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| Tuesday, February 27th, 2007 | | 7:50 pm |
| | Friday, February 23rd, 2007 | | 5:30 pm |
Howdy folks- As many of you may know, I am getting ready for an Appalachian Trail thru-hike attempt this spring. I have taken (at least) one semester off from school, and plan to hit the trail in Georgia on April 2. From there, it's a 2100+ mile, 6 month trek north to Mt. Katahdin in Maine. If any of y'all want to keep tabs on me, or see if I'm reported as still alive, I plan on keeping a blog throughout the trip. I will update in libraries along the way, and by sending messages back home to be posted online. This blog can be found at: http://robonthetrail.blogspot.com/Anyways, until next time, keep it straight gangsta. | | Thursday, November 16th, 2006 | | 1:30 am |
Ben Folds at Bender Arena, American University. Show opened by Corn Mo' including Caro Mio Ben and We are the Champions on the accordion. Trusted Rock this Bitch (AU edition) Always Someone Cooler than You Gone All U Can Eat Jesusland You've Got to Learn to Live with Who You Are You to Thank Annie Waits Bastard Landed Bitches ain't shit Cigarette Fred Jones Pt II Luckiest Such Great Heights (postal service/iron+wine cover) Army Ascent of Stan Kate Zak & Sara Rockin the Suburbs La Cucaracha (no shit) Narcolepsy One Angry Dwarf sweet, sweet, sweet show. Comin home on monday. See you then? Also, how about the frisbee game? Cya | | Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 | | 11:43 am |
Hi, everyone! It's been quite some time, I know, but I have a few observations to observate. Annie, Dad and I just returned from the Cape, where we spent the 4th (or at least 1st, 2nd, and 3rd) of July all together. My aunt and uncle on my Mom's side were there with two of my cousins, Jackson and Liam, who are growing up at an astounding rate. For those of you who follow the Life of Rob, these are the same Massachusetts cousins I lived with last summer while working in the print shop. Trite though it may be, it's rather amazing to watch them turn into real people. Jackson, at 14, is practically a peer now. He is now sarcastic, funny, and talented. The younger, Liam, 10, has an infectious energy and love of life that is awesome, even if it is exhausting. Anyway, it was a real treat to get to spend a little time with both sisters, an increasingly rare occurence as time marches on. In between working to get the house ready for our first crop of renters, we managed to go boating, swim, and just enjoy the beautiful weather. Tangent: Can we talk about the weather, actually? It was pretty mediocre all last week (slash last month) and is pretty lousy today, but for four days the clouds parted and we had perfect July weather on the cape. The sun shone, the breezes blew, and all was right with the world. It reminded me of the days before the new Cape house, when we would go down there for the whole summer and just relax as the hours dripped by. Now, for the last six years, we've been pouring our collective blood, sweat and tears into this new house. It has definitely been a labor of love, and I think it shows. Anyone who even vaguely appreciates the aesthetics of fine craftsmanship can see the hundreds of places where the work was done correctly instead of quickly, from the massive mortise and tenon exposed timber framing to the smallest dovetailed drawer. I couldn't help but notice the irony that as we finally make the transition from construction site to livable, enjoyable home, we have to leave. The first people to enjoy the house in its completed perfection will be perfect strangers on vacation. Meanwhile, the project at 1822 Main Street is at square two, maybe three. There are lots of hours left there, lots and lots. Oh, I neglected to mention, my grandpa was naturally at the Cape too. He's really something else. It's easy to get frustrated with his implacable stubborn nature, but then you remind yourself that A) he is a ridiculously skilled and experienced craftsman B) he's a veteran who has seen and done a helluva lot more than most people C) he's an amputee who somehow managed to lose a leg and hardly lose a step You should meet him if you get a chance. Sometimes he eats in my dining room. Enjoy yourselves Rob | | Sunday, May 14th, 2006 | | 12:07 am |
