| This thing is kind of like a blog, only without all of the Mr. Fancy-Pants, well....fancy pants. Because I don't need 'em! |
| February 1, 2004 |
| Super Bowl Sunday - If the Bengals aren't playing, I'm not caring, but it was good to see people and meet people and have fun watching what turned out to be a pretty competitive, interesting game. I was really, really hoping that Adam Vinatieri missed that last field goal, not because I wanted the Patriots to lose, but just because I would have enjoyed seeing him flop to the ground like a fish and immediately enter into a coma. Seeing how he made it, I wanted him be named MVP for the game so that when Jim Nance interviewed him, he could remark about how crucial that final field goal was to his mental well-being...even his life. I just envisioned him saying, "Well ya know, Jim, to be honest, its a good thing I made that 3rd one, because if I missed it, I had every intention of ending it all right there. See?" as he reaches behind him and pulls a revolver from his waistband. Then there'd be a really uncomfortable silence, before Nance laughed awkwardly, praying that his producer would send them to a commercial. Well, the semester is almost going full-bore. So tonight was my first day to do "real" homework. Not too pleased about it. It interferes with reading, movie-watching and Madden. Speaking of Madden, not that anyone cares, but my Bengals team is 4-0 and averaging 46 points a game. I am also averaging about 3 INTs a game, and kick/punt return touchdown per game. I'll tell you what, in Madden 2004, since you can make your whole team collapse on the run, linebackers aren't too important. Get three or four good corners and a good pass rusher (think Julius Peppers) to get sacks or hurry the QB into mistakes, and you're made. Jon and Jose don't stand a chance this season. Listening to Dane Cook, me and a couple buddies decided this past Friday to say "Screw chicks! Tonight, I just want to dance. I want to dance in a circle around our pocketbooks and shoes!" This of course meant Rams Lounge, only guys-night-out style. Very fun. Download some Dane Cook clips or buy his CD...other than that, my song pick for the night will be Further Seems Forver with "Snowbirds and Townies." Check it out - I'm going to sleep. |
| Ok, so I'm kinda pissed right now because besides having to go to bullshit lifeguarding, I had poetry class this morning, which is normally great, but today was not. I got my first assignment back and I don't think my teacher liked a single part of it, and basically tore it apart. I don't have a problem with this because I am too proud to take criticism - this wasn't my best poem ever, and I knew it. But I'm pissed because in all honesty, I feel like he didn't try very hard to understand it. If poetry was supposed to be easy, everything would be "Roses are red, violet's are blue"... perhaps I made this one a bit too tough to crack, perhaps I didn't leave enough clues, but I think the good poem is one the reader needs to work a little for, so they feel some sense of ownership and secret-no-girls-allowed-club type inclusion, once they finally get it. If this guy is a professional poetry teacher, I would think he'd be able to get SOMETHING out of what I wrote, but by his account, it sounds like he couldn't. Hence I feel like he just didn't try very hard, and it makes me want to go meet with him and tell him that I feel that way. Here, you be the judge: "She is Always Beautiful" One size fits all but this faceless garment is always a dress. Always beautiful. She's got a way, and there's something in the way she moves: every little thing she does is magic. The past one, turning her back on the cool, rain-soaked haze of dusk, peeled pink glaze from her nails and, dully, sighed. But her replacement is different, sweet and kind. Eyes exactly like the sun, lips of coral-red. She is Beautiful. Perfect. Until her plans begin to answer to the TV. Whining about Dickens and Poe. Calling four times, knowing no one is home. She is gone. Looking back at this, I feel like it is as clear as I originally thought - the title is the key that unlocks it all. Grrrr.... I'd really love feedback regarding what you make of the poem. [email protected] is where to reach me. In other news, I still am doing a poor job of catching up on the films that are up for the big awards at the upcoming Oscars - I REALLY need to see Mystic River soon. Also, song of the day is Bonnie Raitt's "I Can't Make You Love Me" - I blame Fordham's own Satin Dolls. |
| February 9, 2004 |
| Last night here before we depart to Rhode Island for Atlantic 10 Indoors, and I am struggling with yet another poem. Andy and I showed our soon-to-attain-classic-status film today in Digital Video Design. I felt like maybe our professor could have stood to compliment our film for doing lots of things right that he had pointed out were wrong in other groups' projects, but so it goes. I have decided to swear off AIM, using it only for practicaly purposes, or the occasional conversation with someone who lives far away, with the intention of making myself more efficient with my time. I have surprised myself with how good I've been about not just idly chatting. But it hasn't stopped me from compulsively checkin away messages. Or compulsively going to running websites. In short, compulsively procrastinating. Long and short, if I have an away message up, don't wait for it to come down to talk to me. I'm probably sitting right here, not using AIM. Call my room (718-817-2167) or drop me a message - I'll get it and get back to you. I was wondering tonight, how is the band Third Eye Blind not controversial? They are so casually graphic in their songs but they get played on the radio without even a raise of the eyebrow. For instance: "I want to stay right here and go down on you for an hour or maybe more." I guess I'm mildly outraged that there isn't more outrage over this because its a ridiculous cheesy line. Who talks like that? "Hey baby, I want to stay right here and go down on you, for an hour...or maybe more. But maybe not. Who knows?" Don't even get me started on Crack, Acid & Fellatio Fest 1999 - that is to say, the song "Semi-Charmed Life." |
| February 19, 2004 |
| March 11, 2004 |
| Finished up my crappy internship at the Creative Coalition today. It was nice for my resume, but dear lord was the work terrible. After a semester and a half there I have developed such job skills as how to put stuff in envelopes, and in two-pocket folders. Hire me! (At least I will always be able to fall back on the main qualication of my resume: my ability to "Talk the shit out of the bitches" as attested to by one Peter Weisz.) In sweet news I was hired as an RA (that's "resident assistant") for one of the apartment buildings in Fordham's off-campus housing system. There aren't many RA spots for off-campus housing and they are pretty coveted - as a will-be junior, I consider it something of a coup that I got one of them. So basically, next year the school will be paying me a tuition stipend (~ $2000 a year?), a food allowance, and $10,000 in room and board to go live in the apartments that just about everyone on campus wants to live in, but can't. [pats self on back] Rambler Andy Goodrich and I are project partners in our Digital Video Design class, and our most recent film (a double-crossing cop drama) garnered rave reviews from classmates and professor alike. Look for it your neighborhood Blockbuster next month. Well I was listening to Weezer's Pinkerton while interning the other day, and after finishing up that album I stopped and thought "Where was this last semester when it described my freaking life? I mean, I really WAS Rivers Cuomo then! Well, minus the whole obsession with Japanese girls." Today I go to get film developed at one of the film places near where I intern, and the following exchange takes place: Me: How long does your regular service take? Guy-Behind-Counter: 24 hours. Me: Oh, OK. I'll go with the one-hour then. Guy: That's $20.16 then. Me: OK. Guy: Ok....your prints will be ready tomorrow at 3. Me: .. [guy blinks.] Me: Well then, it's not really one-hour processing at all, is it? I swear it happened just like that. He finally got me one-hour photo developing that would yield me my prints in just over 3 hours time, but 5 pm was good enough for me, so I took it. I will put some of the developed photos up here when I get to it. I come home Monday morning for Spring Break...yesssss. Song pick: "Cautioners" - Jimmy Eat World (Clarity) Reading: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius - Dave Eggers (just finished High Fidelity, by Nick Hornby) |