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Thursday, February 24, 2005The story is two-fold, the legend is forever!So for all of you like me, who feel that cash money is for chumps, the new California quarter is out... and can be found HERE As you can see it it a tribute to the great John Muir, who not only was the giant who built Half Dome in Yosemite Valley, but was also frequently attacked by what I can only assume was some type of giant prehistoric hawks or eagles (I'm assuming it had something to do with his height). He also carried around a staff made from an entire sequoia and would use it as a seat! All kidding aside John Muir was the original hippie (or O.H. as all the cool hippies call him) who did a lot for the preservation of nature... and also talked to birds. If you interested in learning more, check out your local library... or click HERE As I said this story is two-fold, as I was waiting for this page to load, I was pushing said quarter around my desking and happened to scoot it under my keyboard. For those of you working stiffs out there I must give you a warning. Do not lift up your keyboard and look under it... EVER! I use the little tabs on the back of my that keep it slightly titled.. I lifted it up to find the quarter that had scooted underneath it and suddenly knew what that gas is that escapes from tombs not opened in a thousand years. It was a miasma of long forgotten paper clips, dust and little bits of what I can only assume were particle from lunches and snacks enjoyed at my desk. For an extra special treat, turn your keyboard upside down to find all the goodies that float out. Its like the pinata at your poor friends birthday party! "He was pale and unhealthy and miserable and fawning, and an assiduous borrower of sums ranging from twenty-five cents to a dollar. One dollar was his limit. He knew the extent of his credit..." No Story, by O'Henry [fine you try find a quote about quarters!]  
So after watching Lost last night I picked up a book and began reading, but since I hate the environment, I left the TV on as background noise. (So suck it glaciers!) Well, as those of you who read your TV Guide studiously, you know what I was in for, for those of you who don't, well you just wait... So Alias is on, nothing wrong with that show, plenty of Jennifer Garner for all to love, I'll admit, I do enjoy watching the show, but I didn't catch much of that episode except boobs, boobs, ass, boobs, someone getting branded with an eye symbol on their neck, boobs, ass-kicking boobs, and somebody getting shot. Then of course the show was over and Wife Swap came on (or was it trading spouses, whichever is the one on ABC) And for some reason this show appalled me. It wasn't the adults being totally out of control and ridiculous, it wasn't the lady who comes home from work and lays in bed all night ordering her family to bring her food and wine, it wasn't the other lady who has a husband that does no housework, can barely string a sentence toghether, yet is homeschooling her children (to be housewives I think). No, it was none of that that got my hackles raised, it was the children (won't someone please think of the children!) What is it like to be 5 years old and have your mommy replaced by another woman? (sure its only for two weeks, but when you've only been alive a short time, two weeks seems like forever). Not only is some stranger cooking and cleaning now, but they're also telling you how crappy your normal mother is. I mean, how healthy is that? Of course, the real reason for this article is what I saw on the local news right after that. The big headlining story of the night, you ask? Was it on new bombing's in the middle east, or perhaps that God on Earth (ok fine, you can call him the Pope) is in the hospital again with the flu (speaking of, Cardinals, time to start posting on Monster for a new pope)? No, it was on something going on in downtown Oakland. The lead in line on the news as I heard it was "Get caught with a hooker in Oakland and you may find yourself shaved." Which needless to say, caught my attention. "Are they're finally shaving all those hooker-picking up pre-verts out there?" I thought to myself, "it's about time." But as usual, I misheard. Apparently if you get caught with a hooker in O-town, you will find your face on a billboard telling all the world that you like girls to slap you in the face and call you Nancy. Apparently there is a 10 block area in the Oakland area, where "hooker-ing" is very bad, and they have not been able to stop it any other way. So now they hope to embarass the "john's". Of course, I don't know when they (they being the people in charge of rules) will realize that you never going to stamp out prostitution. There are just too many lonely freaky men out there who will always have an extra $20 for what they want. I'm not saying I agree with it, but hell, if its gonna go on anyways, why not legalize it, then tax the hell out of it. I would much rather have taxes from prostitution going towards making our schools better, than having funds that should be going to our schools, wasted putting people's faces on billboards. I mean, its called the "oldest profession" for a reason... its been around since man figured out what his wee-waw is for and woman figured out what she could get for her hoo-hoo. (sorry for being so graphic) After all, if we can educate all our children properly, won't that eradicate prostitution? Imagine a world where all children can learn in a positive, stress