Let the Summer of 06 begin. Left campus at about 11 this morning, drove to NYC to have a lovely dinner with eldest sis, then drove back to Gbury. Arrived at about 11 in the PM. It's been a good, dare I say, great year. Lots of various ups and downs that I won't bore you with, but all told, a lot of good lessons learned and good times had by all. Even today I learned a lesson: I have a colossal amount of shit. Our car, by no means a small vehicle, was packed quite literally to the gills. Okay, maybe not quite so literally. But I have every confidence that if the car in fact had gills, it would have been packed to them. I digress. I have a ton of crap. A few bulky items, yes, but more importantly just a gradual and steady accumulation of miscellani that adds up to a ton of stuff. I will have to address this in the near future. Home means the air is clean, crisp and cool. The peeper frogs are singing across the street. My bed is awesome. My shower is clean. I go visit Elder sister on Monday!! I can't wait! Where are you? Let's say "Hi" to one another. I need a few things to happen before this summer is officially kicked off. Here they are, in no particular order. -Reunion of the A-Team, with pursuant badminton/frisbee playing -Reunion with Jared, with pursuant ping-pong, video games, and excellence -Reunion with everyone else -Barbecue, at least 5 times in a single week -Return of Sister -Adventure(s) -Pool lounging with Senor Tobin And a lot of other crap. In other words, we have a lot of work to do. Let's get this summer under way! | | Sunday, April 2nd, 2006 | | 12:12 pm |
Opening Day Genesis. BY GLENN BIRKEMEIER - - - - In the big inning, God created Heaven on Earth. And it was without form, and void. God separated the dirt from the grass. He called the grass Outfield and the dirt He called Infield. God made the Infield a 90-foot square and the Outfield not less than 400 feet to center and 320 feet down the lines. He declared this Fair Territory. All other territory, God then declared, was Foul. And God divided the players into two teams of nine players each, under direction of a manager, to play The Game on His field. God called some of these players Pitchers and some of them Hitters. He placed a Pitcher precisely 60 feet 6 inches from a Hitter. Then God commanded that it's one, two, three strikes you're out at the ol' Ballgame. And God granted jurisdiction of The Game to lesser Gods, whom He called Umpires. God said the Umpires are infallible, blessed with Heavenly authority, whose judgment is not to be questioned under penalty of expulsion from The Game. And God looked at his creation and He was pleased. Then God created the Infield Fly Rule to confuse nonbelievers. And God said, Let there be light beer, and there was. And, God said, let there be peanuts and hot dogs and overpriced souvenirs and let there be frosty chocolate malts with little wooden spoons that you can buy nowhere else except at this Heaven, which God called a Ballpark, and there was. God looked at His creation and it was good. And the Lord God formed, from the dust, a collection of elite players in His own image. The Lord God then breathed the breath of life into His creation. God called this creation the National League. And God said, It is not good for the National League to be alone. The Lord God shall make it a mate. And thus, while the National League slept, God took several of its top players and created the American League. And God blessed The Game, saying, Be fruitful and multiply. Put teams in every city with deserving fans, God added, even if this occurs at the expense of starting-pitching depth. From time to time, God understood, The Game would be corrupted by the Serpent. The Serpent was more cunning than any other beast and he would take many wicked forms: the Black Sox, segregation, the Designated Hitter, the Reserve Clause, dead balls, juiced balls, spit balls, corked bats, George Steinbrenner, AstroTurf, the 1981 strike, collusion, lockouts, Pete Rose, the 1994 strike, greenies, cocaine, HGH, Andro, steroids, $20 parking, corporate mallparks, Scott Boras, Donald Fehr, and Bud Selig. But, God said, the goodness in The Game shall always prevail. As needed, the Lord shall bestow upon The Game a Savior. And the Savior, like the Serpent, can take many forms. The Savior shall remind Fans how blessed The Game truly is. The Savior shall be called by many names, including Cy, Matty, Honus, Big Train, the Babe, Wrigley Field, Fenway Park, Lou Gehrig, Branch Rickey, Jackie Robinson, Buck O'Neil, Hank Greenberg, Red Barber, Harry Carey, Vin Scully, Jack Buck, Satchel Paige, Bill Veeck, Roberto Clemente, Ernie Banks, Hammerin' Hank, Cool Papa, Dizzy, Lefty, Whitey, Stan the Man, Big Klu, the Say Hey Kid, Campy, Duke, the Mick, the Splendid Splinter, the Gas House Gang, the Big Red Machine, the Damn Yankees, Pudge Fisk, Pudge Rodriguez, Yaz, Pops, the Wizard of Oz, Fernando, George Brett, Moonlight Graham, Roy Hobbs, Wild Thing Vaughn, Bingo Long, the Ryan Express, Donnie Baseball, Rickey, Eck, the Big Unit, the Cactus League, Cal Ripken, Tony Gwynn, Camden Yards, Rotisserie Drafts, Web Gems, Derek Jeter, Dontrelle Willis, Vlad Guerrero, and, from the Far East, Ichiro. And, God guaranteed, there are many more to come. God looked upon His creation and He was very pleased. And God spoke, yelling, PLAY BALL! Baseball starts TONIGHT! | | Monday, February 27th, 2006 | | 8:45 pm |
