Friday, December 30, 2011
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Tuesday, December 06, 2011
i'd never given musicals more than flashing homo-erotic thought, and then i fell in love with one as i concurrently fell in love with someone... im sure most of you have heard of swell season, or once, swell's musical adaptation of a theme all too relevant, all too prevalent. but if youve not had the pleasure of once, it ranks as one of the best ways you could spend an evening with the one you love. i need reminders like this one to drown me in humility and compassion, to remind me of what's important. glen hansard sings from the depths of his soul, or his diaphragm at least, without pretense, revealing more than truth. i was and am still am in awe at the night once hushed internal howling long enough that i would hear purity flow through passion, gracing and soaking my twisted notions in simple prosaic strophe and stanza intended to soften loveless hearts. pain rivaling torture a la internment camp, that of masochists, passes preciously and purposefully away in this portrait of love lost... of love realized. love is real, but it is squandered sharply if suffocated by its' nemeses... tonight i pray for sweet rapture, that which would undo strife, rein in temerity and hush creeping tempest, returning me to a time when i knew no better than to love like a child. swell season's revelations abound... the following reveals how to let go like a man, as little as i am one. rambling...
Friday, December 02, 2011
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Stand Up People
Because sitting IS the new smoking...
Happy Thanksgiving
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Tuesday, November 22, 2011
We Are the One Per Centby John Kenney
November 28, 2011
Average wealth of the top 1 percent was almost $14 million in 2009, according to a 2011 report from the Economic Policy Institute.
—Washingtonpost.com.
“Shit is fucked up and bullshit.”
—Sign seen at the Occupy Wall Street protest in lower Manhattan.
We, too, have mobilized.
We come from near and far, by any means necessary, some on private jets, others on extremely large private jets.
But you will not find us sleeping in a park and waiting in line at a Burger King to urinate. Have you heard of Mustique? Because that’s where we have mobilized. Don’t bother trying to Google Earth us, though, because we have proprietary military software that prevents you from doing so.
Our numbers may be smaller than those demonstrating in New York and other cities, but we are still a movement, coalesced around a cause, sleeping two and sometimes three people to a villa.
Perhaps you are wondering what our cause is. Perhaps you’re wondering why we, the richest people on the planet, have come together. Perhaps you’re curious whether what we’re undertaking couldn’t technically be called a vacation. These are all good questions.
We’re angry. We’re angry at something we’re calling “imagined frustration.” By this we mean that, except for Congress, the White House, banks, major lobbyists, and the editorial boards of Fox News and the Wall Street Journal, no one is listening to us. And we’re tired of it.
You claim to know something about us. You think we are rich beyond comprehension, that we can do anything we please at any time, go anywhere we want at a moment’s notice, wander the earth in a state of constant bliss, enjoying abundant and fabulous sex. Perhaps you do know us.
There are those in the more liberal press who have questioned whether the wealthiest one per cent truly understand how difficult life is for so many Americans right now, and to that we would say— Oh, look, someone just brought in lobster and a Bollinger Grande Année.
Except for money and the almost unnatural flawlessness of my skin, we are no different, you and I. I don’t know who you are or what you look like or how much money you have in the bank. Nor does it matter. Because we’re just men. Unless you are a woman. Or a child. Or a pony. But ponies don’t read magazines, do they? Unless they’re precocious ponies, like Mister Ed. And he wasn’t real. But I think you get my point. And that is: we are the same, except for the coarseness of the skin on your elbows. Do you know that feeling, upon waking at 4 A.M., heart racing, your mind looking twenty, thirty years down the road, wondering how you are going to make ends meet? Worrying about what would happen if you lost your job, asking yourself how you’re going to pay for your kids’ college or retire? Well, I don’t. But I read a story about it once and remember thinking, I’m so glad that’s not me.
from the issuecartoon banke-mail this.What do we want?
Here is our manifesto, still very much a work in progress, as it’s cocktail hour and several of our protesters are out at the pool:
—All wealth should be shared equally among the wealthy.
—Eradicate poverty. (Note: Maybe a clearer way to say this would be “Eradicate the poor.” Need to discuss.)
—End business as usual. (Note: Several members like the sound of this, but they don’t know what it means. A suggestion has been made to add the word “hours” after “business.”)
