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|Tuesday, June 5th, 2012|
|Sunday, July 31st, 2011|
Things are happening kind of in extremes, it feels.
About to go bowling with J in Lancaster. Finally playing PS3 on weekdays.
A room of one's own... in which to go mad!
|Friday, June 10th, 2011|
|Oh honey, no.
Oh roommate. I didn't think you seriously liked how you decorated--I thought it was something of a joke.
Oh honey... no.
|Thursday, April 14th, 2011|
God help me. I really like Katy Perry.
|Thursday, March 3rd, 2011|
|I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.
It's a song about Wuthering Heights, first of all. And the official video for this is pretty good, but I really like Noel Fielding's take on it.
|Wednesday, February 16th, 2011|
Also, my hunger still exists, but I am so bored of food. I don't eat anywhere near as much as I need to, and I'm losing weight that I really didn't have to lose.
So it's time to start Operation: Lard Ass.
|Friday, October 1st, 2010|
|This post is all about ME!
Just to change things up. First, I'm 33 on the second. I feel like this is a 'golden b-day, as Balsz looks like 3, like testicles. So it's like balls balls balls.
Next, apparently my cynicism has gone so far around I am optimistic. I think, politically, history is starting to fail, and we must expand what is possible beyond what has happened before.
Frankly, it's wierd to argue with a friend where I'm not the apologist for entrenched power, but instead saying American politics is out-dated. Well, happy b-day to me.
|Saturday, August 7th, 2010|
|Do I smell an Oscar?!
"When you're putting on your make up, it's like you're an artist. But instead of painting a canvas, you're painting your face." -Cher, to Xtina Aguilera-Monster, in "Burlesque." It's like Showgirls meets Chicago. It's going to be so bad, it'll be amazing. Awesome. Oh my actual, fucking god.
|Monday, August 2nd, 2010|
It's at least been 2 years, maybe three, since I last heard from an old chum who's in the Marines and deployed 'in the sandbox,' in his words.
I'm not sure how he's doing, if he's still alive, or free/not a POW. I'm also not sure if the silence is intentional, or if it's a 'lost the number' thing (as I've lost his), or if he's incapable of getting out phone calls while deployed.
At this point, I'd be pretty happy to know that he's been well, living with his wife and just not feeling a need to chat. I'd also be happy (enough) to find out that he's still alive, but that he'd rather not talk to me for whatever reason, that we're no longer friends. I'd count that as a win, rather than finding out he died years ago and I haven't been able to hear about it.
I keep checking the casualty lists every month or so, looking for his name. It's a sad thing to admit: although I met him in ...97? and although we've been friends for years, we haven't kept in contact throughout all that time. I am not 100% sure of the spelling of his last name, although I'm almost certain of it.
I miss him, and wish him well. To absent friends.
|Tuesday, March 30th, 2010|
I've often fought against the term "privilege" in race-theory because a privilege is not a right; it's not something someone is entitled to, and therefore one way to remove an unequal privileged system would be to remove the privileges--to lower everyone to the same position. So when someone says "It's a privilege to not have to fear for your life," it seemed to me that one way to rectify this would be to make everyone fear for their life. That is absurd.
However, this really short essay is amazing, and I think puts that objection to rest. http://www.nymbp.org/reference/WhitePrivilege.pdf
I can't believe how well this is written. I wish I was that good back in my Rhetoric days.
|Monday, March 22nd, 2010|
It's silly, but this video kind of made me tear up. It's just an assortment of random clips, but these clips include Johnny 5, Batman, and the Incredible Hulk.
|Thursday, January 21st, 2010|
Oh computer. Oh fuck you. Why did you destroy so much of my file? Why is the most recent temp file of this from yesterday? So much work I was proud of, down the toilet. So much re-treading to do now, so much time wasted. damn, I should have emailed it to myself already.
|Thursday, December 3rd, 2009|
So hoo boy. It's been a long time. Still unemployed, which is lame. However, it appears the plans are to be changed.
I've decided that while I'm still going to try to find employment as a lawyer, I'm also going to try to find a part-time or full-time grunt job that doesn't require a lot of mental concentration. I will then "hang up my shingle," and go into solo practice.
Pros for this: there's a Gov't Depository of tax law that is free to access here in the Bay Area. This means I can do my research manually for free.
I'm pretty educated, having taken exactly 20 tax law classes. There isn't a chapter of the tax code that I have not been at least exposed to, if not have some level of familiarity.
This will let me actually use my education, and do some good work hopefully.
Cons for this:
Holy crap it's scary. I'll have to start charging to cover my loans, my bar fees, my malpractice insurance, and my MCLE classes which I must keep current. This means I'm going to have to figure a budget, and keep a certain amount of billable hours/flat fees per month.
I'll have to build a client base. This will take some time.
If I mess up, I won't have anyone to blame it on, or go for support on. I'll be flying without a net.
But whatever. This is the plan at present. We'll see how it comes.
|Saturday, November 7th, 2009|
|Poor J. Shall we cry?
I was going to post about how difficult things are, but they're not the worst they could be, nor are they as bad as I feared they'd be. K; off to do some shopping for food, then do more bullshit. Ta.
|Friday, October 2nd, 2009|
|I say it's my birthday...
So to do my standard traditions, I've a themesong that focuses on my age. And thirtytwo is still a goddamn number.
k, ta captains.
|Monday, September 28th, 2009|
|On going to the Folsom Street Fair.
A friend: "It's changed. It's become a spectator event."
Me: "Well, you can always participate."
A friend: "Yeah. It's like, 'I'd love to pee on you, but not with all those guys standing around video-taping it.'"
Me: "You've gotta draw the line somewhere."
Me: "Speaking of, what's the name of that alley?"
A friend: "Dore."
Oh Bay Area. Folsom Street Fair was over the top, as usual. Eventually it became too much and I had to gtfo and decompress my mind.
|Tuesday, August 25th, 2009|
For the last 4 years, I've been trying to find a particular song. All I could remember is the chorus "What it is", repeated. I knew it was a soul song with a female lead vocal.
I learned yesterday that it's Aretha Franklin's "Rocksteady."
Ironically, the chorus is:"Rocksteady. Rocksteady baby.
Let's call this song exactly what it is.
What it is what it is what it is."
Tonight's been intense.
Ah well. Doomed.
|Friday, August 14th, 2009|
|Friday, August 7th, 2009|