| | Wednesday, January 11th, 2006 | | 2:24 am |
Yesterday was truly epic. A small core of devoted people... dare I say, heroes, gathered together between the hours of 10:00 AM of January 9th and 2:00 AM of January 10th to meet the daunting task of watching all six Star Wars films in sequential order. After accomplishing this feat, I can safely say that the first 10 minutes of any of the three REAL Star Wars movies far excedes the quality of all three of the "prequels" put together. Also, we came to form an interesting hypothesis: Han Solo is almost singlehandedly the difference between the two trilogies, in terms of lending complexity and greatness to them. Discuss? Also, Padme... Whore Island. A charming little paradise off the coast of the Whore Continent, adrift in the Whorish sea of the Whore Planet in the Whore System. Just FYI. Also, a Scurvish-English dictionary is currently being researched. Aside from yesterday, quite possibly the high point of my existence thus far, I have had what I can only describe as a shiftless week. There's something about coming home from Disney World... the street signs are drab green and white instead of whimsical purple and yellow, I rarely drive under arches declaring where I am headed, and very few people THANK me for having an excellent time. What's more, I haven't been shrank, blasted through the universe, or sent back in time EVEN ONCE since I returned, an alarming decline indeed. Anywho, the next few days will be spent going to visit some of the people who keep me functioning, including the doctor and barber. Then it's a bit of Annie-chillin', followed by the trip back to AU. I'm feeling alarmingly blase about all of this. I'm not particularly yearning to return to school, but it's not like I am dying to stick around here, either. I think once I get back into the swing of things, interning and classing and whatnot, my broken motivator will repair itself. ...that, or I'll get stuck in a new rut. Psh. But seriously, this semester will be excellent. Spring is awesome, my classes sound great, and I should be less stressed out. Now all I have to do is make some brilliant plan for how to spend my summer... Anyways, it's 2:30 and I should be trying to get back onto some semi-reasonable sleeping schedule, but instead here I am. Time to brush my teeth and set an early alarm clock... aside from the ole car battery to the temples, it's the best way to kick the circadian rhythms back into Eastern Standard. Cheerio! | | Friday, December 23rd, 2005 | | 12:30 pm |
I know what you're all thinking: an update in Rob's livejournal? What evil tiding does this bear? ...okay, probably very few of you are actually thinking that. In fact, most of you are probably just checking the ollllld livejournal friends page (for the several-th time today, if you're anything like me) and glad to see ANYTHING new to read. Well here's the lowdown: I am infinitely glad that last semester is over. Now let us never speak of it again. For some reason, last semester seemed to be kinda lame for everyone I have spoken to about it. Why is that, precisely? A friend of mine at school theorizes that in the second year of college, the mystique of being away from home and the intrigue of a new setting is gone, and instead it's just a grind. Now I don't know about THAT, but who's to say in this crazy topsy turvy world of ours. In any case, last semester was kinda rife with various perturbances and frustrations, but here's the positives! -Vast amounts of video game playing with a small cadre of awesome gentlemen on my floor, all of whom have adopted 4 letter code names in the spirit of utter nerdliness. -Awesome internship at the World Wildlife Fund, where I actually got to do fun and interesting things as opposed to running copies or getting coffee for people! -A roommate who shares my jerky cynicism and appreciation for the absurd -Baseball season, when it was going, including my sister Annie's visit to DC involving a Nats and an O's game! -Sweet music making with Dime -T-Give, the ultimate holiday -Other miscellani So it really wasn't all that bad, looking back at it. Regardless, I'm not sad that it's over. I'm looking forward to a sweet break, a new year and a new start. As long as this pain in the ass bout of mono doesn't interfere with my sweet break too much, it all should go down well. Yeah, the thing no one warned me about mono: the friggin sore throat. I don't mind the tiredness, I don't really even notice it, but the sore throat is the worst I have ever dreamed of. I wake up after at most 6 hours of sleep every night because my painkillers wear off and this brutal throat pain is back. It really blows.
