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2/26/00 Saw the most fantastic art today, a series of paintings depicting the virgin martyrs. Rumor has it the artist is going to make virgin martyr trading cards What could be better? I really really want them. The Prom. Everyone looked SO good. What a treat. Sadly, I was overcome with an mysterious case of melancholia. I spent most of the affair being a wallflower. Ironically, a better part of my evening was spent with Jim Houser, the boy I went to my actual senior prom with. He too was having a rotten time. It only seemed fitting. He is very kind. |
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2/25/00 My brother and I went out to my parent's house for "Parent's Day." My parent's birthdays are very close together so I have decided that in the same way we lump Lincoln's and Washington's birthdays together into President's Day, that my parents birthdays should be celebrated in the same manner, Thus Parent's Day. So for Parent's Day, Samuel and I went out to the Aston and cooked dinner for the folks. Two points of interest- 1) my dad rocks: a) I was discussing my synchronous discoveries of the Voynich Manuscript (a presently unbreakable cipher) and "The Code Book" the new Simon Singh book about the history of cryptography . My father seemed interested so I showed him the most recent Fortean Times which has the Voynich article. He spent about five minutes paging through "the times" and looked and me and said, "This is really neat. I should get myself a subscription to this" Then my father shows me, for the first time, his impulse buyer side, we go upstairs, get on line and he orders himself a years subscription. I know this might not seem all that exciting or fascinating to you, but the fact that my dad wants to read the Fortean Times is to me the first sign of related and shared interest as well as a testament to his very good taste. I was overjoyed. And I mean, come on, its the FORTEAN TIMES... Journal of Strange Phenomena! b) My dad is giving a talk / slide presentation about our house at the town's historical society. It's about time. Samuel and I will be going. You too are invited. 2) my mom rocks: a) she gave me money for my trip to France. b) sent me and Samuel home with a crazy amount of food. My parents sure do rule. |
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2/23/00 Did I call it?! Ok, so the "multi"millionaire is not an ax murderer, but he might as well be. My only question now is if Darva Whatshername is going to back to her humdrum life as a nurse or EMT or whatever or if she will agree to host a talk show on Fox. My money is on "talk show" Check out this insanity: Two nights ago I had a travel anxiety dream about my upcoming trip to France. In the dream I- - Forget to but film for my camera and must resort to buying it in France, which has been impressed upon me time and time again, is an major rip off. - misplace my plane tickets. - miss my plane... THREE times. - lose my baggage. - When I am finally on time for my plane, I find that it is not a jumbo jet, but this rickety tin can of a plane that only seats 5 people, pilot included. I am sure that we will die screaming in the Atlantic. - am traveling with my mom ! ! ! I am dying to know what all the symbolism means... |
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02/18/00 - 02/21/00 Weekend in review Basket Ball: ok ok, I had fun. I eschew sports. I wont even stay in the same room if they happen to be on TV, but after a sufficient amount of cajoling and bribery (free beer all night), my boss convinced me to join him at a 76ers game. I guess I have always had a soft spot in my heart for basket ball, but that was from high school and mainly I had a soft spot in my heart for a boy on the team, not so much for the game. All the same, I attended enough games back in the day, to develop an appreciation. Of course professional ball is nothing like the basket ball I remember, but one must except change and difference. I had fun, I admit it. there. Pitch Black: After the game, a bunch of us went and saw "Pitch Black" which of course was NOT the scariest sci fi movie in years. What a drag. All I want is a scary movie and no one can deliver. All I ask for is good sci fi and no one can deliver. I am afraid to see "Mission to Mars" I am already imagining the disappointment. Anyway, "Pitch Black" was pretty gay. It DID however have that super cute girl from the movie "High Art" and some of the imagery was fun so I guess it wasn't a complete loss, but when will I be satiated? The Party: We celebrated Phil's birthday in grand style on Saturday night. Someone decided on a keg of Young's Oatmeal Stout and that was a fanatically good call. We happily gorged ourselves on cheese and bread and homemade hummus, guacamole, and sushi. Lots of people came. Where were you? Becky and I spent most of the evening talking about boys. ha ha. She is determined: "I'll find you a boy friend if it kills me," she says. I blush, but add, "Watch what you say, It just might". She scoffs at me. I scoff back. Marrakech: Delightful 7 course Moroccan meal. The food was not as spicy as I had hoped and I did eat more meat in two hours then I have in the past five years put together, but all and all, this was well worth it. The restaurant itself is delicious. 1/2 block from evil South Street, the venue has no visible signs, no door handle, and is reservation only. You sit at low comfy couches around a lazy-susan type table. They wash your hands for you with cool rose scented water. yes. I need this all the time. The Day Off: Lounging on the sun porch, drinking amaretto sours. It might be 40 degrees outside, but in here you need to remove several layers. The sun feels so therapeutic. the cats, the lizard, and I can not get enough. |
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02/13/00 - 02/18/00 a week in review: - Saw all three "Mad Max" movies. You know, when I was 8, I didn't recognize the meaning or significance of a pouty leather clad boy chained to the back of a motorcycle. I know better now. - did a lot of drinking to soothe my valentine less heart. - sent away for a new passport. CAUSE I LOST MY OTHER ONE, cause I am a shit. - Talked to my favorite boy in all the world! His voice sounded so good. So British. Trying to talk him into meeting me a Heathrow during my 3 hour layover or better yet, he should come to paris with me. I cant think of anything more magical. either way, I need to see him. It has been toooo long. - did more drinking - ah, watched that stupid, "who wants to marry an ax murderer millionaire?" I swear, in three months there is going to be a brutal slaying and the next big Fox special will be the heart wrenching but callow expose. looking forward: - tonight, attendance at my first professional sports event, ever. - Saturday night, big gay keger @ Hazel. Your invited! - Sunday, 7(?) course Moroccan meal. - Monday, day off. I think my brother and I are cooking dinner for the folks then/now/and forever: - boring you to tears! |
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02/14/00 no, actually: 02/15/00 1:43 am (according to my clock) I have no idea what I want to say exactly, but I feel compelled to make a statement anyway. I was momentarily impressed with a recent accomplishment: I was for the first time, while brushing my teeth, able to explain (to a housemate) a weekends worth of charming and heart-felt emotion in a concise and acceptably insightful manner, and that set me off. I am not ready to put myself to bed. I first decided to stair at myself in the mirror for a bit. I have locked my cat in the room with me. I need a captive audience: I feel good. |
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2/9/00 LOOK I made my first mp3. This might not sound difficult, but selecting, downloading, installing, and configuring one program, a library and a plugin for my linux system was a daunting and sufficiently stressful task. But I did it! Thank you, Andrew. Oh, Incidentally this mp3 is "Moten Swing" from the cd "Heretic Blues" by Kevin O'Donnell's Quality Six. |
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2/07/00 crap crap crap crap. so I bought these French language tapes and though for a breif moment I thought "what fun!" I am now struck with fear and dejection. I suck at French. Christ, I suck at my own language. I suck. This is going to be hellish. wish me luck. |
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