tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30834942011-08-12T04:16:53.064-04:00Tongabovea Marist College Resident Director, writer, journalist reader talks about life, growing up and other amazing thingsJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.comBlogger3991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1114440439163603292005-04-25T10:43:00.000-04:002005-04-25T10:47:19.163-04:00"here's a toast... to all those who hear me all too well..." -Eve 6life progresses well. too much had been on my mind to continue writing here, and i'll be relocating shortly (and deleting all of this Tongabove stuff)... so stay tuned for a new address, etc.love you all.today's focus: studying @ SUNY tonight, where are tax checks?, tie-dyed skirts, "ice cream on the Narragansett pier"JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1112752229800549182005-04-05T21:41:00.000-04:002005-04-05T21:50:29.800-04:00"for reasons connected only to [his] own reality..." -the Jordan Weaver casetoday's focus: taco macaroni bake (mmm...), using the ottoman, sized for a tux!, elbow scabsJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1112643098122581372005-04-04T15:21:00.000-04:002005-04-04T15:31:38.123-04:00"Remember your dreams, and unseen things..." -Open the Duira long time ago i wrote journals and diaries. books and folders and leatherbound tomes. ideas, frustrations, thoughts, dreams and reflections. where does that come from?it didn't come from my parents. nobody really modeled it or suggested it in some mentor-esque way. almost everyone has had to "journal" for a psych. or english class (as JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1112071779241215232005-03-28T23:34:00.000-05:002005-03-28T23:49:39.250-05:00"You voted for Kerry? What are you, gay?" - some fucking idiot from Baylor U.,to my cousin Jeffa rainy beginning to the week here in albany. the precipitation has not stopped since midnight yesterday, bringing it to an almost (15 minutes!) complete 24-hour phenomenon. increase the temperature to the mid-fifties and i'd be on the front porch as we speak, under a blanket and holding some tea.i've JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1111676853941430152005-03-24T09:53:00.000-05:002005-03-24T10:07:33.943-05:00"Men are grateful in the same proportion as they cherish revenge." -Alexander Pope, 1847so much hooplah about censoring and contionalizing sex education in public schools these days. an abstinence-only program favored by our President is gaining momentum, popularity, and support nation-wide. this link will only work this week, but points you to a decent local article about the effect that Texas JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1111420573944211152005-03-21T10:46:00.000-05:002005-03-21T10:56:13.946-05:00"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days..." -Counting Crowsthere's been talk of quitting law school. not by me. but by my comrades. and it's made me wonder about the difference between 'actually changing your mind' and 'forgetting why you came'. to even show up on the first day here required a fuck-load of work and bureaucratic nonsense. it was a whore to even sit in a seat JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1111352466924838402005-03-20T15:50:00.000-05:002005-03-20T16:01:06.926-05:00"my head... has hit SO MANY THINGS tonight..." -me, fridaySpring Break ends tonight and i'm wondering: what is there to look forward to? let us review:1 > finals will be before, upon, and over us before we know it2 > making (instead of spending) money3 > tank tops and skirts4 > SUNY Fountain Day5 > Watkins and Blue Balls rugby tournaments6 > not seeing the same fucking people every day7 > Alive @JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1110859158600718602005-03-14T22:38:00.000-05:002005-03-14T22:59:18.603-05:00"It has to start somewhere, it has to start sometime... what better place than here? what better time than now?" - Rage Against the Machineback at home. sipping a coke. watching the fireplace. lying on tummy. closing the eyes. imagining my bed. hating plane seats. finals are coming. cats walking by. six days left. books should disappear. love my cousins. dread studying now. need a vacation. will JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1110309200210509632005-03-08T13:37:00.000-05:002005-03-08T14:13:20.210-05:00"They don't understand me; my mouth is not for their ears." -Nietzschetoday i discovered legal negotiation. then class was cancelled. so now i'm in morgan's living room (as always) with some vocal digestion going on. seriously: since this semester started my stomach has grumbled fucking constantly. literally every day. fast metabolism plus stress and a grad student diet = it always sounds like JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1110213417841272082005-03-07T11:28:00.000-05:002005-03-07T11:36:57.843-05:00Jaime: "Luckily, law school isn't a popularity contest..."The Kankoos: "No, it's not. It's a perspective contest, and you're all losing it."i dig the above quote. it comes from that book i mentioned a week or two ago. basically, the guys i mentioned here just got back from some devastatingly unsober night at a casino, only to realize they missed 4 classes at Harvard Law (after sleeping in due to JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1110048406816932702005-03-05T13:39:00.000-05:002005-03-05T13:46:46.816-05:00"My heart will be fine... just stop wasting my time..." -BNLthe thousand-dollar relevancy test: hypothetical "well, what if..." questions have always been a favorite of mine: (if you had three wishes, if you had a million dollars, if you could have sex with anyone in the world, etc.) and fine-tuning these questions for maximum intuition and personality-revealing results is a habit that JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1109773187751225262005-03-02T09:06:00.000-05:002005-03-02T09:19:47.753-05:00"the world begins to disappear..." -adam duritzon the 411/information craze: it seems like they're trying to kill phonebooks. i have zero shame in admitting i get sentimental about technology expanding and destroying once familiar rituals. in fact, i'll even pay extra if phonebooks cease to be free because they're obsolete. but i absolutely will not dial 411 (and pay $1.49) to have some jack-off JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1109603769178977262005-02-28T10:09:00.000-05:002005-02-28T10:16:09.180-05:00"She opened the door with the greatest pleasure, she opened the door and she let me in..." -GBSwho complains about mondays? mondays are a fucking gift. what better feeling than to know it will already be quasi-midweek tomorrow (tuesday)? if you really think your life involves suffering, if you're really unhappy with what you have to do and it feels like it's a strain just to "get through the weekJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1109087793833107912005-02-22T10:38:00.000-05:002005-02-22T10:56:33.836-05:00"everything