you know, i keep seeing these new fucking speed stick commercials (which in and of themselves are annoying), and each time i see one, i think the same damn thing...
:)
co-stanza
Thursday, November 8, 2001, 04:24 p.m.
i'm no longer using this page: go to http://students.washington.edu/abreuer or http://epoch.diaryland.com.
Wednesday, November 7, 2001, 08:41 a.m.
god... people really are idiots. i mean, limiting property tax increases to 1% a year. i know the LP sponsored it, but let me tell you it did not pass because people said "hey, i know it will hogtie every social service, but i don't want government to be a part of my life, so that's a good thing!" no. people said "uhhh... well, this means i save money, right? sure, i'll do that..." fucking idiots. and at the same time they vote for some halfassed union-pushed "let's create a 3.4 billion dollar bureaucracy with no real power!" and also to tax a minority a fucking ridiculous amount for a legal behavior to support paying for another minority's needs. that's some sound thinking, oh fucking yeah.
Wednesday, November 7, 2001, 01:47 a.m.
hmm. interesting night. i left house and caught the 9:15 (that is, that's the time it was due in old ballard) 44 to go to bauhaus via ougl, so that i could burn another copy of the Shining soundtrack for a friend in my french class. (as it turns out, my efforts the other day were foiled by what i can only guess was a drive problem on the comp that i was using. i had no prob when i tried today, and thus now have my long-awaited copy of the Shining soundtrack.) i left ougl at probably 10:30 or something. i'd just missed the 7 and 43 to go to capitol hill, but a 9 came along shortly. this is when the night started getting annoying.
they're doing construction on the u bridge, so the bus couldn't use the cables to cross it. this meant that once we got to the hill on the other side, we had to sit for, like, 10 minutes "charging up" or whatever. this was just a minor annoyance, but it's minor annoyances that get to me. and the fact that the reason i was going out was to read everyone's favorite philosopher kant wasn't helping the night any. so i got to bh eventually.
at bh, a friend of the barista(s) was there, and was chatting one of them up (while the other was in back). normally this isn't a problem. except that this person made no effort to allow me to order. she saw me, the barista saw me, and nothing happened. so after a minute or so, i sat myself down and waited for an opportunity to actually buy something. fucking annoying.
then the fan/light thing started to get to me. it's hard enough to focus on motherfucking kant simply because he's kant. throwing in a very slowly strobing light, and i just couldn't get jack shit done. after less than an hour, i was ready to go home. lame.
then the 7 i caught, turns out, didn't actually go all the way to the u district. and the bus driver was nice enough to not change his readerboard to indicate this, and then went to the trouble of saying "i'm only saying this once: i'm not going to the u dist. if you want to go there, get on the 7 behind me. i will not hold it for you." if i hadn't happened to have my volume down on my walkman, i'd've been skrewed. luckily i did, so i went and got on the other bus. this led to one of the few good moments of the night: a trio of equally-annoyed folk who were on my bus and transferred to the other were commenting on the busdriver's lovely disposition, and i said "ain't busdrivers grand?" to one of the guys. this, somehow (by the grace of god?) led to two of the guys and myself singing the chorus to "16 Tons": "ya load 16 tons, whaddya get? another day older and deeper in dept. saint peter don't ya call me, 'cause i can't go... i owe my soul to the company store." this was good.
so i got to the u dist, and had to wait for 20 mins for my 44 to ballard. but at least i had fun techno and a bus shelter to climb on. i made the best of it. and that was my night.
i also took my french midterm today, but that wasn't very noteworthy. i probably fucked up on the between-verb prepositions (e.g., aider à and refuser de), and on some articles, but aside from that i probably did fine. anyway, hopefully i'll get back my myth test today and i can report on that. night.
Tuesday, November 6, 2001, 01:12 p.m.
a cato article from last year on cig taxes. something to think of when y'all vote today to fuck smokers in the ass with i-773. note the health care costs and low income smokers points. i so fucking hate cig taxes. but however you vote, get yer ass in the booth.
Tuesday, November 6, 2001, 03:45 a.m.
fuckers. good fucking night.
Tuesday, November 6, 2001, 12:22 a.m.
hee, i love non-scientific, worthless psych tests that reinforce my own feelings of inadequacy. example:
btw, was led to this one by blutoastur, whom i've been reading for a bit.