Annnnnnnnywho...
Looking forward to X-mas, even though it will be very strange having my first Christmas ever away from home! For the holiday weekend, the family is traveling to Massachusetts to my cousin's house. It seems like the right thing to do, they have been dragging their family to our place for years, but it will still be different! I'm looking forward to it.
Looking forward even more to DISNEY with Jared and my 2nd family. Must destroy mono before this trip...
Anyways, that's me! I hope all is well. Drop a line, and happy holidays!
Also, if I don't talk to you, sorry I'm missing the Bush new year extravaganza. I'll miss you all.
-Robe | | Sunday, December 4th, 2005 | | 6:05 pm |
Man, I'm tapped. Period. Game over. Pounding out the most boring paper I have ever had the pleasure of writing. It's due awfully soon, especially considering I will be at WWF for 6 or so hours tommorow, and be singing at the MCI Center (sweet!) for another 3 or 4. Oh dear. So here's the rundown: School: Ugh. Getting there. Ask me in two weeks. Roommate: Still the man. Floormates: A highly excellent group of people. Money: All gone Other people: No comment. Christmas presents: Un-bought X-Mas break: Closer every day!!!!!! Can't wait to get home. Looks like it will be early afternoon on Wednesday the 21st. Someone please tell me that the Choir concert is that night, not a week earlier! Also, that same person, please tell me you're singing the Hallelujah Chorus!! This year feels much more like a day-to-day grind than last year. But the thing about day-to-day grinds is they have to end sometime. Back to analyzing the involvement of interest groups in the passage of NAFTA. Skippy. Can't wait to see you all! | | Sunday, November 20th, 2005 | | 7:06 pm |
Okay, no one else is taking the reins on this one and the time is quickly approaching, so here it is.... THIRD (i think?) ANNUAL THANKSGIVING GLASTONBURY FRISBEE GAME!!!! BOW BEFORE ITS GLORY! I propose WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON after Madrigals and school, at Addison. Is there a football game conflict?? If so, maybe Saturday or Friday? Friday might work.... FILE YOUR SCHEDULES HERE!!!!!!!!! | | Sunday, August 21st, 2005 | | 10:47 pm |
mission accomplished so here it was Wednesday: get checked out for trip. This means of course having a dentists appointment and doctor's appointment within hours of one another, gaining a clean bill of health for canoeing and college. It helps to have a sister who is intimately involved in the whole doctor's office scene, who can schedule stuff and explain how to fill out forms in idiot terms. Also, between appointments went with said sister to McDonald's for a fantastic meal. So here i am, after my appointments, with a car full of gear. It's about 2 hours too early for me to leave for Maine if i am going to get there late enough to not interrupt Bush's big family dinner. Feeling restless and not wanting to wait, i decide to leave immediately FROM the doctor's, and kill 2 hours during the trip somehow. This is done several ways. First, I stop in every single "Welcome to this State" house along the way. This is Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Maine. I felt thoroughly welcomed, although most of all in New Hampshire, which had vending machines that ACCEPTED CREDIT CARDS. This seems amazing and wonderful to me, and was the first awesome thing to happen that day. Secondly, I called several choice people from the road to quite literally "Shoot the Shit" (well, not THAT quite literally) and talk about NOTHING at all except my crippling road rage. Once in Maine, i was in uncharted territory. 95 North. So i stopped in several towns, realizing gradually that i had to pay a toll every time i exited and re-entered said roadway. My last stop was the longest, in the Sebago Lake region. I stopped at a sweet thrift/salvage shop, found the lake on my GPS and drove to it. Snapped a few pictures, and found a truck stop/diner. Ate a sweet dinner. Hit the road again, figuring i was about on schedule. Made it to Bush's RIGHT on time, without getting lost (Thanks to ridiculously accurate directions, down to the 1/10th of a mile, provided by Mr. Bush) Fell in love with Bush's maine abode. Absolutely beautiful log house on an island on a lake. His grandparents are awesome, and the Bush family is (of course) just fantastic in every way. Sleep. Thursday: Up early. Wanted to leave REAL early, but got waylaid by the offer of hot eggs and sausage. Partook. hit the road around 8, drove on sketchy bumpy logging roads with canoe on the car. Thought Subaru