to you i bestow..." - mundylast night i got out of my library seat and went to the ancient computer upstairs which is used only to search the internal library catalogue. after maybe 4 minutes i found what i was looking for (actually i didn't realize i found it until i pulled the book off the shelves). it was the ultimate "you are doing okay in law school, trust me" voice: a recent JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1108656234125224652005-02-17T10:55:00.000-05:002005-02-17T11:03:54.126-05:00"Wouldn't it be great if the band just never ended? Wouldn't it be great if we never heard last call? We could... slip off the edge, and never worry about the fall..." -G.B.S.this is an excerpt from some writing excercise i did a couple years ago:i know: I know what blood tastes like. I know how it feels to break someone’s heart. I know what the wind in Peru sounds like. I know what it’s like to JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1108056677308801032005-02-10T13:13:00.000-05:002005-02-10T12:31:17.306-05:00"I took the guy's sunglasses and bayonet; figured he wasn't going to need them anymore..." -a recently returned US Marine, talking about the man he shot 10 times from 3 feet away
guys have backed me up on the strange jealousy/sympathy chemicals we release when hearing stories that other guys our age have about war. we all want to know how we'd react and what we'd do with the real chance to kill JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1107968112187353942005-02-09T11:44:00.000-05:002005-02-09T11:55:12.186-05:00"Nobody changes at summer camp... you just figure out who you are and start being it." -Wichita, Happy Campers
when the hell is lent? last night (at a bar) i was talking to a girl about what to give up. not in the catholic, purge-my-soul-and-resist-temptation way, but in the fuck-with-my-body sense. i see it as more fun to deny yourself things and battle with your cravings than pay homage to JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1107448394927176912005-02-03T11:14:00.000-05:002005-02-03T11:33:14.926-05:00after a month-and-a-half hiatus i've returned. it was a spiritual cleansing stint mixed with some laziness and a couple shots of depression but... i'll be here to write more random shit again.
on kitchens: nothing irks me more than a poorly-designed kitchen. white walls are not allowed - get some fucking color in there. dark wood cabinets? no. lightness is required. a lot of new houses have JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1104067245421374252004-12-26T08:08:00.000-05:002004-12-26T08:20:45.420-05:00"Yeah, talk about 'mislaid' plans, guys..." -me and Zach, property law review @ 12/8
on the subject of grace: my friend Colin, a 30-something philosophy-type drummer, always told me: "try to handle all things with grace." and that reminder was felt when, of all the strange times to think about it, i was seeing bits and pieces of "Bridget Jones's Diary" the other day. the fight scene in the JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1104009668044252952004-12-25T16:09:00.000-05:002004-12-25T16:21:08.043-05:00"And when you think you can't believe what you're hearing, tune out and let the trying rest their case..." -MIMH
christmas day. last night is what really struck me. this year, more even than last, my comparison and wondering turned ever so subtly toward the fact that so many newly-wed couples this year would be enjoying their first christmas eve together. husbands and wives, who'd taken the stepJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1102961078524712762004-12-13T13:00:00.000-05:002004-12-13T13:04:38.526-05:00"Going crazy is an occupational hazard..." -HST
one more final tomorrow. fucking civil procedure.
decided the other day between cat food and a new toothbrush; it puts things in perspective when your potential earning power will someday reach ~$200/hour, yet you find yourself planning carefully every $1.79 purchase. strange.
won't be online for awhile now (added to my two-week stay away), due JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1101951749805808682004-12-01T20:32:00.000-05:002004-12-01T20:42:29.806-05:00"Destruction leads to a very rough road but it also breeds creation..." -Red Hot Chili Peppers
everyone agreed that the sky was strange and foreboding today. it was windy, for one thing. and dry. it was the small dark grey clouds low to the ground that blew overhead all afternoon that creeped us out. the sky was overcast above them, too, so you had intense wind causing leaves, garbage, and JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1101738778344368132004-11-29T09:26:00.000-05:002004-11-29T09:32:58.343-05:00"I couldn't sleep at all last night 'cause I had too much on my mind, I wish I could leave it all behind but you know it's not that easy..." -GBS
should be studying/reviewing/outlining/analyzing "the law" right now, so it feels like i'm procrastinating but the truth is... property and contracts can wait forever. people've learned this shit for literally hundreds of years; a few hours in Jason'sJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1101142566461977442004-11-22T11:45:00.000-05:002004-11-22T11:56:06.460-05:00"All the years that have come to pass, and all the years that shall be... I see here right before me." -Crash Test Dummies
once again i humbly tip my hat to CM and the NJ crew for a particularly great rendezvous. down to the wire i wasn't sure if i'd be able to enjoy such an escape, but it happened! soooo much good food (wow, 8 letter "o"s in that little phrase), a multitude of inside/dirty JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1100796547396886352004-11-18T11:16:00.000-05:002004-11-18T11:49:07.396-05:00"Ehh... I ride the big ones, baby..." -Oscar Acosta
before getting here i understood why high-octane med students, law students, and young professionals used drugs and stimulants to cope with their stress, but i didn't really understand. i walked between buildings after class today with justin, john and owen, the guys i share a schedule with, and the conversation took a natural, almost JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1100651413662191072004-11-16T19:14:00.000-05:002004-11-16T19:30:13.663-05:00"i love that you referred to your memo as a 'whore'... that made me smile... it was a 'Jason' thing to say..." -becky, to me
our lawyering TA told us that our memo would be the most frustrating thing we've ever written. she might be right. i've always prided myself on letting very, very few things get to me... and this memo is almost there. i'm talking like, guys hitting their girlfriends getsJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1100543200708342422004-11-15T13:17:00.000-05:002004-11-15T13:26:40.706-05:00"Here you me my friends..." -jimmy eat world
rule against perpetuities. defense of misrepresentation. failure to state a claim. breach of standard of care. citation formatting.