—Implement a rule whereby the public cannot look at us and must keep a distance of at least twenty feet at all times.
Yes, I have more things—more homes and cars and planes and art and underground passages and satellites and private militias and a person whose only job is to grow hair that is genetically identical to my own. But when you take off your pants and I take off my pants and we stand facing each other as naked as the day we were born, except for socks, all I would ask is that you feel my skin and tell me it’s not the softest skin you’ve ever felt on a man. And also realize that we are the same, except for the fact that I have four submarines.
Shit is fucked up and bullshit.
We agree.
Except that we would substitute “money” for “shit,” “awesome” for “fucked up,” and “squash courts” for “bullshit,” and add the words “cannot be used for more than ninety minutes. Please respect club rules. Thank you.” ♦
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2011/11/28/111128sh_shouts_kenney#ixzz1eVJQ8xPt
November 28, 2011
Average wealth of the top 1 percent was almost $14 million in 2009, according to a 2011 report from the Economic Policy Institute.
—Washingtonpost.com.
“Shit is fucked up and bullshit.”
—Sign seen at the Occupy Wall Street protest in lower Manhattan.
We, too, have mobilized.
We come from near and far, by any means necessary, some on private jets, others on extremely large private jets.
But you will not find us sleeping in a park and waiting in line at a Burger King to urinate. Have you heard of Mustique? Because that’s where we have mobilized. Don’t bother trying to Google Earth us, though, because we have proprietary military software that prevents you from doing so.
Our numbers may be smaller than those demonstrating in New York and other cities, but we are still a movement, coalesced around a cause, sleeping two and sometimes three people to a villa.
Perhaps you are wondering what our cause is. Perhaps you’re wondering why we, the richest people on the planet, have come together. Perhaps you’re curious whether what we’re undertaking couldn’t technically be called a vacation. These are all good questions.
We’re angry. We’re angry at something we’re calling “imagined frustration.” By this we mean that, except for Congress, the White House, banks, major lobbyists, and the editorial boards of Fox News and the Wall Street Journal, no one is listening to us. And we’re tired of it.
You claim to know something about us. You think we are rich beyond comprehension, that we can do anything we please at any time, go anywhere we want at a moment’s notice, wander the earth in a state of constant bliss, enjoying abundant and fabulous sex. Perhaps you do know us.
There are those in the more liberal press who have questioned whether the wealthiest one per cent truly understand how difficult life is for so many Americans right now, and to that we would say— Oh, look, someone just brought in lobster and a Bollinger Grande Année.
Except for money and the almost unnatural flawlessness of my skin, we are no different, you and I. I don’t know who you are or what you look like or how much money you have in the bank. Nor does it matter. Because we’re just men. Unless you are a woman. Or a child. Or a pony. But ponies don’t read magazines, do they? Unless they’re precocious ponies, like Mister Ed. And he wasn’t real. But I think you get my point. And that is: we are the same, except for the coarseness of the skin on your elbows. Do you know that feeling, upon waking at 4 A.M., heart racing, your mind looking twenty, thirty years down the road, wondering how you are going to make ends meet? Worrying about what would happen if you lost your job, asking yourself how you’re going to pay for your kids’ college or retire? Well, I don’t. But I read a story about it once and remember thinking, I’m so glad that’s not me.
from the issuecartoon banke-mail this.What do we want?
Here is our manifesto, still very much a work in progress, as it’s cocktail hour and several of our protesters are out at the pool:
—All wealth should be shared equally among the wealthy.
—Eradicate poverty. (Note: Maybe a clearer way to say this would be “Eradicate the poor.” Need to discuss.)
—End business as usual. (Note: Several members like the sound of this, but they don’t know what it means. A suggestion has been made to add the word “hours” after “business.”)
—Implement a rule whereby the public cannot look at us and must keep a distance of at least twenty feet at all times.
Yes, I have more things—more homes and cars and planes and art and underground passages and satellites and private militias and a person whose only job is to grow hair that is genetically identical to my own. But when you take off your pants and I take off my pants and we stand facing each other as naked as the day we were born, except for socks, all I would ask is that you feel my skin and tell me it’s not the softest skin you’ve ever felt on a man. And also realize that we are the same, except for the fact that I have four submarines.
