Jack, who’s always thought his erotic appeal is underrated, first asked for sex scenes. “These kind of monsters, they don’t usually have a sex life onscreen, so I wanted to bring that to the part.” He chuckles. “I pushed that side pretty good. He’s a mad, bad nut job, so he’s evil sexually too.
Fuck ’em, kill ’em, you know At the moment, it’s a matter of discussion how far we went, as a matter of fact,” he says proudly, noting that Scorsese’s currently debating whether to edit down his brutal lovemaking. ―, Thursday, 31 August 2006 19:51 (twelve years ago). Law offices bill clients for their time. So for each project we work on, we have to turn in a time ticket that lists the number of hours we workedon, who the client was, and what we were doing. We're in the office and getting paid hourly for roughly 40 hours a week, give or take some time for getting in late, leaving early, or working overtime.
So, while the Frat Boy was in the office 40 hours a week give or take all summer, he only worked 62.25 hours of that. And 6.5 of those hours were 'reading the handbook' and I don't even know what the fuck that means. But it's not billable client stuff.
―, Friday, 1 September 2006 17:13 (twelve years ago). I once had a friend named Mark.
By the time the dust had settled, he wasn't really anybody's friend anymore. He had my ex-girlfriend on his arm, though. I remember doing mushrooms with him and some other people on Eeyore's B-day in Austin on year, and we were all off our heads pretty good, and some guy walked up to Mark and said, 'You're the devil. I can see it in your eyes.' Which fucked with all of us, but not as bad as when some totally different guy later walked up to Mark and said THE EXACT SAME THING. We kinda chalked it up to being some elaborate prank by people setting out to fuck with tripping people, or maybe just the kind of weird coincidence that only happens on hallucinogens. But as it turns out, he actually WAS the devil.
―, Friday, 1 September 2006 17:50 (twelve years ago). So,um, how was everyone's weekend? I kinda went to a party friday. Went to ronny's saturday night, dan martin was there as was a pig carcass. I tore pig ribs off said carcass with my bare hands and had the most savagely satisfying pork for pizza ever. Went to a 4 o'clock bar around 2:30 and walked into a bachelorette party. The 4:00 bar was still serving me at 4:30, i left around 5, saw a rat run across chicago avenue.
Ate bacon, eggs and pancakes at a diner at chicago and western around 5:30 with polish day laborers and 2 drunk girls. One was named april and she was very chatty. That night i had a dream about santa claus. Sunday i slept in, watched football, then burned 3 albums to put on my itunes. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 13:19 (twelve years ago).
I got your message about falling asleep on the train, but I figured that you were in good enough shape to write it which must mean that you're safe at home and alright. I am really hoping to be back to Brooklyn as soon as I can so I will see you then FO SHO. I am just now recovering from Saturday night. I was not only UP but OUT until 5:30AM. We went to O'C's after the wedding and that may or may not be where I lost the camera.
I definitely helped buy new shoes for the Smirnoff children this weekend. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 13:35 (twelve years ago). Yeah, the rest of the Continental building looks pretty dark and sad, then there's the contrast of what looks like a nice, evenly green space next door!
Plus in NYC the buildings would hardly ever be ONLY one or two stories tall. Funny - I've never been to the outlying parts of Chicago, and now that I only know Bklyn it's super weird to go to other cities. Baltimore was equally odd, although I'm aware that statistically Brooklyn is probably the anomaly. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 14:40 (twelve years ago).
I did not give a full weekend report. On Friday I went to see the Fake Fixxiones rock the house at Alliance.
On Saturday I spent the afternoon writing. I also watched Tristam Shandy (clever but not particularly entertaining) and then steeled myself to drive out to the suburbs for the BIG REUNION. Which was: hmmm, kind of fun, but also really weird and somewhat disappointing, too, because for all the people who were there that I was like 'OMG that guy' there were twice as many who I wished were there. There were maybe 40-50 overall out of a graduating class of 300-something? But whatever: I got drunk on gin-and-tonics and heard this gaggle of girls say in disbelief, as I was heading outside, 'John smokes?' (My goodie-goodie rep hasn't left me.) Then yesterday Kr and I did laundry and then went to see Nina Nastasia (boring, although I think EZ likes her?) and Jose Gonzalez (totally captivating) at the Lakeshore Theater. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 15:11 (twelve years ago).