it is that week. the week before thanksgiving, where the chain of weekdays hasn't been broken in over two and a half months. classes haven't been cancelled, no blatant threshold before exams has been crossed. we're all JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1099937071529149382004-11-08T13:54:00.000-05:002004-11-08T13:04:31.530-05:00"Now, submit yourself to a pride-obliterating bitch-slap..." -the moononites
few things have recently reassured me more of my "competent adult" status than the treatment i received at the local chevy dealership today. i go in for a long-overdue recall (apparently the ignition-to-starter wiring on 99 Cavaliers has been starting on fire recently... enough of a scary trend for them to invest in a JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1099542270666928862004-11-03T23:14:00.000-05:002004-11-03T23:24:30.666-05:00"Wax on, wax off..." -Mr. Miyagi
too much to do these days. i keep coming back to this notion of how stress and deadlines motivate people. i get a rush from the urgency-type motivation, and... eh, i can't think.
today's focus: elections, photo development, busch beer, "heaven is a place on earth"
JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1099405960496330862004-11-02T09:24:00.000-05:002004-11-02T09:32:40.496-05:00"Election Day -- especially a presidential election -- is always a wild and terrifying time for politics junkies, and I am one of those, too. We look forward to major election days like sex addicts look forward to orgies. We are slaves to it." -Hunter S. Thompson
got up at 5 a.m. and found St. Vincent's on Madison Ave to throw those little switches and pull that red paint-chipped lever given toJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1099333080674480132004-11-01T13:03:00.000-05:002004-11-01T13:18:00.673-05:00"Join me in..." -him
due to this "no class until 2" thing on monday i've taken weekends off until now. well, i took this weekend off from work too, but i mean i'll change that for the next month of hell. getting here at 8 and working for 6 hours does wonders, so i might continue that... but there will be a load of work to be done between now and finals...
...which goes nicely with my resolve (JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1098974553923302042004-10-28T10:34:00.000-04:002004-10-28T10:42:33.923-04:00"He needs to sleep and she needs to wake up..." -three
for two years i have been a fan and believe of the Greater Sleep Pattern theory. most people with any biology coursework can recognize the concept of circadian rythmns, where your internal clock develops a comfort-level with "time patterns" of falling asleep and waking up (like the situation where you automatically wake up a few minutes JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1098798948599794162004-10-26T09:45:00.000-04:002004-10-26T09:55:48.600-04:00"Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now..." -Everclear
time for some bratty, immature, indulgent self-bashing. i'm having a 2 out of 10 morning and, as usual, will take it out emotionally on myself. reasons for having a sucky day:
my civpro practice exam: while thousands and thousands of students across the country can write perfect essays about subject matter jurisdiction and then JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1098716521155170252004-10-25T10:35:00.000-04:002004-10-25T11:02:01.156-04:00"I'm not going to sleep with you." -Mary
"I know." -Biff
"Then stop rubbing that on me." -Mary
"Sure." -Biff
i love pulling out old favorite books and losing it when i laugh at passages i remember back from the first three times reading them (the above is a fictional dialogue between Mary Magdalene and Biff, Jesus' supposed childhood best friend, from the fucking hilarious book Lamb, which JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1098654277921024512004-10-24T17:37:00.000-04:002004-10-24T17:44:37.923-04:00"No, YOU are at the pizza place, I'm across the street. You're freaking looking right at me!" -Justin, last night: 12:30 a.m.
what a satisfying weekend. visiting the farm and sharing time with my parents is the best way to refuel. got to: tear down an old chimmney, get out on the boat, carve some pumpkins, work on a jigsaw puzzle, terrorize their new kitten, sit in the hot tub, do (free) laundryJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1098395294058582732004-10-21T17:44:00.000-04:002004-10-21T17:48:14.060-04:00"but when you wake it's all been erased, and so it seems... only in dreams." -Weezer
back to being a reporter; i can't believe it's been 3 years since i've done this. some stem-cell research controversy debate thing? i dunno. gimme paper and a pen, i'll write about it.