free environment, with tools and educational materials not only to make it fun, but also worthwhile. Imagine teachers who can pay their bills, without working two jobs... and Imagine all these educated children, able to find jobs of their own one day, never having to be forced into a position of prostitution. I think we need to stop trying to change our adults, they are old and set in their ways. Lets instead try to show the children a better path. Ok, that's random, I went from bitching about TV to changing the world, oh well, take it as you will! "I believe the children are our future, teach them well and let them lead the way, show them all the beauty they possess inside." Whitney Houston, Greatest Love of All (ok, at first I thought I was quoting this from "We are the World" then after googling for lyrics I found out it was Whitney instead. I do feel a little dirty quoting her here, but I was already committed... apologies in advance... -the management)
Thursday, February 17, 2005I can not even explain to you......how incredibly excited I am that they are releasing a good version of a movie for "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy". This book has had a major influence on how I feel about life, the universe, and everything... no, I mean on my sense of humor. I would say I'm the funny man I am today due to Douglas Adams (God rest his soul!) I would put him right up there with Vonnegut as my major writing influences as well. They will receive honorable mention in my first book! If you have not been to Amazon to see the trailer, go now! If you have not read the book, buy it while you are there, I would loan you mine but I will be too busy reading it again! "Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind- bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the drug store, but that's just peanuts to space. " -HHGTTG "I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be. " -HHGTTG again (This is probably my favorite, its both amusing and profound at the same time, what more can I aspire for in life) "For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen. " --HHGTTG last one Ok, I had to limit myself to 3 quotes, if I had kept going I would have posted the entire book! READ IT!
So I'm getting my daily dose of the news last night (ok, I was drinking and watching the Daily Show, fine, are you happy?) when I sat up and took notice on something. Thanks to recent comments by my favorite Communications Media Expert, I stopped and paid attention to a segment on Blogging. Jon was talking about how in three separate incidents recently, things reported on by the "mainstream" media have been exposed as "falsities" by bloggers. I believe they were an executive from CNN fired for "off-the-record" comments made at some event, a news reporter at a Bush press meeting that's actually a gay porn site owner, and of course the tragedy of Rather-gate. {As an aside here, can we all make a commitment as a people to stop using the word "gate" after something when a political scandal is involved. Its been over 30 years for goodness sakes, let it die people. I mean, when a president makes a goof we don't go around saying, "Well that's another 'blow-job in the oval office' isn't it!"... ...Maybe we should} I think the big thing about this that caught my attention was the enmity that "mainstream" media has shown towards bloggers. They talked about lack of credentials, no accountability, blah blah blah. It sounded to me that they were worried that bloggers were going to replace the news media. Imagine a world of no journalists! (Its easy if you try) All news is reported on by common everyday citizens on the street. Imagine, instead of a journalist telling you about a bank robbery, you actually have pictures (from a cell phone) and up to the minute commentary from an actual hostage in the bank. But I think what really got me thinking was that most of these people upset about it, are all "old fuddy-duddies" (to use an industry term). Is it possible that these people just don't understand exactly what blogging is? I mean, even my 28 year old roommate is confused as to the point of it all. How can we expect 80 year old men (even 40 year old women) to realized what a non-item blogging is. User's have been blogging for years now, but finally the media has turned its ugly head in our direction. Employees getting fired for blogging is all over the news, bloggers in Iraq were a big thing for awhile, and even my mom knows the word Blog now. I recently have experienced a little technological shell shock myself. For a while I was begining to feeling alienated by technology, all this texting and im'ing and silly rigamarole, what's it all about. Then I realized that I'm not an 80 year old man and it was time to get up to date on all the new things in the best way I know how... ...ask someone younger than me. Granted, I already has a grasp on most of this stuff, I instant messaged in college, back when all we had was ICQ, I had texted a few times, but always avoided it because it cost me .15 a message, and I sent out daily updates to my friends before "web log" was even a thought in Ted Blog's (the inventor of the blog of course) mind. ( though these were sent by e-mail, not posted on the web. If interested I am reposting my old "tim-o-grams" at http://timmorama.blogspot.com/) So these things weren't exactly new to me, they had just grown and changed and left me behind in the dust, like X-box... or Playstation 2 (all those buttons? just give me a