Weirdest thing for me re former classmates: how many of them live in the suburbs still. I mean, I guess I understand if they are a) teachers who want to live close to their school district, or b) if they have kids that they want to put in suburban schools (one girl I had a crush on in 10th grade has already popped out four) - but I was talking to this guy Eugene who was in my physics class senior year, and he's totally still single and everything, but he was like, 'Yeah, I lived in Chicago for a year, at Irving Park and Ashland, but I didn't like it - too crowded.' He runs his own company now, and his office was next to the Holiday Inn the reunion was held at. I just can't imagine why you would choose to live in the suburbs, though. Maybe if going to ethnic restaurants and rock shows and art movies isn't important to you.
―, Monday, 16 October 2006 15:18 (twelve years ago). I guess the thing is, in high school you don't realize your lifestyles and ambitions are SO different from your classmates, when you hang out with them on a daily basis. And maybe they weren't, necessarily, at the time. I didn't necessarily know what I wanted to be doing right after college, and at 17 I think I assumed I would eventually have a typical family-in-the-suburbs life - after a few years, I determined that this wasn't exactly a priority.
―, Monday, 16 October 2006 15:27 (twelve years ago). No, I totally did. I figured someone would say something like this. I certainly had desires to be worldly and sophisticated that probably weren't matched by the majority of my peers, but I also really loved the community that high school created, and I liked knowing who everyone was and what they were all about. I mean, the roots of the whole 'jaymc's spreadsheet' meme can probably be traced back to when I ran for National Honor Society secretary, and my campaign speech was basically like, 'I'll be good at keeping track of our members, because I already know all of your birthdays.' (In fact, I surprised a few people the other night by saying things like '.so Jermaine, you'll be 28 in a couple days, won't you?'
) My friend Adam and I made up bizarre animal-related nicknames for teachers, kids in our classes, people involved in theatre with us - and I made crossword puzzles where all the answers were inside jokes about such people and wrote a song about some weirdo in my gym class. We were stupidly competitive about our class rank and gossiped endlessly. So I mean, I had a lot of affection for this community, and after a while, you think of yourself as one with it.
That's why I didn't even think twice about going to the reunion. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 15:43 (twelve years ago). Whoa, no Bell's? I'm not nearly as over-the-moon about Bell's as some of my fellow Kzoo alums, but I was certainly happy it was available in Chicago. Satisfaction of someone else (professor), toward a meaningless end (grades and/or pat on the head from one's 'elders and betters') Ideally, the satisfaction should be shared by you and the professor, especially in classes you like.
And I didn't see grades and pats on the head as meaningless, since they boosted my self-esteem and motivated me to continue doing good work. I would love to feel valued and inspired by my 'elders and betters,' to have the same kind of mentor I had in Gail Gr1ff1n at this time in my life. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 16:12 (twelve years ago). Railed against joining anything or being a part of anything except being friends with certain people no one joined anything at our high school.
Our senior class advisor was this ancient social studies teacher who told us he'd never seen a more apathetic group in his life. We didn't even care enough about each to other to form cliques. For me HS was something to be endured same here, it was a prelude to a big nebulous something else.
Like a four year taxi down a runway. Oh, and of course high school also means infidelity and bad lunches but that goes without saying, doesn't it? ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 16:18 (twelve years ago). John, I don't like to acknowledge that anyone can raise my self-esteem except me, or a relatively small number of people I don't mind admitting to the 'trusted' category. I was TOTALLY unprepared, at school or college ages, to give and/or admit that I gave a fuck whether anyone approved. I know, it's a little dumb.but it's a big deal for me, as an adult, to let even silly kinds of praise make me happy! I'm still a stubborn pain in the ass, though.
―, Monday, 16 October 2006 16:29 (twelve years ago). HS Pros: having a mostly good rep with teachers - this meant I could get away with things quiz bowl - mad time off school on their dime AP courses - didn't have to see the mouth-breathing idiots in my class as much HS Cons: everyone knew my parents - couldn't get away with everything mouth-breathing idiots not entirely escapeable most of my friends being older and graduating 1-2 years before me growing sense of doom & depression in 12th grade due to having small friend base (silver lining - got even more into punk rock) There are parts I remember fondly, there are parts I'd rather forget. On the whole, I did it, and now it's over. I'm glad I never went to graduation because there are a lot of people I feel good about saying 'fuck off' to and never seeing again. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 16:30 (twelve years ago). I don't know if it was the best time of my life - it was so long ago that it's hard to even consider it part of my life - but I did enjoy it. The driver's ed situation in more detail: There was supposed to be a two-hour Homecoming assembly at the end of the day, but at about noon it was cancelled because the school had received a threat of gang violence, and everyone was told that we'd remain in our 6th period class for the rest of the day instead.