Latin Night tonight... sangria, dos equis, wine... christ.
today's focus: wondering about McGann's reaction to the Sox, JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1098315994653504672004-10-20T19:41:00.000-04:002004-10-20T19:46:34.653-04:00"Rhythmn is a dancer..." -snap
i'm bootlegging internet access from the SUNY Albany campus, quite weird. getting a creepty deja-vu "State School" vibe all over the place tonight while wandering between buildings, waiting for the 8 p.m. concert i'm here for. is this what 18-22 year old american kids see all over the country when they go to a state university? i can SMELL the bureaucracy, but JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1098196992839086752004-10-19T10:37:00.000-04:002004-10-19T10:43:12.840-04:00"Jay, if a woman says "will you be honest when you answer this question?" the first thing you should realize is that you're gonna have to lie your ass off..." -Chaz
the weather today exacerbates my anxiety over a lost debit card. little did i realize how much i rely on that evil little thing until 1) i can't get cash anywhere, 2) i can't charge anything because the credit cards i do still have JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1098138411537622012004-10-18T18:16:00.000-04:002004-10-18T18:26:51.536-04:00"It's true I must be going, but I swear I won't be long... there isn't that much ocean between Boston and St. John's..." -Great Big Sea
interesting, to listen to song lyrics about not wanting to leave someone.
a lot of things to do tonight. my study group members will show up in about ten minutes, not sure if i'm the only one who NEEDED to change into some fucking pajama pants for our library JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1098031012109726522004-10-17T13:32:00.000-04:002004-10-17T12:36:52.110-04:00"Would it be my fault if i could turn you on?" -Merril Bainbridge
settling in for a long research-path review bout in the library with justin. sometime, very soon, i'll have finished this wicked task and put the requisite examination of my skills behind me. until then...
today's focus: taming my cat, bleach-stained flannel shirt, a girl who spent an hour on her hair (for me? what?), homemade JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1097979111148407142004-10-16T21:47:00.000-04:002004-10-16T22:11:51.146-04:00me: "I'm gonna go take one of those vicodin pills from cathy..."
Morgan: "No! Do I have to take those from you?"
me: "no."
Morgan: "Do you promise me you're not going to take any of those? Just take aspirin or something..."
me: "yes. aspirin's good."
me = drunk, morgan = sober, last night @ Lionheart Pub
right now, i'm in morgan's house visiting, discussing our JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1097847648666818862004-10-15T09:35:00.000-04:002004-10-15T09:40:48.666-04:00"Every king needs his fool..." -HST
three midterms next week: it's what I'm here for, eh?
tonight we (ALS Celtic Law Society) host the biggest TGIF party of the year... 6 kegs in the gym, baby. i bartend the first hour and well-deservedly destroy myself after that with friends. with the latin american society and the greek club joining us, it's going to be pretty sick. lookin' forward to an JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1097508444277713852004-10-11T11:22:00.000-04:002004-10-11T11:27:24.276-04:00"My empire of dirt..." -Nine Inch Nails
long weekend. what the fuck is up with John? no taping of the video. getting cat soon. nice coffee with colleen. practice exam on thursday. class at 2 tomorrow. hummus on english muffin for lunch. no more drinking. family reunion this weekend. time to check out Magamon? guy friends that rock. weird lonely feeling last night. killed a squirrel on saturday. JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1097088142299060642004-10-06T14:41:00.000-04:002004-10-06T14:42:22.300-04:00busy day.
today's focus: Celtic Law Society meeting, coffee @ BN, the gossip hounds, stop signs
JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1097034068068838502004-10-05T23:27:00.000-04:002004-10-05T23:41:08.066-04:00"I was on my way to Oakland, and I don't know what came over me: I just had to start pimpin'..." -Rosebud
people at law school usually have back-up plans. because none of us has done this before, and the amount we're supposed to learn and process is immense, it's a self-preservation mechanism to have one of those "well, if i drop out i'm gonna ___" scripts all ready to follow. part of this JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1097026987053987032004-10-05T21:32:00.000-04:002004-10-05T21:43:07.053-04:00"Baby, I'm ready to go..." -Republica
if things were perfect there wouldn't be a problem with bats in uptown Albany. but this situation exists. the powers that be, with their creative ability to "problem solve," fight off the proliferation of bats with huge speakers mounted on building rooftops that blast the sound of screeching birds every night. i'm serious: every night. if you walk toward myJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1096653302970148982004-10-01T13:52:00.000-04:002004-10-01T13:55:02.970-04:00"Either stay out of my life completely or call me back, this halfway bullshit pisses me off..." -thursday night
it's going to be a brutal competition... but my bets (personally) are on john's team for drunk dodgeball this afternoon. owen, you're making a good effort... but it have a feeling the other guys are gonna dominate.
off to my fourth library tour. hello New York Jurisprudence 2d...
JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1096557736432475162004-09-30T11:16:00.000-04:002004-09-30T11:22:16.433-04:00the weekend is almost here. miraculously, there hasn't been an exorbitant amount of reading the past 4 days. coinciding this depletion of homework with the two extra afternoons i now find myself with (no more rugby practice), i've been left with more free time than should be legal for a law student (get the joke?).
and life goes on...
off to crash in the Lawyering classroom to finish Contract JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1096423614778600872004-09-28T21:53:00.000-04:002004-09-28T22:06:54.776-04:00"...and what if I return half broken? would you still want me anyway?" -Great Big Sea
jason + first ALS rugby game of the season = three fractured ribs
the pain showed up right after the game, when i bent over to throw off my sweaty jersey: "ohhh... water... ouch!... ahh, okay... woah... FUCK! FUCK!" three of my left ribs, just underneath the skin of my nipple, were snapped. not out of line orJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1096295759085382662004-09-27T10:30:00.000-04:002004-09-27T10:35:59.086-04:00"Do you, Jason, take 'french girl' to be your lawfully wedded wife?" -my buddy Justin
forget the retail job. the last thing i need is an entire new group of drama-laden clothes junkies trying to "get to know me" and explain the intricasies of folding bikini bottoms and sweatshirts. i plain old skipped the sunday morning orientation, hopefully it didn't get that gay kid in trouble (the one who JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1095875786669228312004-09-22T13:49:00.000-04:002004-09-22T13:56:26.670-04:00"If it doesn't matter, why do you need to know?" -Sunshine
off for some free food in a minute, and to mingle with some pharmacy and medical school folks (technically we're all part of the ghost-school Union University, which is a hoax). pizza and ice cream aren't the staples of a healthy diet, but they don't cost any money, and it's calories. whatever.