Shit is fucked up and bullshit.
We agree.
Except that we would substitute “money” for “shit,” “awesome” for “fucked up,” and “squash courts” for “bullshit,” and add the words “cannot be used for more than ninety minutes. Please respect club rules. Thank you.” ♦
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2011/11/28/111128sh_shouts_kenney#ixzz1eVJQ8xPt
Monday, November 14, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
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Wednesday, November 09, 2011
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Wednesday, November 02, 2011
An IC Movember to Remember??
I assume you savvy gents know about the growing a mustache for Movember movement, correct? Grow a mustache, look ridiculous, raise funds/awareness for prostate cancer. Here's the link: http://movember.com/.
I assume you savvy gents know about the growing a mustache for Movember movement, correct? Grow a mustache, look ridiculous, raise funds/awareness for prostate cancer. Here's the link: http://movember.com/. I shaved yesterday and am beginning mustache cultivation season today. Last week, I shaved a two-week old beard into a 'stache for a trial run and looked like Jon Gruden. It was gross.
I think we should all do this. 29 days of mustaches, including updates, photos, stories, etc. If we really wanted to, we could register a team at the Movember site as well. Faust, group organizer?
For me, this is of personal significance because my stepdad, a man proudly known as Bob Cooter, had prostate cancer this year. He's fine now, but prostate cancer is dangerous animal. There's a likelihood that one of us will get it at some time after 50.
So, mustaches, all month. Who's in?
Monday, October 31, 2011
Texas Tears
I know I'm late on commenting about the WS, but I needed some time to fully digest what happened. The last few nights have been difficult. Thursday through Saturday I didn't sleep very well. Often during conversations over the weekend, my eyes glazed over and I stared off into space thinking about 2-strike, 2-out counts, Nelson Cruz not covering enough ground in right, and ultimately, how if it was difficult for me to sleep, imagine how hard it must be for Neftali Feliz.Truth is, I didn't watch Game 7. I had a trip to an indigenous community planned for a story during the games 3-4 weekend and bumped it back a week for the WS. The photographer that planned to go with me was pissed, though I said enough soothing things to calm her down. We rescheduled the trip for Friday, a day after the originally scheduled Game 7. Then it rained Wednesday, games pushed back. If the Rangers didn't win Thursday, I wasn't going to see Game 7. The town I went to didn't have electricity (think 2nd and a half world).
Part of me is glad I didn't see it. I came home yesterday to my internet world and watched the final out. I bit my lip and almost cried. I can't remember the last time I cared about a team so much as I did the 2011 TX Rangers. I've never been so excited, crushed, elated, sucker-punched and then depressed as Thursday night. First team to give up runs in the 8th, 9th, 10th and 11th innings in a WS game. I assume they were the first team to ever be one strike away from a WS series win in consecutive innings and go on to lose. Salt in the wounds is 2nd WS loss in a row and I had already poured champagne in the glasses of my neighbors and girlfriend during the 9th inning. I read in the FW Star-Telegram that boxes of "Texas Rangers World Series Champs" shirts were delivered to the press box in the 9th and 10th innings of Game 6.
Had a couple of thoughts. Would I have preferred an 81-81 regular season without the WS agony? Heard some people say that. No. Playoffs were great, WS, even though horrifying in the end, was fantastic.
My other thought was: Now I know how it feels to be a 1990s Buffalo Bills fan, a Holland fan during the 2010 World Cup final, a Russian watching the 1980 Olympics Gold medal hockey game (and then reliving it with a bad movie 20-odd years later), or a 2008 Memphis Tigers fan when Derrick Rose and the boys squandered a 9-point lead during the final two minutes of the NCAA final by missing 4-of-5 free-throws and allowed Mario Chalmers to throw in a prayer 3-pointer with 2 seconds left to go to OT, resulting in an eventual loss.
You never really think about what is it like to be a player or fan on those teams until it happens to you. Then when it does, it makes you want to call Scott Norwood and take him out for ice cream and a drive-in movie.
Shit hurts. I woke up this morning with the Rangers still on my mind but I have a feeling this was the last mourning of my mourning. Lots of consoling comments at work today, but I imagine that by tomorrow or Wednesday, all baseball talk will pass.