would explode, it didn't. Parked at boat launch after meeting the most lost person ever in a car, put boat in. Paddled up VERY stiff wind along Third Machias Lake. Beautiful, sunny day. Not a soul on the lake, and no houses to be seen. Spotted a bald eagle, loons, other assorted flora/fauna. Sharpened our canoe skills which were first developed on that fateful boy scout trip. Paddled up Machias river to Fourth Machias Lake. Decided not to camp on pretty island scattered with the bones of many various animals, due to possible haunted-ness. Found and made camp on a beautiful stretch of sandy beach. Ate a hot meal, slept soundly. Friday: Awakened by the first light of dawn, up and making breakfast by the time the sun rose. Noticed huge moose tracks about 10 feet from tent. Pondered the swimming ability of moose. Went on a morning paddle, then broke camp and paddled back down. Once again, were going into wind. Pondered the unpredictable and perturbing nature of wind. Spotted a fox, osprey, more loons and another bald eagle. Made camp on excellent island campsite, enjoyed a nice fire and another hot meal. After dark, some fool sets off a signal flare upriver of us. Not having seen anyone on the way down, we decide to be good Boy Scouts and paddle out, under complete darkness, to make sure no one needs help. Find no one. Return and sleep. Loved the sound of loons calling through the night. Saturday: Rose very early, broke camp fast. Paddled down to launch, drove canoe a few miles to the Machias river slightly downstream. Unloaded except for bare essentials, and set off down 2nd and 1st Machias Lakes, and a good stretch of the Machias river. navigated LOTS of rapids with good success, except for one set that we rolled the canoe on (whoops). Later learned that an "accomplished canoeist" had lost her life the previous year on that very stretch of fast water. Pondered the ominous nature of rapids. After several hours of navigating through perfect silence without a word spoken, we were talking loudly after navigating a particularly thorny rapid successfully when we rounded a bend to see a huge mother moose standing in the river ahead. Bush and I, not exactly shrimpy, may have stood as high as her shoulder. She had a calf with her, who was probably the size of a large horse. Breathtaking. Paddled for a while in awed silence after they scampered off into the woods (in reality, a moose is too large to scamper, its more like a crashing juggernaut type of effect). Spotted yet another bald eagle, a large owl, and assorted kingfishers. Made it to our take out place in perfect time, hauled the canoe out and headed back to camp. Ate huge dinner. Met more Bush cousins. Sunday: Enjoyed camp. Ate a huge breakfast of blueberry pancakes. Sailed the Bush's boat through rain (And surprisingly decent wind) to the launch to be taken out for winter. Learned how to use a jib on a small boat. Hopped in car. Made great time (355 miles in 5.5 hours) except for a 90 minute stop at the LL Bean outlet store in Freeport, Maine. The most glorious place on earth for outdoorsy nerds like us. Conclusion: I doubt you read all this. It's really for my own good more than yours, so i can re-read this a long time from now and remember what was a fantastic trip. The far stretches of maine are some of the last truly wild places in our little neck of the woods, and are astonishingly beautiful. It takes work to see this beauty, but it's worth it. Anyone who doesn't camp in the wilderness is not living. Only in these long days and nights do you get to truly clear your mind of all distractions and concentrate on the moment you are in. It is a cleansing experience that borders on the religious. Go, now. I certainly will continue to go as often as i can. By the Numbers: Total Miles Driven: 910.7 Total Hours Driving (Est): 16 Stops for Gas: 3 Check Engine Light Scares: 1 Dollars Spent at LL Bean: $40 (can you believe it? i demonstrated great self control if i do say so) Miles Canoed: Many. Average Canoeing Speed: 3 miles/hour Maximum canoeing speed, according to GPS: 14.2 miles per hour (whaaaaaa?) Times canoe flipped: 1 Times canoe REALLY REALLY ALMOST flipped: 2 Moose spotted: 2 Bald Eagle Sightings: 4 Ramen bowls consumed: 2 each Hot cocoa cups consumed: 4 each Photos taken: 50 Hours spent worrying about dry-ness of film camera in canoe: Many. Best trip in a long, long time. Back to school on Friday night. | | Thursday, August 4th, 2005 | | 8:52 pm |