anything unsolicited doesn't jive quite JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1095695939023974172004-09-20T11:56:00.000-04:002004-09-20T11:58:59.023-04:00"Life is not tried it is merely survived if you're standing outside the fire..." -Garth Brooks
5 hours in the library, followed by 3 hours of class, ending with an estimated 4 hours in the Barnes & Noble Cafe = my projected work schedule today. christ...
have to admit, the quality of life in my little universe has jumped after buying these tiny headphones and burning a few "intense" cds this JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1095618561346361192004-09-19T14:10:00.000-04:002004-09-19T14:29:21.346-04:00"Did you hear that? It was a tidal wave, Morgan!!" -me, on my cellphone, somewhere in Albany
IrishFest 2000 could've been called "The Mud & Guinness Party" just as accurately, because we were all rolling in both by the end of the night. i made my draft-pouring debut at Beer Tent #2 and had perfect black/tans going in a few hours. my estimate is that for every 20 cups i poured, i drank one JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1095171563716466012004-09-14T10:10:00.000-04:002004-09-14T10:19:23.716-04:00i've decided to just ignore what other people do here with their study habits. as one of my 2L buddies said "whatever you're doing is right... if it's what you choose as your approach, fuck what other people are up to." and he's correct. here (law school) you spend your entire day surrounded by people who study, discuss, stress over, and compare law. you spend maybe 5% of the time talking about JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1095089044943554702004-09-13T11:04:00.000-04:002004-09-13T11:24:04.943-04:00the woman who thought about other things for a living parked her buick next to the brick curb. it would be a long day, she thought with a smile. a long day, indeed...
the idea for revenge came the way impulses usually did for her: during a wood-chopping session behind her brownstone. at first, neighbors raised amused eyebrows at the young professional woman having a shed built behind her JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1094418308659443822004-09-05T16:56:00.000-04:002004-09-05T17:05:08.660-04:00"just a quick seminar on the elimination of desire..." -dex
law school = a wee bit of work, at times.
today's focus: getting to a good balance, amazing fresh corn (cooked by me), two days until Gabriella gets fixed, the opportunity to SIAWMWL
JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1094318540301842212004-09-04T13:16:00.000-04:002004-09-04T13:22:20.300-04:00"What I've learned... is that if I can bliss out here, I can bliss out anywhere..." -Andrew Tilison
love the weekend. it's a time to get things done at your own pace, in the order you want, without schedule-restricting appointments and the like. it's also a time to, oh, i don't know, maybe PAY A LOT OF MONEY TO HAVE SOMEONE FIX YOUR CAR...
i broke my own stupid car. stupid lug stud snapped JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1094230158759358172004-09-03T13:44:00.000-04:002004-09-03T12:49:18.760-04:00i make it a point to never say "i'm tired" to anyone. it just genuinely pisses me off when people complain about that. but, to buck this trend:
i am fall-down exhausted.
i admit it. i'm tired as fuck. i could sleep for two days right now. when i'm walking down the hallways today, all i process is how good it would feel to collapse, press my cheek against the cold marble floor, and pass the hellJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1093971799666938642004-08-31T13:00:00.000-04:002004-08-31T13:03:19.666-04:00"it's my accent, i know..." -girl from Contracts Law class
today is about a 3 out of 10.
today's focus: rugby practice, not eating since 5 yesterday, grammatical eavesdropping, my bike is fixed!
JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1093877606334289512004-08-30T10:45:00.000-04:002004-08-30T10:53:26.336-04:00"who... told... you... you could do it like... who told you you could do it like this?" -Roni Size
second week of law school. no paranoia. no "fear and loathing." just doing it.
celtic mythology and history, as far as i've read, include many ties between man, magic, and nature. pagan folklore and misty-dark-woods awareness are what draw me to the subject. an essay i read recently (which i'll JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1093822322365178912004-08-29T19:23:00.000-04:002004-08-29T19:32:02.366-04:00"...we're halfway there..." -Bon Jovi
as far as horoscopes go, the obscure stuff sometimes applies to your real life (given the appropriate does of "interpretive power"), but rarely has a specific prophecy come true. today was one of those obscure/unpredictable occasions. my horoscope in The Times Union specifically mentioned an "unexpected and unfortunate financial incident". I thought "yeah, JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1093533252360750092004-08-26T11:01:00.000-04:002004-08-26T11:14:12.366-04:00"What, do you know, like, VOODOO or something?!" -me, to Scott, during an epiphany
the word "season" has failed me in my attempts to adequately describe this little phenomenon of climate we get in late August. a true autumnal ambience, with the green glow of summer lingering, maybe drying a little, but still there. not as rich and wet as June, and without the definite crisp of October, it JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1093459834665671592004-08-25T14:44:00.000-04:002004-08-25T14:50:34.666-04:00"We usually sabotage ourselves..." -David D., talking about how guys approach dating
there is a guy on my street who walks two dogs every morning: a big old friendly bloodhound, and a fat one-eyed beagle. the guy always has horn-rimmed glasses and one of those travel coffee mugs, two leashes, sneakers of some kind, and the look where you say "yeah, that guy looks friendly, he obviously JUST JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1093356070941062002004-08-24T09:50:00.000-04:002004-08-24T10:01:10.940-04:00"It's different, isn't it?" -Ragnarok
second day of real law school. two more classes to go. i think i'm going to head over to the business office to pick up my loan check, walk to the bank, reward myself with a bottled frappuccino (soooo prepared for civ.pro. this morning, pshaw). might have to return those public library books too (dammit).