Since 6th period for me was driver's ed, I was like fuck this. (To be fair, I didn't realize that we were going to have a quiz, which I then received a zero on and had to scramble to get my grade back up to an A by the end of the semester, or else I'd probably have reconsidered.) I asked myself where I'd rather be during 6th period, and I thought, Well, EJ has another section of AP English right now. I showed up, explained myself, and she was like, 'All right, JC, as long as you know what you're getting yourself into,' and the class - many of whom I was friends with (as opposed to the mouth-breathing sophomores in driver's ed) spent the rest of the day talking about current events and stuff. (Ha, xpost: Dan and I both used the word 'mouth-breathing.' ) ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 16:31 (twelve years ago).
When I say I made a big show of seeing through the importance of HS, I mean that I did OK academically and was pretty well-regarded by the teachers. I was known for having real talent and potential as a writer by all the English teachers. That was fine and I valued that. What I hated was all the teenagers around me. I had 2 or 3 friends throughout my high school career, and even they didn't last. I didn't even take part in lunch, but instead sat in the library writing, stealing books and cutting pages out of the encylopedia. (I still have a color wheel from the World Book.) Looking back this is probably bad because I was actually suffering from a pretty serious depression.
Also religion was ruining my life because I would have probably joined some kind of club but I wasn't allowed to go to Saturday meetings. Xpost- I had a good rep with the teachers too. I got to use the faculty bathroom. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 16:38 (twelve years ago).
I failed my driver's ed course with a big giant EFF. This was because I was a freshman (in MT you could get your learner's permit at 14.5 years old) and this was when I had friends. We all sat at the same table and I paid 0 attention.
The reason I had friends when I was a freshman was that I got the attention of the hippest senior whose name is T0r D@ahl (cool name even). He pimped me to the school full of assholes. Then he graduated and my 1 real friend moved away and I was a loser again. Goodbye yellow brick road;adlksfjf;askldjf. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 16:44 (twelve years ago).
I had good friends in high school and I enjoyed band, and my one 'AP' class. It wasn't an official AP thing, but it was a senior class where we just sat in a circle and did this whole philosophy survey and discussed shit. It was better than 80% of my college classes.
Other than that though, high school suuuuucked. I am not one of those people who is forever wishing they could go back to school. I'm happy working and I don't think I ever want to be a student again.
―, Monday, 16 October 2006 16:56 (twelve years ago). Scrolling to the end to say two things: 1. 22 is my birthday.
Come here then. I want to have Thanksgiving at our house. I want you all to come over, and your mothers, too.
But, there is not enough room at our house for everyone to come over - there is barely room for six or seven. I will be happy to help plan/come cook at someone else's house where there is more room. Otherwise, I think we'd be better off going to Simon's all day like we did two years ago. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 18:33 (twelve years ago). Our first T-day in Chicago, Jesse, Jeff, Sayjal and I went to the parade and wandered into Simon's at about 11 AM where we proceeded to get utterly BLOTTO until we made our way to Andee's for dinner at around 7 or 8, with some stranger from the bar that I invited to come along with us who was apparantly a real asshole but I barely remember anything after 3 pm or so and thus hold myself blameless. I was born the day they shot JFK.
The way you look at me sucks me right down the sidewalk. Somebody please tell this machine I'm not a machine. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 18:39 (twelve years ago). See, here's the thing: a lot of my friends who were considered nerds in junior high school have openly embraced their nerdhood as adults. But whenever one of them says something like, 'Isn't it funny how so many of us who graduated from K were total dorks growing up, and we still kind of are?'
- then I'm resistant. Because yeah, I was probably considered a nerd at one point - but why?
Because I got good grades and I wasn't good at sports? I mean, sure, that gets you mocked when you're in 7th grade, but I don't know why that should define me as a nerd now. Or they say something like, 'Well, you know, we read The New Yorker and listen to NPR' - and I'm like, okay, well you have a pretty broad definition of 'nerd.'
I plead guilty for wanting, at various points in my life, to be an intellectual/elitist/cultural snob, but I never read a fucking Piers Anthony paperback. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 19:33 (twelve years ago). Anyway, I think we've been over this before, but what I like about Lost is that it a) takes place in the present-day, with recognizable human characters, and b) the sci-fi element has so far been a vague sense of creepiness and mystery. It's almost more like a suspense/horror movie in that we're identifying with people like us who have been thrown into an unusual situation, and we want to get to the bottom of it all. We're not starting out on an alien planet and just accepting that a race of green humanoids with yo-yos for eyes exist in this world. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 20:01 (twelve years ago).