if you were to ask me why i love dan hudner, i would simply refer you to this conversation: Ive REDORKULATED: or so it would seem Ive REDORKULATED: sometimes the oak doesnt sway too far from its branches, gnumsayin? PenguinDEH: i mean, i understand the... no Ive REDORKULATED: dullard PenguinDEH: what the hell are you gsayin? Ive REDORKULATED: you wouldn't understand anyway PenguinDEH: i just want to help! PenguinDEH: you have to express your metaphores to others Ive REDORKULATED: then help by not throwing any more wild pitches Ive REDORKULATED: if you know what im saying PenguinDEH: cause they is fucked up shit, and they dont make no kind o sense PenguinDEH: ohhh okay Ive REDORKULATED: THANK you Ive REDORKULATED: thats all i ask PenguinDEH: i gotcha... take out the boats with two stones, eh? Ive REDORKULATED: thats right, so the third stays right in your bootstrap where it belongs Ive REDORKULATED: glad we're on the same pagew PenguinDEH: hot damn, all you had to say was some birds are not meant to be egged! Ive REDORKULATED: i wasn't sure if you had all the right pillowcases PenguinDEH: i ATE the pillowcases... for fiber PenguinDEH: but seriously... i gotta go eat icecream Ive REDORKULATED: Oh well, my mistake. Some crocs don't catch second glimpses from dingos. PenguinDEH: for fiber PenguinDEH: ahh, but the second hand of time will always go with the coyote, to eat its young Ive REDORKULATED: unless it's daylight savings time PenguinDEH: and then its as though the headlights of hte world have those little headlight squeegie-wiper things Ive REDORKULATED: fat lot of good headlights will do you if your navigator's in the board room canoodling with the ferris wheel operator Ive REDORKULATED: ASS PenguinDEH: YEAH and my navigator became pregnant wiht the child of the village... dick PenguinDEH: the icecream calls PenguinDEH: assume bushs at 10 PenguinDEH: unless i contact you like the straw whistles in the wind, blowing debris over the bag Ive REDORKULATED: very good then | | Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005 | | 12:04 pm |
Well here we are, then! Work in the printing business has officially ended, and after a quasi-relaxing quasi-tense weekend in Cape Cod I returned to the G Unit yesterday morning. I then proceded to have one of the more summery days of my summer, comprised of going to Wang with Bush, trying to call up an adventure, playing with Tobin's pool, throwing a frisbee, and participating in a sweet StarCraft LAN party. Well, post-game analysis for the whole summer in Mass thing... All in all, I'd say it worked out alright! The paycheck at the end of the day was pretty good, and I got a chance to really spend a lot of quality time with my aunt, uncle, and two awesome cousins. It is very strange to watch kids you have seen grow up turn into actual PEOPLE. There comes a point in their lives (11-13, somewhere in there?) where they start to have opinions, and be funny, and have conversations. It's all rather extraordinary. I also enjoyed getting a chance to jump into a trade headfirst and learn about it, and actually do work with my hands as opposed to sitting at a desk in a law firm all summer (the alternative). And yes, I may or may not be the first political science major in history to turn down a law internship in favor of a printing shop. The bad part, of course, is I didn't get to see anybody. I started alleviating that situation yesterday, and hope to continue for the remainder of my summer! Some time ago, my sister annie made a pretty astute point about college, i think it pretty much hits it on the nail: you don't want to leave school come may, but you don't want to leave home in august. I think that rule can be applied to life as well: no one likes big changes that are out of their control. all in all, the summer to this point has been... very strange. I'd be lying if i said it was a very ENJOYABLE or fun summer to this point, but i definitely HAVE had a chance to learn quite a bit about the world. I'm not yet quite sure what all those lessons were, but i think that should figure itself out in the wash. until that happens, i plan on just doin my thing. Sooooooooooo in conclusion, i = back in town, so give me a call 860.402.GOAT so i can hang out with you. please? in the words of beccap, can we be friends?? | | Thursday, July 14th, 2005 | | 7:59 pm |
yesterday was huge. yeesh. i spent the whole day at work feeding the large printing press, meaning i spent my whole day throwing 50,000+ sheets of 25"x38" paper. my back is totally shot. on the plus side: red sox v tampa bay at fenway on the green monster with sister annie on monday! | | Monday, July 4th, 2005 | | 5:57 pm |