directional pad and an A and B button). So I've since tried to get up to date, I now text like an old pro, and have sent files over IM. But I worry to myself, what will happen when I'm 60 and I don't understand how to program the remote on my virtual TV, or can't use the "squeezers" to type for my heads up display computer glasses because the arthritis is acting up? (of course the future will hold virtual reality porn, but no cure for arthritis or cancer) Will I be one of those old men complaining about "kids these days"? Will I be too proud to ask my 8 year-old granddaughter for help getting my fridge to order more milk? Its proven that as you get older, your mind is not as easily able to form new connections of neurons (or whatever the "brain particles" are called). Is it true you can't teach an old dog new tricks? Am I going to answer all these questions I just typed? Probably not, because I don't know. I hope I will be able to continually strive to learn to use the newest technologies. I hope I never get too proud to ask "how does this work?". The truth is, I love technology, I love everything about it. I'm like that guy in the Circuit City commercial everytime I go into the store, I just run off with a crazed look in my eye. I'm looking for the girl who will be the one to tell me "We could go bigger!" when I've already bought the 58 inch flat screen. I can't imagine a time when I will not be trying to learn how it all works. But for the rest of you old fogey's out there, let the kids wear their pants as baggy as they like, because they are the ones that will be running the computers that manage your Social Security checks one day! So bloggers are now infamous, and Stephen Colbert even mentioned ".blogspot.com". The only thing I found weird is that I could find no article on CNN, Yahoo, or BBCNews to post here to give you an example. It looks like "mainstream" media just isn't ready to admit there is a new contender in the reporting business! "It is not the years in your life, but the life in your years that counts." -Adlai Stevenson "The only source of knowledge is experience." -Albert Einstein ok one more "The old believe everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, the young know everything. " -Oscar Wilde
Monday, February 14, 2005Love is... (Pt 4 The final chapter)All right, I'm getting a little tired of all this sappy crap, but as today is actually Valentines day, I will leave you one final thought on love, romance, and things that get you laid! "Love is all you need." or "All you need is love!" Thanks John Lennon, for carrying on the true message of Jesus. Love. Try and carry that with you this week as you go about your daily life. Try and imagine a world where everyone loves their neighbor, and imagine what a wonderful place that would be. Then, take steps to create that world as you interact with those you know. You will most likely be met with skepticism and anger (isn't it weird how most people are unwilling or unable to provide a proper response to genuine compassion). But don't let them get you down, only you can make a difference! So thanks Selena, for introducing me to the Beatles and informing of John's death, and thanks Amy, for saying you "always enjoy reading my stuff" and thanks Tyler, for... well, just thanks for being you! and Happy Birthday! I miss you girls! And thank you for being special and being in my life. You don't know how much just knowing you are out there has meant to me these past few weeks. And of course all my love to you the reader, for reading what I type. " Imagine no possesions, I wonder if you can, No need for greed or hunger, A brotherhood of man, Imagine all the people Sharing all the world... You may say Im a dreamer, but Im not the only one, I hope some day you'll join us, And the world will live as one." -"Imagine" John Lennon
Saturday, February 12, 2005Love is... (Pt. 3)Today, in honor of the Jewish Sabbath, our article comes from the New Testament. "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not selfseeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." - 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 and 13 ...And who says there's nothing good in the bible. Have a great Saturday, I hope it's as nice where you are!
Friday, February 11, 2005Love in the Time of Telecom.So, as we approach what is otherwise known as the "Valentine's Day Weekend" I figured I would devote a post to all the special ways those of you lucky enough to have someone can communicate with each other. We shall begin with an invention by a man who shares my birthday. The Telephone Yes, that old archaic device that connects us all to each other. If you're "old school" you can always pick up the phone and call someone who cares. It's nice, because you get to hear the voice of the person you're talking to. Its downsides are many though. As it is an "instantaneous" communication device, you must have your wits about you, you must be sharp. No time for misspeaking what you meant to say, you can't back up and decide that you wish you hadn't said something. Thus, phones should be used for the experienced relationships only. Many a well-intentioned comment has damaged a burgeoning relationship. Also, phones are very demanding of time. Perhaps you have different schedules. It is very rude to assume that the person you are reaching out to has time right then and there to listen to you prattle about your dog's nicknames for hours on end. Text Messaging This is one of the newer communication devices