Totally understood, Jordan. But the cutting themselves off thing is interesting. In the first place, the Hasidim came to America not to take part in the American dream or to assimilate, but to continue living exactly as they had in Europe except for being safe from pogrom/Holocaust. Second, their rebbes refused to come here until AFTER WWII, so that generation had very different priorities from the next gen, which is the group currently 'in power' in most places. Third, in a sense the Hasidim who immigrated to America could have taken part in a culture of privilege, being a white European group, but they specifically chose not to benefit from that privilege.a restraint which could, if investigated constructively, make them less estranged from the minority groups they usually live near. Also, I don't know what their problem is w/r/t you - I know someone whose daughter is an out lesbian (not practicing Orthodox, obv) but her father is very scholarly, respected, visible among his peers.
Also there are definitely some very lousy things about modern Hasidic life, NOT THE LEAST OF WHICH is their attitude/code of conduct for women. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 20:17 (twelve years ago).
Ok, here's the story on the place that I like. $775 a month, which is more than I wanted to pay but certainly doable. Nice living room with a southern exposure and a view of a grand old oak tree. Back porch (!). Pretty hardwood floors.
Laundry downstairs. Old building, but well maintained. There's a marble facade out front that says 'The Rose.' Located, which is pretty unbeatable. Two blocks from the Berwyn el stop, two blocks from Jewel, three blocks from the lake, seven blocks from Juulia. I think I should go for it. ―, Monday, 16 October 2006 22:42 (twelve years ago).
Kenan: The Lincoln Park apartment is not for you. I don't get paid until Friday. Which means I packed a lunch again. But my pay schedule works out great this month: I get paid on the third, then the 17th, and then again on December 1, which means that December rent can come out of.that.
check, and November is all freed up to buy housewares. I have decided to buy that jute rug after all.
The big green rug will match my bedroom much better than my living room. I want black, simple, almost severe. ―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 15:15 (twelve years ago).
Yeah, doesn't surprise me. Lotsa factories around there at that time. Not anymore though. My friend's sister lives right 'downtown' and it's really cute for about 2.5 minutes, then the charm wears off and you realize that there's nothing there but a diner, a pharmacy and a photography studio with faded pictures of slutty high school girls from the early '90s in the window.
Unless you're very happy with your family and have a rich homelife, that's not a place to live. ―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 16:52 (twelve years ago). According to that test, I have a good voice for TV or radio, it says.
I'm midland first, then Philadelphia. I tried to modulate all of the strange southern Delaware pronunciations out of my speech (like 'far' for fire and 'boosh' for bush and long-O dog, although I still cling to some Delaware phrasings, like quarter of seven instead of quarter to seven and 'get a bath' instead of 'take a shower') but I still sometimes stress the 'awwww' sounds in coffee, dog, pause, words like that.
―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 16:56 (twelve years ago). Your result: TEH MIDLAND 'You have a Midland accent' is just another way of saying 'you don't have an accent.' You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio. I also felt very confident about my answers, reprazent. ―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 17:11 (twelve years ago). I think, John, that I just like busting your chops about something so silly as how people from different regions of the country that have distinct regional accents pronounce a word.
I don't know how I say horrid. As I sit here in the computer lab whispering 'harrid. Whore-id' to myself, they both sound right to me.
I got South second to midland if I said that 'pin' and 'pen' sound similar. The fact that I could go either way there is, I believe, entirely attributable to Jeff. Anecdotally, a WV cousin of mine thought my name was 'Ginny' until we ten or eleven because he'd never seen my name written out and 'Ginny' and 'Jenny' sound the same coming from people with southern accents. ―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 17:13 (twelve years ago).
My best friend from back home went to UMaine and his senior year lived in a rented house north of orono (which is just north of bangor). His next door neighbor was this 70-something retired couple named herbie and barbara day, neither of whom had ever left the north woods in their lives. They spent their time sitting on their front porch getting sauced and speaking in the most impenetrable down east accents ever. Xpost- QB/WR/CB. I was actually much better on defense than offense. ―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 17:27 (twelve years ago). Sometimes it's what's called an 'open o' as in the way that English people pronounce 'bought', 'caught', 'ought' and BOT is pronounced either with an 'ah' sound (represented by 'a' in the bottom right of the 'sounds of American English' diagram upthread.
It's the difference between a sound that is tense (open o) and one that is lax ('ah'). The IPA can be used to describe any language, which is why it's handy when doing phonological transcriptions or interpreting phonological transcriptions of languages that we may or may not know. If you know the IPA and you see a transcription of a language you have no idea how to pronounce, it gives you everything you need to pronounce the word. It won't tell you what it means or how it's written (its orthography) but it will give you an idea of how to say it.