later today there's going to be some house-cleaningJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1093282983785154262004-08-23T13:33:00.000-04:002004-08-23T13:43:03.786-04:00"the dirt beneath your feet is all i need to be completely mad..." -Jann Arden
make no mistake about it, some people think their law professors are Gods. it's cute. i don't take this view. my perspective is that i'm sinking into depressing states of debt just to show up to these classes and have them teach me... these guys literally work for Jason. they're not Gods, they're dispensers of JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1093207947359433192004-08-22T16:47:00.000-04:002004-08-22T16:52:27.360-04:00"embrace me, surround me, as the rush comes..." -Motorcycle
classes begin tomorrow.
today's focus: massive determination, dell's version of the ipod, successfully replanting the plant, wishing i could MTTMAS
JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1093008418730691942004-08-20T09:23:00.000-04:002004-08-20T09:26:58.730-04:00"Oh man, if that happens just dump my body in the lake and get rid of me. Don't get yourself in trouble..." -me, to Matt, partying on his roof
Kicking aside any apprehension I blasted this pathetic Legal Methods quiz-of-a-final and will proceed straight to Bachelor-Party-Level festivities tonight... joined the rugby team, one weekend left before classes, loads of new comrades.
today's focus: JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1092700282830961762004-08-16T19:40:00.000-04:002004-08-16T19:51:22.830-04:00"Like a game of pick-up sticks, played by fucking lunatics..." -T.A.T.U.
normally i wouldn't quote a pair of young Russian pseudo-lesbians, but that line, with the Eastern European accent, just rocks.
law school started today. and a grueling little bastard of a day it was. in GOOD ways, of course. let's see, today i:
spent $487 on books... that i'll only use for a semester
stared in disbeliefJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1091811857957379942004-08-06T12:54:00.000-04:002004-08-06T13:04:17.956-04:00"There's room to believe, out of sight, out of mind, out of reach..." -Get-Up Kids
there are hard days and days you don't think of it at all. some places are completely new, others remind you of the most random things. one hour you might be picking up and putting down your phone 20 times, the next you've forgotten entirely. wondering about how you fit into their thoughts right now is torture. JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1091130796030738882004-07-29T15:13:00.003-04:002004-07-29T15:53:16.030-04:00"Ummm, we gotta go protect Laurie..." -me, to Matt, this morning
there's something amiss when a man in shabby clothes muttering to himself wanders through the doors of a law school in mid-morning, looking up and down hallways, arbitrarily choosing where to explore. such was the case today when matt and i decided to counter-explore... leading the random fucker in circles until he fled, probably JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1091130773880508272004-07-29T15:13:00.002-04:002004-07-29T15:52:53.880-04:00"Ummm, we gotta go protect Laurie..." -me, to Matt, this morning
there's something amiss when a man in shabby clothes muttering to himself wanders through the doors of a law school in mid-morning, looking up and down hallways, arbitrarily choosing where to explore. such was the case today when matt and i decided to counter-explore... leading the random fucker in circles until he fled, probably JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1091129703785568102004-07-29T15:13:00.001-04:002004-07-29T15:35:03.786-04:00"Ummm, we gotta go protect Laurie..." -me, to Matt, this morning
there's something amiss when a man in shabby clothes muttering to himself wanders through the doors of a law school in mid-morning, looking up and down hallways, arbitrarily choosing where to explore. such was the case today when matt and i decided to counter-explore... leading the random fucker in circles until he fled, probably JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1091129618198874232004-07-29T15:13:00.000-04:002004-07-29T15:33:38.196-04:00"Ummm, we gotta go protect Laurie..." -me, to Matt, this morning
there's something amiss when a man in shabby clothes muttering to himself wanders through the doors of a law school in mid-morning, looking up and down hallways, arbitrarily choosing where to explore. such was the case today when matt and i decided to counter-explore... leading the random fucker in circles until he fled, probably JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1090790021357827292004-07-25T16:55:00.000-04:002004-07-25T17:15:17.190-04:00"Long term is the wrong term..." - my buddies Glen & Glen
i've been away and busy... nothing written here, scads of ideas for "blog material," and no chance to faithfully scribe those thoughts for my faithful readers (whoever the fuck you are... no really, who are you?)
listening to the lyrics of Metallica's Turn the Page, and one line caught me: "...you smoke the day's last cigarette, JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1090246239074132372004-07-19T10:08:00.000-04:002004-07-19T10:10:39.073-04:00incredibly improved skills at water-skiing, and no diggers this time (last time bruised my damn face after dropping a ski... no slalom yet)
decent weekend. about a 7 out of 10. less than a month until fucking classes start.
today's focus: silence, $2.30 of gasoline, quarter sticks of dynamite, party in RI on friday!!!
JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1089986533402709392004-07-16T09:56:00.000-04:002004-07-16T10:03:25.963-04:00the number 1 ranked student in the law class one year ahead of me just got accepted to transfer to Harvard Law. how sick is that? this guy spent a year here, after choosing this school, got to the top of his class, and was accepted to transfer. hmmm...
aside from a few bills, this paycheck landed me a softer spot. still rocking the cheap spaghetti and canned-soup dinners, but less JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1089835810939546632004-07-14T15:55:00.000-04:002004-07-14T16:10:10.940-04:00in London they let you drink in the subways. and beers come in those tall 22 oz. cans only (you get back to the States and think "geez, our six-packs are pathetic"). on a business trip two years ago i recall venturing out for a late-night peek at Big Ben with the two gay guys i was traveling with. on the way back we stopped in a random convenience store for "Cullinger's" beers to drink on the "JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1089748994246035672004-07-13T15:47:00.000-04:002004-07-13T16:03:14.246-04:00i doubt it could get more overcast than it is today. dark gray, almost-white, even reddish-brown streaks in the clouds. i walked through that fine mist that doesn't fall but just hangs... and the grass was still dry. it's like living in a cotton ball on a shady front porch. i dig this meteorology.
in four and a half weeks classes start. in two days i get paid for this job. in about a month i'll JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1089219681777465512004-07-07T12:55:00.000-04:002004-07-07T13:01:21.776-04:00ignore yesterday's disjointed installment. rather than get some fresh air, i'd shut myself away in a corner with my thoughts right after work and thus created a disenchanted record of the moment...
...interval sprints around Wahington Park (and a subsequent lukewarm shower) improved my mood. this new book of mine, Fluke, by Christopher Moore, is stupendous (and I use that word for a very fuckingJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1089147300195963722004-07-06T16:40:00.000-04:002004-07-06T16:55:00.196-04:00"ohh... the aching..." -des'ree
change is such an ambiguously defined thing: instant or gradual, anticipated or dreaded, selected or forced to accept. the big part about Change on the life-cosmic level is that it usually gets you to to think. and the re-evaluating-your-life thing is something we fail to do enough anyway. even totaling your car can be seen as positive (as long as your body JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1088547809951615532004-06-29T18:01:00.000-04:002004-06-29T18:23:29.953-04:00an open dialogue (one-sided, how ironic) on the self-absorption-induced listening skills of my peers: the following is a mixed internal/interpersonal dialogue with just my words alone, relating a hypothetical (i swear!) conversation with someone my age, at times:
"Hey, what's up, tell me your problems. Uh huh. Wow. No shit. No really, keep going, I'm listening. Hmmm, you really are still JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1088441523478534972004-06-28T12:45:00.000-04:002004-06-28T12:52:03.476-04:00interesting to be known as "the painter guy," and yes, that is sarcasm. walked to the Lionheart Pub the other day with my buddy Scott, and we're sitting drinking. a girl i swear i've never seen before walks past, stops, waves, and takes a few steps toward me (at my stool):
"Albany Law, right?"
"Yeah (laughing) how'd you know?"
"I used to watch you paint in the library a few weeks ago. You're theJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1088265501823843602004-06-26T11:54:00.000-04:002004-06-26T11:58:21.823-04:00quite rainy and chilly here today, not much for an "exploring" Saturday you'd think, but actually making a good time out of the dreariness. tried to set up a library account (the place was fucking closed), and will no doubt find something cheap to do for lunch... what with my $105 left until Wednesday.
will be writing more soon, with evenings this coming week free (and the blessing of free JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1087933505332135842004-06-22T15:31:00.000-04:002004-06-22T15:45:05.333-04:00my cherished benefactor of Internet time tonight is the law school. i've discovered their free ethernet connections in the library (open until midnight, good lord!) no more four bucks an hour, surrounded by society's logged-on rejects toting digital plasma rifles... i'll now surround myself with the pictureless tomes of my destiny (this afternoon's featured row of stacks include the Connecticut JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1087430686333825652004-06-16T19:58:00.000-04:002004-06-16T20:04:46.333-04:00i've been sleeping way too much recently. this 7 a.m. to 3 p.m. job, painting columns in hot library bookshelf stacks, wipes me out. it's a little too relaxed, i think. no uniform, no stress of a mortgage. i'm just a work-study maintenance guy getting his paycheck footed by the government because he's ambitious enough to get into grad school and do the legwork to be sponsored like this. i thoughtJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1087056343626950872004-06-12T11:53:00.001-04:002004-06-12T12:05:43.626-04:00people have started digging their own swimming pools recently. or, at least, beginning the projects that way. the jurisdiction over land-use and "subterranean development" was never clear enough to prevent a movement like this, but theoretically if your mortgage is payed off you own a slowly thinning pillar of earth that descends to the core of our globe. lotta caves down there...
it was either JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1087056327335261392004-06-12T11:53:00.000-04:002004-06-12T12:05:27.336-04:00people have started digging their own swimming pools recently. or, at least, beginning the projects that way. the jurisdiction over land-use and "subterranean development" was never clear enough to prevent a movement like this, but theoretically if your mortgage is payed off you own a slowly thinning pillar of earth that descends to the core of our globe. lotta caves down there...