available these days, and actually ties in somewhat with the archaic device above. I'm new to this medium but have found it very enjoyable. What a great surprise is it to be walking about your day only to hear a pleasant jingle from your pocket. You pull out your phone expecting to have call, but no, instead you have a new text message. I think the allure of them is that since its so darn annoying to type them they have to be short, sweet and to the point. No time for idle words (or even idle letters). Texting gets the point across, whether it be "I love you", "You were great last night!" or "Thanks for cleaning the litter box, sweetie!" The text message is very romantic in its simplicity. I'm reminded of some cellphone commercial for messaging where a girl is sitting in some boring-ass meeting when her boyfriend walks in with a sign that says "I'm Sorry". That's how text messages feel to me. The person is right there in front of you, holding a sign. (Try that with your roommate next time you need to communicate something to them. Just try walking into their room, not saying a word, and holding up a sign saying "We're out of milk" or "Do the Dishes!") Even those of you married will be surprised as to how you can brighten your wife's day by sending her a text message stating "Honey, I'm cooking dinner tonight". (Of course, you do have to follow through with the actual cooking, but Whole Foods Market has some great already made meals, which, if you get rid of the packages and put some pots in the dishwasher before she gets home, will fool her not at all) e-Mailing Ah, an activity almost as old as the phone. E-mail is great for the long conversations about nothing, that lovers so enjoy; the idle ramblings of a love struck mind. You can put as much as you would like into one, and the reader can peruse at their leisure. It makes no pressure on them to talk to you at certain point, and gives them leisure to respond at will. E-mail is also great because you can take a look back at what you've written to make sure there is nothing there, that shouldn't be. It gives you time to decide that maybe that sexual innuendo is really not appropriate... or not an innuendo at all! It is much better than a drunken phone call, because with the drunken e-mail you can look at your sent items the next morning and see exactly how much of an ass you've made of yourself. E-mailing is so popular, it has it's own movie. A movie which has a great quote I shall now place here: "What will NY152 say today I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you." [You've Got Mail] Nothing describes the e-mail addiction better. Except maybe this: http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/umedia/cx_dilbert_umedia/latest [sorry still can't get my links to work right] Snail Mail For all you kids out there unaware. There is actually a way to send a physical letter from one location to another. That's right US Mail, bitches. Don't ever forget the allure of receiving an actual letter in the mail. "You've Got Mail" was actually based on a movie about two people sending letters back and forth. So from time to time, even if you live with them, don't hesitate to sit down with the old pen and paper and write out a short note saying you care. Girls love that cheesy crap... ...I mean romantic stuff. Many girls will hold on to these for years and years. And in this time of over-hyped holidays and cheesy Hallmark magnetic bears, be sure to remember the allure of the simple handmade card. Nothing says you care, like glued on macaroni and large construction paper hearts with doilies. Of course for those overachievers like me, you can upgrade to FedEx. FedEx has many wonderful pluses. Not only can you ship small items, but its also great for sending enormous oversized bears, huge bouquets of flowers, or tons and tons of candy. ;) The other nice thing about FedEx is that you can guarantee arrival on a certain date, and even track delivery to their very door step (great for all you Obsessive-Compulsive's out there). So rather than have your gift arrive clumsily two or three days before her birthday, you can have it arrive at the actual minute of her birth. Decorated Shoe Boxes This is neither Telecom nor modern. The origins of decorated shoe boxes are lost to myth, but they have been found in such unusual places as Napolean's boudoir and the tombs of ancient Chinese shoguns. Who can forget the wonders of an entire day off of class dedicated to decorating a shoe box to receive the multitudes of cards and candies from secret admirers, with such greetings as "I Choo-Choo Chose you!" and "Let's BEE friends" (it has a picture of a bee on it). We we're taught at a young age the importance of Hallmark. My personal choice for my envoy of love was He-Man. What girl's heart-strings could resist the tug given them by an appropriately chosen card depicting He-Man taking Skeletor down a notch or two while stating "Thinking of you!" So to all you elementary school students out there... ...Good Luck and enjoy your day off of schoolin'. So with all of these ways to reach out and tell someone you care... reach out bitches. Valentines isn't only for lovers (thank you very much greedy ass Hallmark) its now for friends and family as well. So don't hesitate to tell someone how special they are to you. "To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell." -Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez or: "The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast." -Same as above.