I think the "What Ifs?", like when anything goes dreadfully awry, are the most haunting. What if Feliz had blown one by Freese, or Cruz had timed his jump, or Beltre had thrown home in the 10th instead of going to first, or Napoli had called a different pitch for Feldman, or we could have gotten f'ing David Descalso or John slumping Jay out to begin the 10th? What if anything that happened, didn't happen? How much better would I feel today?
I think the only positive I take from the end of baseball season is that I no longer have 3.5 hour commitment blocks in my schedule. Seventeen games in 25 days is a lot of time. I'll see my girlfriend more now, probably do my job better and maybe take up jogging again.
Hopefully during the next six weeks I'll be able to forget about Game 6, and when I read the Year In Sports review in the Dallas Morning News when I go home for Christmas, my urge to cry for what could have been, what should have been, and what wasn't, will be very distant memories. I hope sports never make me feel like this again.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Similarites?
Maybe I am premature in posting this, and maybe this is a ridiculous claim, but am I wrong to see similarities in the way the Dallas Mavericks won the title and the way the Texas Rangers might do so Wednesday night? Probably. Comparing basketball to baseball is like comparing Ramadan to Kwanza, but it seems like there is a very similar pattern to how the two series played out.So...
* Mavs lose game 1 in Miami, make unthinkable 15-point 4th quarter comeback to win game 2. Same with Rangers, getting two sac flies in top 9th to steal game 2 in STL.
* Mavs get beat in game 3, comeback to win games 4&5, as unheralded star J. Terry throws in 3-ptrs from everywhere. Same with Rangers, swap Jet for potential series MVP Mike Napoli, who throws out tons of baserunners and gets biggest hits of games 4&5.
* Mavs had never won an NBA title, losing their only previous appearance. Ditto with Rangers.
Is this analogy a stretch? Yes, but I think it is worth mentioning. This has been undoubtedly the best year in DFW sports (which includes TCU's Jan. 1, 2011 Rose Bowl win) and the thought of two long-suffering franchises winning their first titles six months apart is pretty amazing.
That said, TX could easily lose both games 6&7 and most analysts will point to this post as the reason for the collapse.
Other notes:
* Pujols is MLB's Michael Jordan.
* Big win for Rangers, only made better by the fact that staff "Ace" CJ can't-throw-strikes Wilson is done for the season. Worst pitcher in the rotation and the Cards could have blown game 5 wide open on several occasions.
* Yadier Molina is the best defensive catcher in baseball. Neck tattoos make for good catchers.
* I love Josh Hamilton, but why did he wait until the WS to announce to the press that his groin hurt? To me, that is like a sprinter that is losing a race and comes up lame down the home stretch and hobbles across the finish line holding his hamstring to validate his poor performance. Wait until after the series to tell everyone how much pain you were in. He didn't look like he was in pain when he made a running catch against the wall in Game 6 of the ALCS, but four days later after a bad game 1 he told everyone how bad he was hurting. I will forgive him if he hits a Kirk Gibson shot in Game 6 and drags his leg around the bases.
* Please start posting again. I'd like to see if we can get something going for Xmas/NYE. Possible?
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Friendly Wager?
I also think this is the best two teams in baseball right now, so that's cool. One thing I do not think is cool is giving WS homefield advantage based on the winner of the All-Star game in July. That is dumb. Has to be one of the silliest league governing decisions in sports. Rangers won their division and finished six games ahead of the Cards, though will start the series on the road. Shouldn't record be the determining factor, and not some meaningless scrimmage game four months ago between superstar strangers?
Regardless, I think the Rangers are going to win this series. Rangers in 6.
I'll put $100 on the Rangers? Any takers?
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Sunday, October 09, 2011
Thursday, October 06, 2011
Game 5
Three game 5s coming up in the next two days. Got me thinking:
Three game 5s coming up in the next two days. Got me thinking:
What is the best way to win a playoff series?
Walk-off Homerun
Game-tying run gunned down at the plate for final out
(Think Pudge Rodriguez blocking the plate like a caveman in 2003)
Bloop Single
Who cares as long as A-Rod gets bashed in the face?
(I think Varitek asked him "Why would we throw at a .160 hitter?")
Saturday, October 01, 2011
Fucking Frogs
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!
