening to Paolo Pandolfo's recording of the Bach cello suites played on a viol da gamba, further deepening my immersion in culture (it won't last). They are excellent if you're into that sort of thing. The voicing of the instrument is unique - it is quieter than a cello, with more resonant strings. There are also more strings, giving ample room for chords that don't exist on a cello. The third suite has always been my favorite, although I couldn't tell you why when I first discovered the suites during Sunday brunches when my father would play them over the kitchen stereo while my family ate eggs and cantaloupe. Then I remember Theresa playing the third suite on her guitar in the basement of South, with the sounds reverberating off the cinder block walls and the cement floor as I listened intently. She was preparing for a recital and wanted an impartial observer to offer criticism - someone who knew the piece but wasn't a musician to give her performance notes. I happened to fit the bill. A love of the cello suites has always been something we've shared and I look back on that evening as one of my happier memories of my first year (of which there are few, for various reasons). Sitting in rapt attention while a beautiful girl played beautiful music...doesn't happen very often.

Speaking of Oberlin...I had an interesting epiphany this evening. I was at a training session for mentors downtown, talking about mentors and mentees and relationships and teaching and such when the subject of loss and mistrust, especially with adoptees or people in foster care came up. Many of these kids are wary of people entering their lives because so many have left them behind. I got to wondering - even though I grew up in a very stable and loving household and have a good stable of close friends who I care about and stay in touch with, do I still have separation issues stemming from my adoption? One time Zach marveled at how I've been able to maintain relationships with people from high school and college, some of whom I haven't seen in years and some of whom I likely won't see for a long time. Perhaps I am so dedicated and loyal to my friends and past friendships because I don't want to lose people from my life. I put a great deal of value in interpersonal relationships and I always say that I'll do anything for my friends. Maybe now I know why.
how you doin: contemplativecontemplative
tunes: Paolo Pandolfo - Suite for Solo Cello in C Major - Bourree

other Jul. 8th, 2007 @ 06:43 pm
a couple of weeks ago, I decided to affirm my affiliation to the Bushwick part of my neighborhood. In other words, I shaved my head and got some wife beaters. It was a hot one today, so I was sporting a wife beater tucked into my pants, as is the fashion. While walking around in this fashion whilst listening to Bad Brains, I was trying to figure out what percentage was badass and what percentage was poseur. I think it was 55/45.

There's some graffiti on a sidewalk near my building. "Bushwick" is written in blue paint with "Obamawick" underneath it. I think it's kinda awesome.

In other news, I'm 25 now. People keep telling me either a) you're a quarter of a century or b) almost 30! I think they both mean the same thing.

I watched the East River fireworks from Dave's office on the 55th floor of the Empire State Building. It was awesome.

Also, I got a kitty! He's an orange tabby, about two months old, and kinda looks like Thom Yorke. So his name is Li'l Thom Yorke. I snorgle him mercilessly at every opportunity. One of these days I'll get around to posting pictures.

Recently I've been immersing myself in music, specifically Wilco, Soulive, LCD Soundsystem, and J Dilla (aka Jay Dee). Good shit.
how you doin: happyhappy
tunes: LCD Soundsystem - Someone Great

update? Jun. 26th, 2007 @ 03:22 am
I've had a long month.

With that said, here is today's essay question.

Do the Beastie Boys legitimize upper middle class suburban ennui as a form of artistic expression, or do they problematize it through elements of satire and mockery? Discuss.

extra credit - who would win in a fight, a bear or a puma?

My insomnia has been back with a vengeance and these are the things that keep me up at night.

cross breeze > air conditioner May. 31st, 2007 @ 06:24 pm
With that said, we're gonna need one before too long. Or I'll at least need a fan in my room.

I spent yesterday afternoon up in a park in Harlem with a bunch of kids in the city foster care system. I've been involved in a mentoring program up there for the past couple of months. A friend of mine from work told me about it after she found out I was adopted. It's been a great experience so far. The weather was nice, so we headed out with a basketball, football, frisbee, etc. to enjoy the weather. One of the kids is really into baseball, so I brought my glove and a ball with me to toss around. I taught him how to throw a slider (he needs some practice, but then again, so do I) and was happy that a)I can still get the ball to break a few inches down and away, b)I can keep it in the strike zone, and c)I can still lift my arm today. It's been almost a year since I last threw a baseball for real and I'm glad my arm is still in decent shape. I wasn't winging it full strength or throwing more than 60 feet (at most), so it's not like I was breaking myself. At the same time, I'm glad to know that I haven't completely broken down yet.