Thursday, February 10, 2005Love is... (Pt 2)Today I have decided to be lazy and post the lyrics of one of the lesser known Great Poets of our time. Mr. Weezer. This is from the album Pinkerton (the brown one) which is also a book by Stephen Kellogg about a large great dane! I would never classify Weezer as "romantic" music... but here it is anyway! Enjoy! Falling for You Holy cow! I think I've got one here Now just what am I s'posed to do? I've got a number of irrational fears That I'd like to share with you First, there's rules about old goats like me Hangin' 'round with chicks like you -but I do like you- And another one: you say "like" too much But I'm shakin' at your touch I like you way too much My baby, I'm afraid I'm falling for you 'n I'd do 'bout anything to get the hell out alive Or maybe I would rather settle down with you Holy moly, baby, wouldn't you know it? Just as I was bustin' loose I gotta go turn in my rock star card and get fat and old with you 'cuz I'm a burning candle you're a gentle moth teaching me to lick a little bit kinder And I do like you - you're the lucky one No! I'm the lucky one Holy Sweet goddamn! You left your cello in the basement I admired the glowing the stars and tried to play a tune' I can't believe how bad I suck, it's true What could you possibly see in little ol' 3-chord me? But it's true - you like me, I like you too I'm ready, let's do it baby "Holy Sweet Goddamn!" I love that song. Well, I love all Weezer, I mean how can you not love a song that starts "What's with these homies dissin' my girl, Why do they gotta front!" (Buddy Holly, Blue) Pure lyrical genius! Too often I use music as background, and forget to listen to the words. I challenge you all, this week, find you favorite non-love, love song out there. (that means no Bryan Adams!)
Ha Ha, silly Americans and your convoluted political system! "Honestly, I can't tell you how much easier it is to squeeze votes out of these freshmen (lawmakers) or money out of big donors when they think if they say 'no,' I'm going to put a horse head in their bed or something." --House Majority Leader TOM DELAY discussing his reputation for being hard-nosed. (from Yahoo.com notable quotes section) ...cuz that's how politics are supposed to work! So it has come down to threats and bullying, rather than discussion and comprimise. "I love America" - Yakov Smirnoff
Wednesday, February 09, 2005That's it I'm moving to Canada...I mean, there are children without healthcare... ...guns in schools... ...homeless people... ...I just can't... ...seriously?... [throws arms up in frustration] just read this [grumbles to himself as he walks out the door with luggage under his arm and Canandian Visa]
...always having to say you're sorry! No, I kid, I kid. (You married guys know what I'm talking about though) But in the spirit of the upcoming holiday I will devote the next few days to thinking up insightful creative ways to describe love... or I'll just borrow someone elses quotes... or both... or I'll get tired of the whole thing after a couple of days and forget about doing it. But for today, now, this moment I have this to say. We are all a little crazy. We all have issues of one kind or another (issues = problems, syndromes, idiosyncrasys, nervous ticks). But think of the old yahoo commericials. I remember the one where this guy has a monkey on his shoulder who keeps throwing nuts at his wife. She finally gets fed up and leaves, only to be replaced by a lady with a bird on her shoulder which catches all the nuts the monkey is throwing. Is there any better picture of love? If so I don't wanna know about it. ( I said I don't want to know!) So ladies, go out there and find some guy whose proverbial monkey will throw food at your proverbial crow (ok, that sounds a little dirty, sorry). I'll sum it all with a quote you can use later and put my name after.... "Love is finding someone whose issues compliment your own." (ok, maybe I heard that somewhere, but if so I don't remember where, so its mine now. Its like when Paul woke up one morning humming the tune to Yesterday, and asked around for months trying to find out where he heard it from, once no one could tell him, he assumed he made it up in his sleep and kept it as his own, and created one of the best songs ever)
Tuesday, February 08, 2005Pimp My Cube!So I read this article today entitled "Pimp my Cube". Trailing on the tails of the popular MTV show, this article gave many practical ways to "Pimp your Cube" at work. It was a serious article, so it gave serious suggestions, such as bring in plants, keep you desk clean, but not to clean (you want it to look like you actually do work), and keep personal items to minimum, but feel free to put up pictures of family and friends (only the respectable ones, I guess I should take home the one of me passed out in a pool of my own vomit). So while the article was practical and gave me the motivation to clean up this mess I call a workstation, I decided that my cube just wasn't as pimped out as I felt it could be. So I've come up with following modifications. -New leather chair complete with:
- 27 in Plasma display on the wall showing various natures scenes (its a pseudo window) - Camera that shows me what is going on the hallway outside my cube - Dartboard, X-box and PS2 (fuck you Game cube) - Mini fridge disguised as file cabinet -Track lighting - Fully stocked wet bar -Some velvet pillows for when the ladies drop in - Hide-a-way bed, for those long conference calls -and the piece de resistance, a large Flinstones-esque whistle to announce 5 o'clock ...speaking off, the whistle is blowing and I hear my supervisor coming by with the keys to unlock us from our desks! "It's not that I'm lazy; it's that I just don't care." Obligatory Office Space quote? Check!