(sorry for the vulgarity)
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Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Wacky Wild Card Finale
Game 162 and the Red Sox-Devil Rays and Cards-Braves are tied. Pretty epic collapses by both the Red Sox and Braves. I'm hoping Cards get in and beat the Dreamteam Phillies, and the hapless Red Sox get in and come to Arlington, TX for the first two games of a 3-game sweep.Brewers, D-Backs, Tigers, Rangers, Yanks, Phillies and two WCs.
I think its going to be a pretty gnarly month for baseball.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
ESPN FILMS: CATCHING HELL
This premiers tonight on ESPN. This was suppose to be part of the 30 for 30 documentaries but was not ready in time. Should be very intriguing.
I think this was the beginning of the end for my Cubs allegiance. The amount of hate this poor guy received just made me uncomfortable. Shame on Moises Alou and shame on Cubs fans for blaming an innocent fan.
This premiers tonight on ESPN. This was suppose to be part of the 30 for 30 documentaries but was not ready in time. Should be very intriguing.
I think this was the beginning of the end for my Cubs allegiance. The amount of hate this poor guy received just made me uncomfortable. Shame on Moises Alou and shame on Cubs fans for blaming an innocent fan.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
There is nothing wrong with the college football being played on the field. The problem is entirely off it. The rise of the super conference is the derivative of the BCS. The fractured-decentralized structure, where the power is in the hands of a few, is now evolving to the creation of the super conferences.
Closer to home, where it leaves our Alma Mater remains to be seen. It could be either a watered-down Big East, which would be disappointing, being that they should be in a conference with other football schools - but still competitively advantageous as we might end up in a weak ass BCS pool and have a walkway to a national championship game. Or the Big 12 could come into play somehow.
Regardless the issues that are coming into play in college football - explempified by the willingness of the school presidents to defend the BCS behind the blanket of tradition but happily destroy the rivalries their schools were built on -now parallel the way that I see boxing as a sport versus MMA. The UFC is a single entity, with an organized, talented and competitive line-up, which enables consistent high value fights. Much the same way as the NFL enables its game to be some good fucking week-to-week. College football however, is now becoming more and more pointlessly divided among itself, just as boxing is to the point that I have no idea which belts are required to make someone an undisputed champion.
But with the quality of the play still at such a high level, and the pageantry such in important part of the experience, the stands will continue to be filled and the T.V.s will continue to be on. It looks to be a long time still before we see the second order derivative of the BCS, that is the fully formed structure that will become the Super Conferences.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
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Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Headline Contest
Please submit your headline for the weirdest story ever:
In “The Rogue: Searching for the Real Sarah Palin,” Joe McGinniss’ soon-to-be-published book for former Alaska governor and vice-presidential candidate, one tidbit, passed along by the National Enquirer, concerns former NBA player Glen Rice. Palin, according to the book, had a fling thing with Rice in 1987, while he was in college and she was a sports reporter fresh out of college and working at KTUU in Alaska. Rice was a junior at the University of Michigan at the time and their one-night stand occurred while he and the Wolverines were playing in the Great Alaska Shootout. Less than a year afterward, Palin, hockey mom and former basketball player (she used this memorable hoops analogy in 2009), married her husband Todd.
Here are mine:
"One Steamy Night with Rice,"
" Rice, Rice, Baby."
"Rice hits from Downtown, Anchorage."
In “The Rogue: Searching for the Real Sarah Palin,” Joe McGinniss’ soon-to-be-published book for former Alaska governor and vice-presidential candidate, one tidbit, passed along by the National Enquirer, concerns former NBA player Glen Rice. Palin, according to the book, had a fling thing with Rice in 1987, while he was in college and she was a sports reporter fresh out of college and working at KTUU in Alaska. Rice was a junior at the University of Michigan at the time and their one-night stand occurred while he and the Wolverines were playing in the Great Alaska Shootout. Less than a year afterward, Palin, hockey mom and former basketball player (she used this memorable hoops analogy in 2009), married her husband Todd.
Here are mine:
"One Steamy Night with Rice,"
" Rice, Rice, Baby."
"Rice hits from Downtown, Anchorage."
