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11 October 2011

Blah. Ick!

Hello friends and loves and prepubescent plankton.

As I alluded to at some point (I think), I am spending most of my time at work or traveling for work these days, leaving a small amount of time for other pursuits including writing this here blog.

Consider this a warning that all content up until November 8 will most likely be drivel (more drivelous than usual) and incoherent (more incoherentous than usual).

Let’s play a game:

I’ll give you sets of words and you make a question with those words and leave them in the comments section of this post. I’ll give you an example to get you started:

Example set: hummingbird capture what tapestry jive cellophane Morrissey the avocado

Answer: What jive cellophane tapestry capture the Morrissey avocado hummingbird?

Here we go!

Set 1: Space human tires flail a an if can oxygen Wellington

Set 2: Decaffeinated orange run type kill pumpkin mansion are the flights

Good luck.

Simon says

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10 October 2011

Good evening beautiful friends and sexy loves.

The smell of family recipe cookies wafts (or way-fts for our Swedish readers) through our apartment as I sit almost too tired to move from the couch. I’m paralyzed by early mornings and late nights and a perpetual motion of mental activity.

I am listening to “Graceland” and thinking life is the best thing since sliced bread and one day we all “will be received down in Graceland.” I’m taken by simply knowing “losing love is like a window in your heart. Everybody sees you’re blown apart. Everybody sees the wind blow.”

Today I walked through the park on the way home and stood with the occupants of Occupy DC and realized that life is changing. Old fucks and their ways will die and be washed away and will only be stories nostalgic parents tell their incredulous children.

When dancing at bars and clubs, does anyone go to just dance or must one be on display, dancing to lure and gyrating to capture the attention of “crashing bores”?

Thanks to a friend who is incredibly talented, I had the opportunity to be in a short film that was beautifully shot and ended up winning two awards at the 72 Hour Film Fest.

Life is what it is and it is mine.

As they say, “What a fine day for a parade.”

A West-ed Development

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8 October 2011

Good evening beautiful friends.

Today’s weather was the kind of perfection that makes me miss the West, which I am sure my friend MP is happy to hear. I know he wants me to move back to Utah, shave, buy a Jazz jersey, marry a nice Mormon girl (GF can reconvert right?) and settle somewhere in Utah County. Well, this weather may make part of his wish come true. (I will never completely eschew the beard because I want people to remember that no matter what I say or accomplish, I am a lazy, dirty man at heart.)

GF and I were looking for something to watch earlier. We turned on the Wii (not a difficult task, as I just had to show it some leg and promise it sweet nothings) and began looking for Halloween creepy films that were not too frightening. We stumbled across Haunted Honeymoon, starring Gene Wilder, Gilda Radner and Dom Deluise. Watch it if you enjoy laughing.

GF and I later went to fulfill my latest addiction to pumpkin spice lattes. I can’t help it. They are like kissing God if God was made of sweet, sweet sugary fall sap. While we sat outside the coffee shop, a woman who could have subscribed to AARP Magazine and wearing a bicycle helmet told us about Occupy DC and the fact that she went earlier in the day and then began yelling at us about the American people and Blackwater and banging her keys on our table. She then walked away.

We then walked to a restaurant called Il Radicchio (which is Italian for “sick Redneck”) and ate food after ordering.

Now we are sitting in our apartment. GF is finishing a puzzle version of Starry Night and I am typing and we are both watching the Phineas and Ferb Halloween special.

We will soon go to a birthday party in DC for our friend KR. I hope to have many fun stories of interactions with people at the location (One Lounge).

Where am I?

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6 October 2011

Hello loves.

I’m sure you noticed my absence.

Didn’t you? Didn’t you?

I have been working a heaping helping of hours at work and have had little time for hilarity.

Here are some things to consider:

  • Please listen to Army Navy’s version of “Right Back Where We Started From”
  • Tomorrow night, GF and I will go to the BlackCat in DC to watch The Lemonheads perform It’s A Shame About Ray in its entirety.
  • Tonight I rushed home from work to watch Grey’s Anatomy. I do not understand myself.
  • I have not been able to let you know the story of the latest Cone Alone, but they will return soon. They must!
Here is a picture in the meantime.

Incensed and impotent

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5 September 2011

Good evening all.

I have no real claim to being smart or savvy or really much at all. I’m just a regular human who does some things well and some things poorly.

I say so to acknowledge, once again, that what I share tonight is nothing new or groundbreaking.

My friend shared an article titled, “Goodbye to all that: Reflections of a GOP operative who left the cult.” I finally had a chance to sit down and read the piece and found my heart dying a little more.

I believe in humanity. I really do. More than anything. But I also know some people want power and control no matter the cost. (I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same. But I’ll safely judge for now.)

Politics in the United States are no longer a joke. They are a disaster. A constant battle that is destroying our people and our country. (Please read the piece mentioned above for an actual articulate analysis.)

I still don’t get it. Why do we talk about gay marriage and abortion and immigration and birth certificates? Why do we not all somehow make our way to Washington, DC and stand, yell, sleep and sit in the halls of Congress until insane Republicans and feckless Democrats stop fucking with us?

I will buy as many bus tickets as possible for anyone who wants to come out here. That’s all that I know how to do. Fuck petitions and phone calls.

Idiots who protect their own interests need to see us. See us gather and realize that we fucking elected these fucks. They work FOR us.

I don’t know what to do.

I like this country. I like the opportunities we have. I like our people and I like what we bring. But I think our elected officials, especially Republicans, are fucking us over while convincing us that voting for them is in our best interests.

Waiting for heaven won’t matter if we all have to deal with fucking hell while we’re here.

So, I’ll just remain angry and ineffectual, safe in front of my computer screen, agonizing over an overthrow that I can’t even start.