It amazes me how many different ways you can make a baseball move. Hell, putting spin on anything still fascinates me, and I haven't been able to roll a bowling ball straight in almost five years. But with a bowling ball, the physics make sense, because of the friction created between the surface of the ball and the wood on the lanes. A ball moving through the air at 50 mph or so, or greater speeds? Completely different. There are about a dozen different types of pitches people can throw. Some of them behave similarly, but the fact of the matter is you can get a six ounce sphere to go in just about any direction and just about any speed. The key? the laces. Mind you, I almost failed physics in high school, it's something to do with the air resistance and the slight...irregularities...in the...air flow...hell, I have no idea. It still fascinates me. And how people actually HIT pitches? I have no idea about that either. A pitch thrown by a major league pitcher, from the point where it leaves his hand, travels about 55 feet to the plate. It is descending about two feet, sometimes more, to the middle of the strike zone. A pitch traveling 90 miles per hour will reach the plate in about three tenths of a second. Even if it's a John Parrish 50 mph looping curveball, it'll still get there in about half a second. In that time, a batter has to judge the spin of the ball, whether it's a ball or a strike, where it's going, how it'll get there, and what will happen once it gets there. It boils down to a great deal of hand and eye coordination and some guesswork. Then you have to actually hit the damn thing, after processing this all in about as much time as it takes you to blink. I guess this is why people always say that hitting a baseball is about as difficult a task as there is in sports.

In the meantime, I was home for a wedding over the past weekend and now my sleep schedule is still fucked up. Instead of waking up at 3 am, I was going to bed at 3 am. Then Jeanne rolled into town and crashed at my place for a couple of nights, getting in late, and staying up chatting more or less until I had to go to work. I think there was a 72 hour period where I slept no more than 10-12 hours. Just like college. It was great to see her though. She's going to teach English in Korea for a year in the fall, so who knows when I'll see her again? She wants me to come visit, but I'm not sure how likely that will be.
how you doin: confusedconfused
tunes: Jurassic 5 - In the Flesh

quick hits May. 18th, 2007 @ 08:35 am
A few random thoughts.

When did the Gin Blossoms become the centerpiece of modern adult-oriented rock radio? I hear them all the time on "adult contemporary" XM stations and on the piped-in "muzak" that grocery stores play to lull customers into a brain-dead stupor and thus be more likely to buy a lot of stuff (my store included). I'm just wondering...when did they supplant the Goo Goo Dolls, Rob Thomas, and Jewel? Last I checked, New Miserable Experience came out in 1993. Maybe even 1992. I don't know, fifteen years ago. At the same time, I still hear at least one of their songs every day at work, whether it be Allison Road, Found Out About You, Hey Jealousy, Until I Fall Away, or whatever. And no, I didn't have to look those songs up, they're all burned into my head. OK, I will admit to purchasing the album when I was in sixth grade (I was young, I was foolish) and I guess a few other people did too, but it wasn't a smashing runaway success like Matchbox 20's first album was (however the hell that happened) nor a mini-phenomenon like the Goo Goo Dolls' soundttrack for that Meg Ryan/Nic Cage movie (y'know, the American ripoff of a classic Wim Wenders film...ok, I lost you, right?) that blew them up and made something of an idol of their lead singer with too many Zs in his last name for about three minutes. My point is, when did a bunch of suits sitting around decide "hey, I know what a bunch of people in their 30s and 40s want to hear that's pleasant and non-threatening - THE GIN BLOSSOMS!" while all of his associates nodded and snapped their fingers. Who said this was ok?! And why weren't 4 Non Blondes involved in the conversation?! The Gin Blossoms fell into well-deserved obscurity immediately after that album came out - I think I heard reports that their tour bus had crashed or something a couple of years later and that was it until I heard Allison Road on the store radio last year and popped my head up saying "Gin Blossoms? What the fuck?" It drives me crazy go nuts!

Yesterday I needed to do laundry but only had seven quarters when I needed eight. My backup plan was to use two dollar bills to buy a soda out of the vending machine in the basement laundry room in my apartment building and use the change for the dryer. So I put the money in the machine and hit Coke. Sold out. Sprite. Sold out. Dr. Pepper. Sold out. Sunkist. Sold out. Seagram's Ginger Ale. Sold out. Nestea. Sold out. Fresca. Sold out. Barq's. Sold out. I'm down to Diet Coke and Diet Sprite and getting increasingly antsy. Finally I sucked it up and got a Diet Coke. I just couldn't sink to Diet Sprite. I just couldn't.