Sunday, February 06, 2005Sunday and CatIs there any better music for a Sunday drive with the dog than Cat Stevens? If there is I don't wanna know about it! Can't Keep it In Oh I can't keep it in, I can't keep it in, I've gotta let it out. I've got to show the world, world's got to see, see all the love love that's in me. I said, why walk alone, why worry when it's warm over here. You've got so much to say, say what you mean, mean what you're thinking, and think anything. Oh why, why must you waste you're life away, you've got to live for today, then let it go Oh, lover, I want to spend this time with you, there's nothing I wouldn't do, If you let me know. And I can't keep it in, I can't hide it and I can't lock it away. I'm up for your love, love heats my blood, blood spins my head, and my head falls in love, oh. No, I can't keep it in, I can't keep it in, I've gotta let it out. I've gotta show the world, world's got to know, know of the love, love that lies low, so Why can't you say, If you know, then why can't you say. You've got too much deceit, deceit kills the light, light needs to shine, I said shine light , shine light. Love, That's no way to live your life, you allow too much to go by, and that won't do. No, lover. I want to have you here by my side Now don't you run, don't you hide, while I'm with you. 'N I can't keep it in, I can't keep it in, I've gotta let it out. I've got to show the world, world's got to see, see all the love love that's in me. I said, why walk alone, why worry when it's warm over here. You've got so much to say, say what you mean, mean what you're thinking, and think anything. Why not? Now why why why not? "When the government found out Cat Stevens was on the plane, they scrambled the airforce, and had his plane tailed, by a moonshadow" -Jon Stewart, The Daily Show
Thursday, February 03, 2005Look professional... be professional!So I have this presentation I'm doing for the team today and decided to dress up more than usual. Which means slacks and a tie. Normally this attire is reserved for weddings and funerals (isn't it weird guys wear the same clothes for both). I've always scoffed at those who state that how you dress reflects how you are. Case in point I would go to my business classes in college in shorts, a tye-dye t-shirt and no shoes. Which if I had my way would probably be how I came to work everyday. But for some reason I feel like I'm actually working harder today. I know I'm doing the same I do everyday, but I feel more motivated to do it today. Maybe its the lack of air I'm getting having this tie around my neck. Maybe its the cool comfortable feel of the slacks I'm wearing. Who knows, but whatever it is, I'm a new believer, the clothes do make the man. From this point forward I vow: I will no longer wear wrinkled shirts! (except for plane rides, they're perfect for plane rides) I will no longer wear white socks with brown shoes! ( I know, I know) I will purchase more pairs of slacks, and wear less khaki! I will find my iron and figure out how it works! Ok who am I kidding? I don't iron. Monday I'm sure I'll be as wrinkled as ever. But I will make an effort to be less wrinkled, and I've already promised someone I will no longer wear the white socks with the brown shoes. I just need to go shopping and buy some non-white socks. So now you know what to get me for my birthday. "I base most of my fashion on what doesn't itch" -Gilda Radner
Tuesday, February 01, 2005You can't go home again......but you sure can have a hell of a lot of fun going back to visit. There are many places that I have considered home over my life, and my fraternity and friends from college definately contstitute one of them. So despite everything else going on right now I determinedly made it back to Texas this weekend for the wedding of one of my oldest friends. It was great to be back among my "peeps" some of which are still in college. I ended up being up for about 25 hours straight, only getting four hours of sleep, and spending the majority of my time on a plane or drunk and I came to a solid conclusion. I have no idea how I ever used to live like that. The all night drinking, the chain smoking, the rowdy parties; how did I ever survive college, much less graduate? The wedding was spectacular, one of the best I've ever been to. At my age, I'm well past the shock of friends getting married, but still getting adjusted to friends having kids. I mean, one of the rowdiest drinkers, cavorters, and all out serious partiers, has one at home and one on the way. That'll really wake you up. It was fun to catch up with all my old friends, and even better to have, hopefully, made new ones. It made me look back at how much I've changed over the past four years, how much I've grown, and how much luckily I haven't. I will always fondly remeber my college days, but thankfully will not have to relive them anytime soon. To all of you who know who you are, thanks. Especially you! How the swan in the lobby survived, I will never know! "They need to stop calling them weddings, and start calling them renunions." - A passing comment from Jeremy on the state of our friends weddings
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