Monday, September 12, 2011
Tough day at the office
As a job requirement, I have to go the Red Hot Chilli Peppers concert tonight and write a review on it. What a drag. Since being here, Aerosmith, Green Day, Metallica, Depeche Mode, and in a few weeks Pearl Jam, have come to Costa Rica. (as well as some other bums)
If you had to see one band from the 80s-90s that you listened to growing up, who would it be? Pearl Jam "Ten" was my first CD, so I'm pretty pumped for that one. I think Def Leoppard would also arouse my Girbaud jeans.
Thursday, September 08, 2011
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Vote for ME! Was nominated for a journalism award in CR. Apparently I am good at writing about hotels and beaches because I was nominated by a tourism agency.
Go here, scroll down to like number 14, vote Gringo name and hit submit at the bottom.
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/MTCYM8D
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/MTCYM8D
If I win I get some ridiculous travel discounts for a year and will fly everyone down for 11.7 bananas and 19 papayas.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
INNER CIRCLE!!!
Even though the first post came July 6 of 2006 (which was basically a rant by Williams about his discomfort with modern society & social networking - weirdo), the 2nd post came August 31, 2006 which is when Williams decided to invite us into his bizarro blogger world. It took a few weeks, but before we knew it, we were blogging machines (except for Butz who was initially kicked out because of his 0% attendance). The blog instigated the Chicago trip (for better or worse) and continued to keep us together over the past five years as we all spread out across the state/country/world. I must say, I truly believe we have all stayed closer together because of this blog. Even though some might not post as much as others, we are still held together by this website. Our thoughts have been circled among these 11 friends for 5 years, and had it not been for this site, this circle would look more like a flat line.
With that being said, let's take a look back on August 31, 2006...
With that being said, let's take a look back on August 31, 2006...
...wtf is a blog?!?!
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Alright, I would like some feedback from my squad on this post, although it may require login registration.
I have an idea, so please, hear me out. Even you Lee.
Some of us have the luxury of maintaining communication through the glory of Fantasy Sports, yet it is not a linked, ubiquitous ring of friendship. Some of us are not interested in the part-time gig that is Fantasy games. Respectably so.
So I propose this: This. Yes, that is right. A blog.
To explain, I've seen and worked with people who maintain communication with their most intricate group of friends through a Blog. Just go to the site and read the latest publication from a dear friend. It bridges distancing friendships and keeps you in touch with your best crew.
My thoughts are to have free range of posts, be it about their job, a funny story, a hook up, masturbation, meerkats or women named Korvette. At the same time, I think it would be a little more interesting to encourage each contributor with a topic to post upon every once in a while. Like their beat.
For example, Lee posts a poltical commentary once a week. Kevin posts about football or the pangs of Houston humidity. Faust posts his movie review of Little Miss Sunshine. Clint posts about an emerging corporation. Chambers posts on sports or a rave. Weiss posts on a recent Italian-Zambian rapper he's discovered. Mazur posts on new styles of white tennis shoes. Lubahn posts on the rigors of diaper changing and three hours of sleep. I post about saying the wrong thing to a female.
I think you understand. Personally, there's no one I like to read about more than my friends.
Lastly, as I've applied for jobs recently, I've provided writing samples to each company I've visited. All have been interested in my writing capabilities to some degree and are impressed with handing them clips, of any type.
My point is that you are going to write until you die. All of you. Almost daily.
All right I'm trying to sell. Whatever. I think it'd be cool to have a communication hub for all my friends. I hope you do too.
Hope to read from you.
Love,
A-Chub
I have an idea, so please, hear me out. Even you Lee.
Some of us have the luxury of maintaining communication through the glory of Fantasy Sports, yet it is not a linked, ubiquitous ring of friendship. Some of us are not interested in the part-time gig that is Fantasy games. Respectably so.
So I propose this: This. Yes, that is right. A blog.
To explain, I've seen and worked with people who maintain communication with their most intricate group of friends through a Blog. Just go to the site and read the latest publication from a dear friend. It bridges distancing friendships and keeps you in touch with your best crew.
My thoughts are to have free range of posts, be it about their job, a funny story, a hook up, masturbation, meerkats or women named Korvette. At the same time, I think it would be a little more interesting to encourage each contributor with a topic to post upon every once in a while. Like their beat.