it was either JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1086747883961611412004-06-08T22:11:00.000-04:002004-06-08T22:24:43.960-04:00in the middle of the second week in this quasi-up-and-coming city of Albany. most of the daily rituals of living someplace are established already: i can find the handle of my fridge in the dark, know where to step over boxes on my way to the bathroom, and already feel which key opens the front door and apartment door in the pocket of my jeans. it's a simple life so far, but getting to a point JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1086053537234504492004-05-31T21:26:00.000-04:002004-05-31T21:32:17.233-04:00few will get this without the link from my IM profile, but for anyone checking this who knows me (yeah that means you Umberto, go away) i've moved to Albany. no cable internet yet, but working on that situation. resulted to a creepy Cybercafe where all the guys are logged into some tournament death game... i'm surrounded by machine-gun clatter, intense-looking white guys with joysticks, and the JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1085512577897638122004-05-25T14:48:00.000-04:002004-05-25T15:17:49.326-04:00my bad-dream-fears about Southern Hospitality: i get creeped-out shivers across my shoulders when i hear the song Sweet Southern Comfort by buddy jewell, and it probably has to do with my fear and distrust of the Southland.
last summer i drove down through Virginia (not even Deep South) to pick up my friend Jeni for a weekend in Baltimore. racing by tobacco fields and purplish hills of magnoliaJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1085430253797065512004-05-24T16:11:00.000-04:002004-05-24T16:24:13.796-04:00excerpted from a less-than-year-old journal of mine from somewhere: "...and there's a huge difference there; you can't control what other people are going to do without bordering on abuse and manipulation. and that crafty-insecure shit doesn't fly with me. if you're actually going to mess with someone it has to be a blatant show of power. so obvious they don't realize it. so un-feigned that JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1085368897454302492004-05-23T23:15:00.000-04:002004-05-23T23:21:37.453-04:00some days it would be nice to take back a year of your life. those are the days where you'd either be curious about different directions you could've taken, or planning on approaching the same destiny from another angle. imagining ways to improve (or totally change) where you already are right now is often a waste of time. it makes more sense to...
what the fuck am i talking about? *laughing*
JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1084674683861998702004-05-15T22:23:00.000-04:002004-05-15T22:31:23.860-04:00"i'm going fast as i can, please don't make me rush..." -alan doyle
what is it that makes us think too much sometimes? does it make sense to spend your entire adult life attached to money? how do we decide what is worth worrying about and not? is there a logic to love? what dictates our intrinsic thresholds on stress, laughter, rage, and breakdown?
how deep is it before roots don't have bark JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1084301021150527252004-05-11T14:36:00.000-04:002004-05-11T14:43:41.150-04:00two weeks ago i went to a social dinner event for Albany alumni and incoming students. my favorite part of the evening was meeting one of the Associate Deans, a woman named Holly, who had "Residence Life" experience like me. when Holly found out i was an RD she said "you know... after listening to residents bitch about their roommates for a few years, after making 4 a.m. trips to the hospital forJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1084218114789136362004-05-10T15:29:00.000-04:002004-05-10T15:41:54.790-04:00IN A YEAR in a year i'll be finishing my exams for my first year of law school. in a year i'll be 25. in a year i'll have owned a car, test-driven a harley, and commandeered a boat. in a year my hair will be long again. in a year 451 Myrtle Ave. will look more like my home. in a year i'll have strong opinions about where in Albany you can find the most well-poured Guinness. in a year i'll have JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1084154652102359982004-05-09T22:02:00.000-04:002004-05-09T22:04:12.103-04:00the weekend was great. can't believe i'm falling asleep again now, but it's a must. will write more tomorrow.
tonight's focus: coffee, picking out flowers together, dusty boots, pink suede shoesJLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1083784734719567432004-05-05T15:18:00.000-04:002004-05-05T15:22:07.250-04:00"...needed, however, is a fundamental change in attitude by many of the home owners and property manager types. Many who have lived in these towns for 20 years seem to have forgotten what it is like to be young and poor."
Tom Bie... Winter 1994... on the plight of ski bums
JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1083679593389592862004-05-04T10:06:00.000-04:002004-05-04T10:11:07.810-04:00how i lost all respect for Brad Pitt: after he turned 40, was married, began some architectural endeavors and relaxed about paparrazi, i'd rolled into the assumption that he was generally a "good guy," not to mention a damn cool person to watch on screen. but all those positive attributes were crap when yesterday, on Oprah, where he talked about his views toward the concept of marriage. yes, JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1083276204561984392004-04-29T18:03:00.000-04:002004-04-29T18:06:31.140-04:00how Tim Ryan tried to brainwash me (i think) about Charles Mingus: i don't consider it a weakness to subtly adopt mentors when you try something new. and the second semester of my freshman year i had just joined the staff of URI's Good Five Cent Cigar (our campus paper), when then-editor-in-chief Tim Ryan took me under his wing. Ryan, a senior, was a lanky, chain-smoking redhead with a tendency JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083494.post-1083175001980575712004-04-28T13:56:00.000-04:002004-04-28T14:00:19.796-04:00the dishwasher from heaven: never thought i'd grow to have a "favorite appliance of my lifetime," but, when you think about it, a lot of things you don't expect happen as you grow older. anyway, i developed an instant karma-attraction to the old dishwasher in our kitchen when we moved to the farm. it had to be from the 70's, when the house was first built. faded aqua dish racks inside, slightly JLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438723623241133796noreply@blogger.com0