You can also analyze patterns that way. It's also why it's futile to try to describe sounds as 'flat' or 'weak' or 'wrong' or by using other vague/subjective adjectives. The IPA uses places and means of articulation to determine the differences between sounds. ―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 18:27 (twelve years ago). So, today my old boss (who is way cool) and the two other guys I work directly with were going to go have lunch, bullshit, piss & moan, have a beer or two, etc. Well, today one of the higher-ups is in town, and co-opted our lunchtime. So, instead, we were going to lunch with my new boss, the higher-up, and a couple others.
This option was slightly less appealing to me, but still, the prospect of a free lunch somewhere new was enticing. So, I was sitting around waiting for a particularly nasty file to distill, and I heard people getting ready to go behind me. I figured they'd say 'hey, let's go' when they were ready, and we'd go. Then I looked around and EVERYONE is gone. I got completely ditched! Now I don't have a clue what to do. I think I know where they went, but it's a ways away, I don't have my car, so I can't just go over there.
What do I say when they get back? I'm fucking pissed about this. ―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 18:28 (twelve years ago). Re: powershots. I have an ancient a40 (about 6 years old now) and while it works fine and takes decent photos, the thing is so damn bulky with that one fat end that it's too big to fit in my pocket and therefore gets left home a lot. I haven't heard that record since it came out.
I had the aussie import with the different cover and nyc cops that got dropped from the american release after 9/11. It was a decent album i guess, didn't do much for me and certainly didn't help me understand the hype that surrounded them at the time. ―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 21:11 (twelve years ago).
edit Singles Year Title US Hot 100 US Mainstream Rock UK singles Album 1978 You Really Got Me 36 -Van Halen 1978 Runnin' With The Devil 84 -Van Halen 1978 Jamie's Cryin' -Van Halen 1978 Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love -Van Halen 1979 Dance the Night Away 15 -Van Halen II 1979 Beautiful Girls 84 -Van Halen II 1980 And The Cradle Will Rock. 55 -Women and Children First 1981 So This Is Love? 1978 You Really Got Me 36 -Van Halen 1978 Runnin' With The Devil 84 -Van Halen 1978 Jamie's Cryin' -Van Halen 1978 Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love -Van Halen 1979 Dance the Night Away 15 -Van Halen II 1979 Beautiful Girls 84 -Van Halen II 1980 And The Cradle Will Rock.
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55 -Women and Children First 1981 So This Is Love? - 15 - Fair Warning 1982 (Oh) Pretty Woman 12 1 - Diver Down 1982 Dancing In The Street 38 3 - Diver Down 1982 Secrets - 22 - Diver Down those first four albums are all killer. I'm with jenny on 1984 but still, cheese and all, the first four records are boss. ―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 22:21 (twelve years ago). I guess I also know 'Right Now.' I can't tell if you're making this statement to just make waves or because you actually believe it. Either way, it's retarded.
Little of both, my friend. Granted, I've only heard London Calling, but I really only like a few of those songs, like the title track, 'Spanish Bombs,' 'Train in Vain,' and 'Lost in the Supermarket.' And 'Rock the Casbah' is obv. But there's also plenty of Clash songs that just sound like uninteresting bar-rock to me. ―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 22:40 (twelve years ago). If you don't like 'Rudy Can't Fail' then you don't have a pulse.
I wholeheartedly believe later Clash records are mostly for shit ( Cut the Crap, for example) but playing the 'overrated' card based on a single album is kind of feeble, no? Not that I think you'd like their first record more (it does having some 'uninteresting bar-rock' tunes) but it's also got a few that are true gems. Rock music John doesn't like = uninteresting bar rock? It's a trend I've noticed. ―, Wednesday, 1 November 2006 22:45 (twelve years ago). Yesterday i went to the jewel on ashland/milwaukee/paulina along with roughly 900,000 other chicagoans.
I brought my handy shopping list provided by handymanda with the intent of making chili. I crossed off what i had at home, got the remaining ingredients and some other things i needed. They were all out of loose red potatoes, they only had the pre-packaged 5 lb. Bags and as i was walking and already had a ton of stuff i decided not to have garlic mashed 'taters for thanksgiving. When i got home i got my pot ready for the chili, i opened the cans of beans and diced tomatoes, i got a skillet ready with some oil for the onion and celery (and garlic). It was at about this time i realized i never got around to buying any ground beef.
So, dejectedly, i put everying into ziplock containers and will give it another go tonight. I had grilled cheese and ruffles and onion dip while watching football. All in all not a bad day.
―, Friday, 24 November 2006 17:01 (twelve years ago). If you eliminate The Shining from your Stephen King movie list because it's a Kubrick movie, then you have to eliminate Carrie because it's a DePalma movie and The Dead Zone because it's a Cronenberg movie. I liked Stand by Me a lot, even though it wasn't that scary. Taking camp value and nostalgia as well as actual goodness into account, my list would go: The Shining.,. Carrie.