you know stuff is weird when instead of being bummed out straight up, you're just annoyed and bothered by the very fact that you're still bummed out, because being bummed out is so severely against your philosophy on life. It's really just quite absurd when you step back and look at it. but alas, ridiculous or not, that's me. work's worky, weekends are tiring (although this one was nice, cousins and sisters to the cape for a gorgeous weekend and fun times all around) and i don't know what i'm going to do when work ends in a little while. man, in the immortal words of Ferris Bueller, life moves pretty fast. and if you don't stop and look around every now and then, you might miss it. thats how i feel right now... like i'm missing it. and that kinda sucks. yuck. its amazing how fast stuff can happen. 2 years ago this month i never would have been able to guess where i would be ONE year ago, and likewise ONE year ago i'd never be able to guess where i would be NOW. That works the good way, and the bad way...but i suppose as long as it all balances out in the end that's pretty much all you can ask for. man, i'm so EMO. it's kinda... heh, SAD. ahhahahahahahha in conclusion, i severely don't like being random and cryptic and emo. really, i mean that. i much prefer the no nonsense approach to life. yeah, i got dumped. or left, or broken up with, or whatever ridiculous phrase best summarizes whatever the hell happened (i still haven't quite figured it out). Any other time i would be the guy happily making fun of 'that guy' who goes all angsty when something like that happens, and letting it throw his rhythm off for wayyyy too long. But i've done the unimaginable: i've become THAT GUY. so in conclusion, i've gotta snap this shizz and get back to actually enjoying myself. well, that's me in a nutshell. See you all latah (especially when i make a triumphant return to G-Town in early august to enjoy some actual summerage!) | | Sunday, June 19th, 2005 | | 8:46 pm |
hi everyone still alive! may be in glastonbury at some point... not this next weekend, MAYBE the weekend after. hard to say. that is all hows stuff? | | Wednesday, June 15th, 2005 | | 9:23 pm |
would anyone be interested in a 2 week-ish excursion mid to late august, either a long backpacking trip or bike ride somewhere in this great country of ours? i am thinking maybe out west or up north. Anybody? | | Thursday, June 2nd, 2005 | | 9:17 pm |
damn stuff's funny, eh? things can go along their same way for months at a time, then change in an instant, then get stuck in the new way for months again. at least that's what seems to have happened here this damn thing just won't get any easier, or any better i keep busy from day to day, working full days and on the weekends tooling back home or to the cape where i work more. it's gotten to the point where i just go through days as an out of body experience, in my own world somewhere. trite though i may be, i am just numb sorry to have disappeared from radar so much. i miss everyone, and it just contributes to my not feeling like myself. work tommorow then driving to cape cod to put up trim. sorry to be angsty. but damn. | | Sunday, May 22nd, 2005 | | 9:24 pm |
Good weekend. Drove home after a half day of work on Friday, sat around relaxing and then visited gooood ole jared. who is really a clutch guy. We mosied on down to the Pops concert, about 30 minutes late, and parked WAY THE HELL OUT THERE far away from everything. Stole good seats from Dan Bush and Diane, enjoyed the concert! Good job all involved, especially Seniors! it was fun to be there but at the same time very strange to feel back in high school and see some people. eh So then the next morning at 4, woke up to prepare for the backpacking! Got all packed up, inhaled some food, and Dan and Mister Bush showed up. My dad and i piled into their car and the 4 of us dashed off to Crawford Notch NH for some quality backpacking. The weather held out the first day, no rain, pretty warm and humid, with a high enough ceiling (about 5000-6000 feet) so that we could see for MILES. Hiked to Mizpah Springs hut, dropped our heavy loads, and hiked up to Mt Clinton and Mt Eisenhower. Both were repeats for me, so no new peaks to add to the list. But it was a GREAT hike in good company. Got back to camp in time for the rain to start, tent stayed dry. To our surprise, woke up with tents covered in snow! Had a GREAT descent through the snow which turned to rain as we lost altitude nothing like a hike to clear ones mind. it was very good indeed. now im back in Mass, got work early tommorow... so bedtime! |
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