i have to find the time

several amazzing little anec dote tid bits from my weekend should really be blogged, but i have to find the time...

like this guy at breakfast at the B&B in new hope who gave us his mini life-story about how he was recently in a motorcycle accident that crushed his foot and he hasn't been able to go to work at his job as a mechanic...

or my dream last night that my father and i were smashing the tooth-pick homes of a colony of very tiny people who were infesting the shallow-water areas of estling lake.

Terminal

I want to have an electronic project called Terminal.

These song titles would be songs.

I'd create the songs on pro tools. I'd take, like, a guitar note, and pour the effects on, loop it, invert it, twist it, add shit, then pile it on.

So it'd be real machine-like drones for 45 minutes, no singing.

- by the IOD

we have no chemistry

over an expensive dinner and fine alkaline wine,
my longing ions reach out for your hands across
this white-linen periodic table of elements;
but all you have to offer are some noble gasses

a little justice in a baseball park

the last baseball game i went to was a yankees game - i caught a ball, a line drive into the seats that bounced around a bit first and came to me across a few empty seats nearby. some dude behind tried to grab it from me, but i hunched over and covered it up... i stood up and held it up, and showed it to my brother in law, etc., celebrating and feeling pretty cool.

and just then i saw some dude being lead away by park staff and friends, he was bleeding from his lip... the ball had hit him in the face before it came to me... i chased the guy down in the hall and gave him the ball. he seemed generally appreciative, but was primarily concerned with, you know, the bleeding. when i came out of the hall and back to my seat, empty-handed, the crowd in the area broke into applause... and that felt better then catching the ball!

that thing you do

i am picturing you doing that thing where you pretend to shoot yourself in the head with a gun in each hand, one pointed at each temple, and you pretend that the bullets collide inside as you make the noise of your head exploding like a juicy watermelon.

scent of a woman

i just called this doctor's office in upstate NY, and when the lady answered, i could smell her perfume. seriously! it was wierd.

what i ate today

'i ate a live, skwawking, flapping, wild turkey, who bled all over my desk, crapped on my mousepad, and pecked me a few times in the face.'

the problem is the morning after

friday night i took E to the playground and then stayed home and studied neuroscience while my wife went out to dinner with her friend camel for her birthday. satuday we went to the lake with E, and took him to the beach to meet brett and mike b., where we played in the sand, on the swings, and put E's feet in the water. then we, mike, brett, etc. went to stewarts in denville for ice cream floats and dinner for E. i had a cheese steak, even though my cholesterol is like, 500. later on, my wife stayed home while E slept, and i went to the lake for an evening of estling lake decacdence at allison's house. i drank many beers, played a$$hole and flip-cup, etc. etc. there's like a while new crowd of younger kids who maintained a healthy huddle in one area, and the old-school crew of allison-robin-bryan-brian-erin-catherine, but also a few really younger (frosh in college) kids who i didn't even recognize- they all looked like they were in grade schoool to me(!).... i had a red bull and cut and run at midnight. who knows after that... sunday we took it easy and hung out with my wife's parents, but i went home in the afternoon to mow the lawn and stuff, while my wife took E to the zoo. i wish i could have gone, but the lawn won't mow itself! we went out to dinner at a chinese resturant, and i asked for my meal spicy, saying: "i don't want to go to the hospital, but you know, in that ballpark". it was barely, barely, mildly hot. it's like you have to grab the person and shake them and scream, "i'm not kidding god dammit, make it spicy!" what are they afraid of? if it was up to me, i would have just gone to a thai place, you never have that problem there! the only problem is the morning after... it's like if you're the non-asian guy in a chinese resturant and you say "please make it spicy, i'm not kidding", they are trained to tell the cook "there's a white guy out there who thinks he knows what spicy is, but obviously he's delusionsal. please add a few dozen molecules of hot sauce and i think that'll be enough". asking for spices on the side is an alternative, but it's not only demoralizing, but it's never as good as when it's cooked in... that's why thai food rocks. even the ice water is hot.

cat names

yesterday at lunch we discussed the merits of naming your cat or dog after your favorite alcohol. i have a cat, so i thought of it mainly in that context. if i was getting a new cat- what drink would i name it after?

10. 'Michelob'
9. 'triplesec'
8. 'grappa'
7. 'Bud'
6. 'moonshine'
5. 'merlot'
4. 'Schnapps'
3. 'Jonny Walker'
2. 'chianti'
1. 'Captain Morgan'