Creepshow Children of the Corn Stand by Me The Dead Zone Christine Shawshank Redemption Maximum Overdrive Firestarter Misery Pet Sematary (sic) Salem's Lot Anything not on this list means not even camp or nostalgic value could save it from being utter crap. Inclusion on this list doesn't automatically exclude the film from being utter crap, either; it just means I have a soft spot for it.These movies would be in a top ten favorite movies list, regardless of Stephen King's involvement.Kenan does have a point, though, since Stephen King for some reason decided he had to remake this movie into a total steaming turd because he believed Kubrick somehow got it wrong. ―, Friday, 24 November 2006 19:14 (twelve years ago).
I don't know why I never really registered this in my brain before, but the microbrewery in my home town sells pints of beer for two dollars. Think of what it would be like if there was a place like this in Chicago - a place that would sell 5 or so moderately good to pedestrian American style beers until only 11 o'clock at night. The cross-section of people you'd see drinking there would be amazing. But here, it's like the only game in town.
It's big, it's cheap, it has free wireless. It's full of people from about 5 PM untill 11. Then the drunk people spill out of the place and the social strata of the town becomes clear. Certain people walk out and go to one bar, some other people go to a different one, and a few go home. It's really weird, and god damn I'm drunk. ―, Saturday, 25 November 2006 07:16 (twelve years ago). 'My' asparagus recipe is just the 'asparagus appointment' recipe from ILX: take asparagus, brush/coat in olive oil, add salt and garlic powder to taste, and roast at hot (like 425) until tender.
It's the recipe with the highest tastiness-to-easiness-to-prepare ratio that I know. Anyone up for doing something tonight? Sarah and I are indecisive. We are considering: 1. Rock show a) Dead Meadow/Pinebender at Sub-T b) Pere Ubu and Mahjongg at Abbey Pub if it's not sold out c) Oranges Band and Red Eyed Legends at the Note (probably not) 2. Movie a) The Fountain b) For Your Consideration 3.
Something else. I mainly just want to get out of the apartment. ―, Saturday, 25 November 2006 23:27 (twelve years ago). News of the day: I have another cat for December. The evil one, the Acker.
She was supposed to bring her over a week or two ago, but. Well, that didn't happen. She's being surprisingly calm and sweet, and so is Dobbler. I think the apartment is big and separated enough that they're finding it easy to ignore each other. The new Tom Waits set is freaking awesome. The first disc especially is some kinda awesome bloozy Waits-essence concoction. And the third disc is so bleeding strange.
―, Sunday, 26 November 2006 20:42 (twelve years ago). 2 Cheers and 1 Jeer for Ikea. Cheers for helping me stock my kitchen with (18-piece set (NOT 16!) of decent looking dishes (for $18), frying pan, sauce pan and a few other kitchencetera for a very nice price.
Also for supplying Courtney with some reasonably grown-up looking furniture at a good price. The 2nd cheer is for cheap eats: 99c breakfast (eggs, bacon, potatoes), $1.99 breakfast (eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, french toast) and Swedish meatball lunch, not to mention lingonberries at every turn. 1 Jeer for missing parts in their furniture. In the 3 pieces I put together tonight I was missing 1 screw (easily replaced) and 2 obscure fasteners. Also, Courtney made clear that I was forbidden from having sex at Ikea this time.
―, Monday, 27 November 2006 04:33 (twelve years ago). Eating steaks in Argentina feels like joining a cult.
You find yourself leaning on friends to come visit, and writing YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND in all caps more often than feels comfortable. Argentine beef really is extraordinary. Almost all of this has to do with how the cows are raised.
There are no factory feedlots in Argentina; the animals still eat pampas grass their whole lives, in open pasture, and not the chicken droppings and feathers mixed with corn that pass for animal feed in the United States. Since this is the way of life a cow was designed for, it is not necessary to pump the animal full of antibiotics. The meat is leaner, healthier and more flavorful than that of corn-fed cattle. It has fewer calories, contains less cholesterol, and tastes less mushy and waterlogged than American meat. And the cows spend their lives out grazing in the field, not locked into some small pen. You can taste the joy. ―, Monday, 27 November 2006 05:59 (twelve years ago).
My weekend was SO F'N LAZY. What the hell did I do? There was Thanksgiving. That was good stuff. Then there were a ton of leftovers.
I spent most of the day after Thanksgiving napping. I tried to do some Christmas shopping, but didn't have much luck. I went to the gym a couple of times, had Indian food and drinks, and watched lots of Herzog and Kinski. I started watching Big Love. I got through most of my decoupage Christmas ornament making. I put up and then was sad when they were all ripped down basically 24 hours later.