Disorder Rating Paranoid: High Schizoid: High Schizotypal: High Antisocial: Moderate Borderline: Moderate Histrionic: High Narcissistic: Moderate Avoidant: Very High Dependent: Very High Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate
-- Click Here To Take The Test --
anyway, i've got french listening to do. (my french midterm is tomorrow/today.) fuckin' useless school. or something. and we're reading kant in phil. oy vey, just wait till i get started on him...
Monday, November 5, 2001, 01:58 a.m.
i feel like watching Cat on a Hot Tin Roof again.
becky's always good.
and now i sleep.
*cough*
Sunday, November 4, 2001, 07:30 p.m.
you know, i keep seeing these new fucking speed stick commercials (which in and of themselves are annoying), and each time i see one, i think the same damn thing...
:)
Sunday, November 4, 2001, 02:56 a.m.
avs lost today. fucking shite. it was 1-1 for a while, then 2-1, then we pulled aebischer and the leafs got another on the empty. and in the end it was 4-1. we're below fucking .500
i've sickened myself on strawberry and chocolate pocky. certainly the sushi, quiche, smoked salmon, and salami/roast beef/monterey jack/dijon mustard sandwich didn't help either. oh, and oatmeal too.
i've been reading privateface. my only problem is that when i stumble upon blogs with actual substance, and substance that i want to read, i have the find the time to read them. i haven't had time to read all of it yet, but i like what i have. it is goodness.
i'm listening right now to gordon downie's coke machine glow. damn good shit, yo.
yeah.
Friday, November 2, 2001, 10:03 p.m.
alright. so i took those tests today. i think they went fine. i think i did pretty well on my myth one, actually. and i should do my usual (which is pretty good) on my phil, unless i fucked up on the last essay, though i hope i didn't. anyway. then i got screwed over at the hub newsstand (they used to do 2 sodas for 1 buck, which would make it a better deal than the 20 oz. for 1 buck downstairs by the pool tables, but then they didn't, so it was 1.40, so i got screwed. beh), and then i sucked at pool. i need to just give up that game. i suck. i have no aim, i don't have a steady hand, i don't understand physics, and, most importantly, i always lose. so yeah. anyway, now i'm gonna head to bh. i'm funny.
Friday, November 2, 2001, 02:11 a.m.
i think i'm not officially screwed for tomorrow. i'm pretty much caught up on my myth reading (i only skipped some apollodorus 'cause he's fucking boring and some ovid (who's great to read; i'll hold on to metamorphoses for pleasure after the course has ended) 'cause i think we went over it enough in class), and tomorrow on the bus i plan to memorize all the greek place names (ha!).
any lingering doubts about phil were cleared up, i guess. it's not like i ever really study for stuff like that. i mean, i can't expect myself to comprehend something by reading it rapidly (whereas with the myth, it's merely memorization, which i have some hope of doing), and anyway, i actually read the phil earlier, and we discussed it in lecture and all that, so i'm probably fine. right.
ELO's "telephone line" is a good song. listening to the lyrics, it reminds me of my own situation involving a certain someone:"hello, how are you?yeah. anyway. i should get some sleep. i'll probably play some pool after school tomorrow, to finally relax after this hellish week. i'll also cut my hair, i think. sha. night.
have you been alright, through all those lonely nights?"
that's what i'd say--i'd tell you everything,
if you'd pick up that telephone...
Wednesday, October 31, 2001, 10:46 p.m.
today's events:
*school went quickly
*went to bh, but the lame music guys were there, and i had a headache, so very loud mary j. blige was not good. but i got my french and phil done
*have done some of my myth reading
*the avs lost to the blues, 1-0. we need offense.
*primetime glick is fucking hilarious
i'm still screwed, though, i think, with school. sha.
Wednesday, October 31, 2001, 01:32 a.m.
still no myth studying. i'm stupid as fuck.
my french composition amuses me. it's about what i'll do after graduation (we just learned the futur simple). it basically translates to the following: "after graduation, i'm gonna become a barista in saskatoon. i'll get a cat and some fish, and we'll watch hockey all the time. [that sentence was added for length.] i'll meet a woman, and we'll go out for about a year, till we start fighting. then i'll move to kamloops or toronto. i'll do the same thing over and over again, until i'm too old. then i'll die." ah, the dreams of youth.
anyway. i just got the idea of doing stuff over the winter break. mostly getting a middle name (severin), but i'm sure i have other stuff to do too. but, yeah, i probably won't do it. and, i really shouldn't be looking to winter break yet, should i? sad, so sad.