For example, Lee posts a poltical commentary once a week. Kevin posts about football or the pangs of Houston humidity. Faust posts his movie review of Little Miss Sunshine. Clint posts about an emerging corporation. Chambers posts on sports or a rave. Weiss posts on a recent Italian-Zambian rapper he's discovered. Mazur posts on new styles of white tennis shoes. Lubahn posts on the rigors of diaper changing and three hours of sleep. I post about saying the wrong thing to a female.
I think you understand. Personally, there's no one I like to read about more than my friends.
Lastly, as I've applied for jobs recently, I've provided writing samples to each company I've visited. All have been interested in my writing capabilities to some degree and are impressed with handing them clips, of any type.
My point is that you are going to write until you die. All of you. Almost daily.
All right I'm trying to sell. Whatever. I think it'd be cool to have a communication hub for all my friends. I hope you do too.
Hope to read from you.
Love,
A-Chub
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Yes communications are good. Thanks for the invite Williams. The funny thing is that I too have been contemplating a myspace account and was thinking that my out going qoute would be "The war in Iraq has made the world safer and more stable". I would like to post some political stuff where everyone could read it. Or more people than I hear it with now, ie no-one.
Interesting information for anyone who cares (just a disclaimer so read on brown). Guess what I have realized this year? I learned that it is easier to be a socialist when you don't have an income and just sit around getting high one or three times a day. At least I read that somewhere or something.
That does not mean that I have lost respect for my old boheiman ways. It only means that I come home late in the day and feel the life not ripped out of me, just slowly sanded out. Which is where you guys come in. Ah friendship.
ps. I got a myspace account. My name is Ideotechnical. Props to all who know why.
I concur. Communication is good. Although I will not sign up for myspace. I'm not sure why. I think I fear being found by old allys turned enemies. There are a lot of people out there that I ended communication with for a reason. And the last thing I want is them showing up on my myspace page with a bunch of superficial questions about "What I'm doing?" while they quietly judge me. Wow. Blogs bring out some demons.
Like the bear I started my own blog (you basically have to to sign up.) So I think we can visit each other's blogs and post comments.
Love, Faust of "Faust's House Blog" located at http://adamfaust.blogspot.com/
Well surprise surprise, Lee has been a socialist since his junior year of high school. Although former roommates could attest to that after asking him to buy the next round. His casual nod and request to stay right here always left me wondering if he would actually come back or if I should go ahead and give him my money for our next round of drinks. Love you dude.
Williams, congrats on the new job and location. I am sure your former roommates in Tennesse are sad to lose the three way split on the bills. I think I'm down for New Years. I'm sure we can embarrass ourselves in any city.
My big fear with the blog arena is the opposite of Faust's fear. I know non of you all will quitely be judging. In fact, I doubt anyone will pass up the opportunity to judge out loud. Looking forward to it fellas.
Lordy lordy look who's forty. Lee is gonna be that middle aged man driving around in a 5 year old civic with about eleven bumper stickers. All the stickers will be carrying the same theme. The theme being something along the lines of "Out with government in with cool" "Taxes are for pussies" "I didn't vote for him" "Turn them off. TV's own You" "Sharks stole my baby, where's my peyote?" I love you Kid A
Hey brown remember when Lee & Brad fought in our disco kitchen over the war. AMAZING. only time in my life I've witnessed Lee act like faust.
cheers-
Well hello there my so called friends...just playin fellas. I am officially popping my blogger cherry. I really wasn't into creating my own b/c well i didn't want to put in the effort. Now I am here and loving it as I spend many lonely days with the most vulgar and dirtiest men on the planet. I had a guy tell me a story that involved the phrase "fuckity fuck fuck...fuck those motha fuckers" only to end with "well fuck me in my ass those fucking bastards". Classy.
I am getting this tingling sensation in my pants and it's not the herpes...i mean...shit
This is a perfect means of communication. Good job A-dub Hub but names gotta change. Anyway I am going to walk around the boat aimlessly and see if I can pick up any other interesting phrases to tell my boss.
Sincerely,
The Bone
(don't know where the nickname came from but it's growing on me like genital warts...my mom would be so proud)
Myspace is great for networking and making yourself look cool. Plus there is soo much 'vag' out there its ridiculous. To date, I have fucked 56 bitches from my friends list. Nothing tastes sweeter than intergalactic pussy...