I played a championship boggle-trivial pursuit-scrabble game against Nick and won, so he has to treat me to a movie. ―, Monday, 27 November 2006 14:28 (twelve years ago). It's a bungalow on a tree lined street, it's a great little house. Has a small backyard, a garden, and a garage her husband tinkers around in since neither of them have cars. I am insanely jealous of that place. Yes, dan's birthday party was last saturday, c0c0c0ma played along with al3x white, the d1als, and magnetix from france who were the nicest people.
The place was packed to past capacity and the brownie to person ratio was still around 5:1. That was a crazy night, that was the night before the morning i stood outside the church listening to gospel music. ―, Monday, 27 November 2006 15:09 (twelve years ago). I don't think I knew how much of a legend Dan the Fan was until I read that article - but then I don't go to the same shows he does. I've only seen him two or three times.
Once was when I was playing with Green, and then this summer he came to Cleveland to see the Dials. My weekend was good.
Yesterday Kr and I saw the new documentary about Jonestown, at the Siskel Film Center, which I definitely recommend, esp. If all you know about the event is 'Kool-Aid laced with cyanide.' ―, Monday, 27 November 2006 15:48 (twelve years ago). So, what did you all do for Thanksgiving? I ate with my parents and many of their students, and drank a lot of beer.
I also went out to the lake a couple of times, took a few pictures, marveled at the amount of new construction in my town, caught up with some old friends, and even mangaged to hang with some of the people I see all the time down here. All in all, a good time. The drive back was easy, too. No traffic to speak of and lots of hunters with deer carcasses (carci?) strapped to their vehicles in interesting ways.
I'm also slightly embarassed re-reading my drunk post upthread. ―, Monday, 27 November 2006 19:12 (twelve years ago). A QUESTION How should I address this in my cover letter? I have really no experience in Photoshop, GoLive or InDesign, but I have many other skills and such that qualify me for this job.
'Knowledge and experience in website design and maintenance, and graphic design, and database management, as well as Adobe GoLive, InDesign and Photoshop or comparable is strongly recommended.' Should i even mention it? Say that i'm a quick learner? Express a willingness to learn these programs on my own time outside of work?
―, Monday, 27 November 2006 20:01 (twelve years ago). Position Description: This position is an integral part of xxx’s Publications Department. The Directory Coordinator has several important responsibilities, including but not limited to: managing the day-to-day operations of the Chicago Area HIV Services Directory (both in print and online) and development and maintenance of information resources. Desired Qualifications: Applicant should possess at least a high school diploma and Associate’s degree, with strong communications, interpersonal, written and oral skills. Must also have a broad understanding of computers and computer software, including Microsoft Word, Access, Outlook, and Excel. Knowledge and experience in website design and maintenance, and graphic design, and database management, as well as Adobe GoLive, InDesign and Photoshop or comparable is strongly recommended. ―, Monday, 27 November 2006 20:09 (twelve years ago).
Here are some justifications you might be able to use: 1. You only get your hair cut two or three times a year. It's better to go to an expensive stylist you trust than end up with a crappy, cheap haircut that you'll have to pay the expensive stylist to fix anyway. You don't want to make L3anne cry.
It's not like you get manicures/massages/pedicures/facials so this if your one splurge is getting a good haircut from someone that you like and trust, NO BIGGIE. A good hair cut is the foundation for a polished and professional look. ―, Monday, 27 November 2006 20:45 (twelve years ago). Anytime, Sarah. Oh and here is a horrible story, in case the justifications weren't enough: I used to pony up to get a good haircut at a nice salon in Atlanta but then I lost my job so I went to a cheaper place and got a haircut for free by the shampoo guy who was going to hair school and he gave me a TERRIBLE haircut that sent me down the road to haircut ruin that lasted for TWO YEARS. Now you can have my beloved Valerie B when you pry her off my cold, dead hair.
―, Monday, 27 November 2006 20:52 (twelve years ago). JESSE there were a lot of boxes in your post, so I don't know what your point is, but I won't let that dissuade me. I believe we've been over this, actually.
HORRIBLE: hO with a dot over itr-schwa-bschwal WHORE: hO with a dot over itr where O with a dot over it = like the AW in LAW There are alternate pronunciations for each word: HORRIBLE: hA with a diaresisr-schwa-bschwal WHORE: hU with a dot over itr where A with a diaresis = like the O in MOP or the A in MAR and U with a dot over itr = like the OO in FOOT But these are both listed second in Webster's, which leads me to stand firm in my belief that HORRIBLE and WHORE have the same vowel sound. ―, Monday, 27 November 2006 20:58 (twelve years ago). You do not have to cut out beer on Weight Watchers! As a matter of fact, WW and I have such a longstanding relationship exactly because it allows for beer. And, if you plan carefully, lots of it. I like WW as a program.