Monday, October 29, 2001, 07:11 p.m.
alright, so, really, once i look at my phil midterm questions (it's the standard "here are 10 questions, i'll pick 4 for the exam"), it's really not a matter of having to catch up on any reading; the subjects are things i've already read, basically. so it's just a matter of comprehension of those things. i should be able to resolve the one or two issues i have in that department well before friday. hopefully.
now, as for my myth class, yeah, i am screwed. place names? ha! i'm not gonna be able to remember greek place names. differences between powell's and ovid's treatments of certain myths? well, if i do the 200 pages of reading and actually find/remember the differences, then maybe i have a chance. of course, that's assuming i can even keep all the myths and their characters straight. which is a stretch at this point. gah, that one's gonna bite. but luckily i'm not the only one who's feeling that way. it's always good to have company in one's shortcomings.
in other news, my lightfoot cds arrived today (The United Artists Collection: his first 4 albums on 2 cds). that's goodness.
that's about all there is to today. hopefully i'll do some myth reading tonight, and things will be okay on friday. sha. bye.
Sunday, October 28, 2001, 08:19 p.m.
I've taken lately to watching Canada: A People's History on the CBC. It's really quite interesting. For one, being an American, you don't learn jack shit about anyone else, especially Canada. But you also learn bits of what is just as much American history as it is Canadian.
For example, when the US feared that Alaska might be used as a point of attack by Japan, it was Canadian Natives who did much of the labor to build the Alaska Highway for the US to use, and it was the natives who suffered and died from the diseases brought by the others. And when the US needed uranium for it's atomic bombs, it was the Dene people who mined it. They were paid 32 cents an hour for their labour, and often died as a result of it.
War is really sickening. I wish I was the sort of person who believed it could actually be separated from Humanity.
In other, more me-related news, still haven't done any homework; am now planning to use the "hey, one of the midterms is only for a 3-credit class" technique to somehow minimize the gravity of my failure.
Sunday, October 28, 2001, 01:26 a.m.
bought another pack tonight. kamels. fuck me. and i didn't do any homework today. i'm fucked this friday. bombing two midterms in one day. woo!
Saturday, October 27, 2001, 05:23 p.m.
is there significance in the playing of "hava nagila" on the organ during a hockey game? (and does the fact that "lady madonna" was played during the following break mean anything either?)
this game is fuckin' cerebral, man.
Friday, October 26, 2001, 10:15 p.m.
Don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by
You never get to stop and open your eyes
One day you're waiting for the sky to fall
The next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This vibrant skin -- this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime
But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
And we're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
--Bruce Cockburn, Lovers in a Dangerous Time
Tuesday, October 23, 2001, 08:01 p.m.
I'm going crazy crazy crazy just thinkin' about you, baby
I need to stop listening to popular radio... and maybe I would, if KEXP would play more Esthero. Beautiful stuff. According to KEXP, it was track 13 (untitled) on DJ Krush's album Zen, though it's the same beat/tune and the same Esthero lyrics as "Final Home (Vocal Version)", the last track on Kakusei, though this version had some rapping added in. Whatever. I was only listening for Esthero. KEXP usually plays about one track each morning that I want to listen to. And half the time, it's one that was requested by a friend of mine.
i hate french. it's so much of a pain. damnit.
and i got back my phil paper today. 41 out of 45. good? yes. lame? yes. fucking... i don't know how i can make it any clearer, and as far as i'm concerned, my ideas are perfectly fine. i hate philosophy. is it bad to major in something you hate? fuckall.
bah. fuckall fuckall fuckall.
Monday, October 22, 2001, 12:26 a.m.
i'm watching barenaked ladies right now. before this, i watched, like, 20 minutes of alanis. before that, 30+ minutes of our lady peace. as scary as that sounds to even my own ears, i find them all dandy. bnl is certainly the best of them all. as for why the fuck i'm watching this at all, it's the Music Without Borders benefit concert. i'm mainly just watching to see The Hip, but catching bruce cockburn et al. is a good thing for sure. the hip will probably be the concert closers, so i'll be watching for about another hour probably.
as for substantive matters, there's not much to say. i had very little homework this weekend, which was good because i did even less. i didn't get to bh at all. i would've gone tonight, but i wanted to catch this concert (it began at 10.30). oh well, i'll probably be there tomorrow. i need to do my fucking myth reading, and my dinosaurs lecture reading, and all this shite. i'm falling way behind. i'm a stupid fuck. damn.