I was sitting outside the office the other day smoking in a cigarette when a woman walking past scowled at me and said in a thick Jamaican patois "Doncha know you be killin' yoself?!" Then there was a time when I was in the same position (sitting outside the office smoking a cigarette) when a stumbling middle age woman immediately clapped her hand over her mouth and nose, veered another ten feet closer the street, and then proceeded another fifty feet frantically waving her hand in front of her face to get the idea of cigarette smoke out of her head. It makes me wonder - do these people react like this every time they see someone smoking? I mean, this is a big ass city with a big ass number of people in it, many of whom smoke. That high-handedness has got to be tiring after a while.
how you doin: amusedamused
tunes: Nas - We Will Survive

dragging May. 16th, 2007 @ 04:06 pm
Whew, whirlwind weekend. Quick recap:

The Official Parents came up to visit for the day last Friday. They saw the apartment, a little of the neighborhood, and the office. They got a bit of an idea of what my job is like (i.e. how crazy the workplace environment is - and it wasn't even a busy day!). We had lunch in Koreatown and wandered up to Times Square so Mom could go watch shopping. They got a little slice of the New York experience - they saw mariachis on the L train, a crazy guy shouting profanities on 14th street, got turned around in the Union Square subway station, braved the crowds in Times Square, and got worn out going up and down all those stairs to the train stations. Dad referred to Mom and himself as "country bumpkins" at one point. I shrugged it all off, saying "it's not that bad once you get used to it." All in all a good time.

Friday morning Sam called me up, letting me know that the bachelor party/shindig for his brother Will (one of my best friends, getting married in less than two weeks, I'm in the wedding) was scheduled for Saturday night in Philly. My thoughts? "Fuck." I had to work 5 am to 1 pm on Saturday and again on Sunday. In fact, I had told one of my managers that I would be coming in at 4 on Sunday to rearrange the frozen dessert section of the freezer (is that redundant?), making a potential trip to Philadelphia for the evening highly problematic. After a bit of cajoling by Zach, I consented on Friday night. I got about 5 hours of sleep Friday, worked a normal day on Saturday, came home, got a bite to eat, then left with Zach around 3:15 to catch a 4:15 Jersey Transit train to Trenton, picking up the SEPTA from there to Philly. We got into 30th Street Station around 6:30, met up with Tom and Sam, and went to fetch Will. Saturday also happened to be Will's birthday. We went to a Tapas bar and restaurant and proceeded to wolf down plate after plate of dazzlingly tasty treats, half of which I have no idea what they were. All I can be sure of is that I had Apple Foam at one point. I also can say for certain now that if God (or any deity for that matter) had a bar, Marcona Almonds would be the bar nuts. Sweet merciful crap it was good. It was also the first time that the old gang - me, Will, Tom, and Zach - had all been together in at least a couple of years, I think. It was great to spend an evening sitting around and talking, making fun of each other, and occasionally delving into heated political arguments again. Just like old times. We were also chatted up a couple of times by an extremely drunk woman outside smoking cigarettes (we were outside, despite the rain, underneath an overhang) who somehow managed to keep herself from falling over and claimed to be the cousin of a member of the Arcade Fire. Afterwards we went bowling. Neither Tom nor I had either our balls or our shoes (Tom didn't even have socks...fucking hippie) but we weren't overly concerned. I couldn't find a ball that fit my thumb however, and after two games it was swelling up something awful (my thumb, not the ball) and beginning to hurt like hell. At that point I had to leave, anyways - I was due to catch a 12:15 train back to New York. Which I did. I got back to Penn Station around 2, got home around 2:45, took a shower, got dressed, then headed into work. Lets just say I was a little sluggish Sunday morning - but I made it through the day. It was touch and go for a while, but I got out alive. I promptly went home and slept for twelve hours.

One of my roommates had borrowed my copy of Final Fantasy VII months ago, well before she moved in. I found it lying around last week and began playing it where I had left off my last run through like a year ago. I was at a point where I wasn't paying any attention to the story, instead making the game my total bitch. I have spent an inordinate amount of spare time the past week running my little guys around and beating the crap out of anything that happens to come my way, cackling maniacally the whole time. Livvy and Zach seem to be a little wary of it all. I don't blame them. But in all honesty, it's quite a bit of fun to completely destroy something every now and then, if only to get it out of your system. And I mean that in the most constructively destructive way possible.

Also, when I woke up this morning I had Rod Stewart singing "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" stuck in my head. It wasn't playing on anything like a radio or a stereo, it was just there bouncing around when I woke up. It's been driving me completely bonkers. Seriously, of all possible songs why that one? I just don't understand myself sometimes.
how you doin: confusedconfused
tunes: Daft Punk - Veridis Quo
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