I do not like WW as a company as they tend to really nickle and dime you the fuck to death. And the last six or eight meetings I've been to ended up nothing more than hour-long sales pitches for more WW products. Getting all that shiny new WW stuff tends to motivate me, though, and there is a benefit to the camaraderie of the meetings. ―, Monday, 27 November 2006 22:08 (twelve years ago). Like I said, I've never done WW, so I am probably making stuff up. But it seems to me that there is a point system involved, requiring you to look up how many points each food item counts towards your daily allowance.
Being a sister of a former eating disorder victim (well, she didn't die, but it was baaaad), I am wary of anything that makes me pay THAT much attention to what I am eating and when. Even keeping a food diary for the Self challenge a while back made me kind of nutso and paranoid. Also, I got incredibly fainty just taking in their recommended calorie cap. I think it's best to try to change your diet and exercise practices for the better in general and try to keep them that way. So I try to eat fairly heathily and walk alot and go to the gym, but I do not count calories or look up points, etc. HOWEVER, just because I am paranoid of becoming overly obsessed with food, does not mean it is a dangerous program for anyone else. For example, what Jenny said.
―, Monday, 27 November 2006 22:10 (twelve years ago). Sarah is correct - you get a 'points' allowance for the day plus an extra 35 that you can spread around throughout the week (hence, beer - 3 pts for regular, 2 pts for light).
If you exercise, you can add 'activity points' to your daily allotment so that means that when you exercise, you can eat more. Points are calculated based on some complicated algorithm that looks at fat, fiber, and calories and while you do have to look things up at first, it starts to become second nature after awhile. For example, while I am technically not 'on program' right now, I happen to know that I've eaten 14 points so far today, including the apple I'm going to eat during class tonight, leaving me 8 for dinner. I have successfully done WW on line and using meetings, so it really depends on what fits into your schedule. I find meetings to be more palatable when I go with someone I like, but that can backfire, too (see Courtney and I enabling some v. Bad food practices for each other) so, yeah. I think that the potential for exacerbating food obsession is pretty accurate, but if you've got a handle on that kind of thing going into it, you should be okay.
Sometimes, like now, I can't handle life stress plus keeping track of everything I eat, especially when I don't have a lot of time for cooking/packing lunch, but I have generally been pleased with WW. ―, Monday, 27 November 2006 22:20 (twelve years ago). The 'no counting' plan is their 'Core' plan, which means you can eat whatever you want on the 'core foods list' without counting it as long as you're not sitting down and eating like, ten avocados at once. You can eat non-core foods, but you have to count them. So you get a free pass for core foods, and 35 points for beer. Er, I mean, non core foods. I have a hard time with the core plan, even though I tend to eat core-ish-ly, because it's just a little too much of a restriction for me.
And, as sad as I am to admit it, because frozen dinners aren't core and I kind of rely on those to keep any sort of control over my weight during busy finals time. ―, Monday, 27 November 2006 22:22 (twelve years ago). Best email I've received in a while, but unfortunately I am not (yet) at liberty to reveal the identity of the sender. I went to the gyno to get an IUD today and they couldn't even get the tool to measure my uterus through my cervix cause it's too goddamn tough.what the fuck is that shit?
They had to call in backup and then when the second PA couldn't do it either they were like.' Ummm, have you thought about birth control pills?' .goddamn my cervix, it's like a fucking maximum security prison up in that bitch. ―, Tuesday, 28 November 2006 05:53 (twelve years ago). Unless I was misunderstanding you, you claimed that WITHOUT an East Coast accent, 'whore' and 'horrible' STILL are pronounced differently. No, ding-dong, I was not the one who brought it up. We were sitting at Ricochet's having a normal conversation when suddenly, out of nowhere, you said 'PEOPLE FROM THE EAST COAST PRONOUNCE 'HORRIBLE' WRONG-IT IS NOT PRONOUNCED HAHRRIBLE OMIGOD OMIGOD.
In a way it was a blessing that you did this because it was then that Krista did something that will make being your friend much easier: she started going ' EEEEEEEEEEEEE' at you, which seemed to either sooth you or otherwise make you want to stop ranting. ―, Tuesday, 28 November 2006 14:35 (twelve years ago). Another fine email, from a different person who shall remain nameless. I think I might love you, Jesse. Can we maybe have each others’ babies before my bio clock is done turning round? I’ve got a good decade, maybe — no rush.
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