Saturday, October 20, 2001, 10:22 p.m.
as i commented to adam earlier, it's interesting to me that i can become physically drained by music. i can just listen to a song, and i feel all the energy of my body slipping right out of me. the feeling itself is very interesting, sort of post-orgasmic. i often find myself renewed after the song ends, though some just leave me drained, and i have to work up energy just to move.
trouble,
oh, trouble, can't you see
you have made me a wreck
now won't you leave me in my misery
Friday, October 19, 2001, 12:48 a.m.
alright. so a day or two ago, i heard a dance cover of Garth Brooks' "The Dance", presumably done by Rockell. now, i just heard a dance cover of Gordon Lightfoot's "If You Could Read My Mind". now, i gotta say, neither of these has been all that bad. and, of course, the originals are great songs. the only sad part about it, really, is the people who hear these covers, love them, and never know the originals. in the brooks case, i can see it not mattering so much, on account of him not having written it (i mean, then the fact that it's not him singing it isn't as though it's detracting from the original intent, if you know what i mean; though his version i think really makes the point so much more felt that it's tearworthy), but the gordon song, that's an original: in those cases, you gotta defer to the writer (assuming they have any musical talent) to truly treat the work as they meant it to be. but still, gotta love c89. the crap you hear is amazing.
Thursday, October 18, 2001, 11:06 p.m.
also, MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!
aside from all my c89 listening (which is showing no sign of diminishing (and, btw, their site is not up-to-date)), this is my desktop.
i need woman.
Thursday, October 18, 2001, 10:49 p.m.
botm (bitch of the moment): use of titles as beginnings of entries. you know, it's like, Jonathan Livingston Seagull doesn't start with "was a bird." 'cause that's just stupid. same with blog entries. that's my opinion, at least. now, do i want to watch the daily show or the episode of tng where data tries to resign 'cause starfleet wants to strip him for parts? we'll see.
andrew rocks.
i'm having trouble remembering how to do basic html formatting. silly me.
Thursday, October 18, 2001, 03:42 p.m.
don't you just love it when it all goes to shit? what's happened in the past few days? let's see...
- i've discovered that i don't like my phil prof, and am back to finding phil nothing but futile crap
- i'm back to finding every fucking thing my mother does annoying as fuck, and i want to bash in walls whenever she's around
- i don't know what the fuck i'm doing with any of my social relationships. there's really only one relationship i like, and even that's got me scared slightly. fuckin' 'ell.
- i've started smoking again (because of all the above shit)
- and i'm still just as sexually frustrated as ever.
so yeah, everything sucks. i fucking hate myself.
Wednesday, October 17, 2001, 03:03 p.m.
you know, i went my whole life not knowing that Chris LeDoux recorded "Amarillo by Morning" in '75, 7 years before George Strait did. so, of course, i d/l'd the ledoux version, and it's just as good as george's, if not better, taken with the fact that chris was actually a rodeo man (bareback champion of the world in '76). i like the production of george's better, but damn, it's just a fucking good song. but both versions under 3 mins long! curse short songs!
anyhoo, yeah, i've mostly just been repeating that song and george's "heartland" and "carryin' your love with me" over and over in winamp. when i'm out, i'm usually listening to c89, but for some reason i love that country when i'm at home.
you know what i love? the peachfuzz hair on the fairer sex. seeing a cheek, when the sunlight hits it just right, with those soft blonde hairs, ah, it just drives me mad. women are so perfect in every way. yeah. sorry. you know, being as much of a sensualist as i am really can suck when you ain't got a woman (or man).
yeah.
i ain't got a dime, but what i got is mine
i ain't rich, but lord, i'm free
a man can dream...
so, does this mean i'm back?
Tuesday, October 16, 2001, 10:37 p.m.
then again, maybe i never really quit anything.
Monday, October 15, 2001, 02:50 p.m.
blogs and cigs. i quit one, now i've got to quit the other...
