The Bus
I walked the two miles to Trader Joe's today and then decided to take the bus back since I had heavy packages. After waiting at the stop for a good ten minutes I was about to throw in the towel when the Addison bus came crawling up. I made my way back through the condensed front to an empty three seat by the back door. And then the odor hit me. Distinct and acidic. I did a quicktake and saw the few people sitting in the back holding their shirts over their general nose areas. And then I looked down at the floor to see a puddle of fresh vomit slowly oozing its way up front.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Daily Quandary
So I called to make an appointment with my favorite hair dude, Eli, today and found out that he's on vacation till the end of the month. Gah! As usual, I wait to call until the situation is nearing dire circumstances (overgrown and sad) and two weeks is a tall order. The question is, should I wait till Eli comes back or should I go to someone else in the meantime? I'm all gunshy now since I got the Worst Haircut in the History of Time when I (foolishly) decided to walk into a Hair Cuttery in my neighborhood. I'm guessing that I'm going to wait because I'm lazy. I may cave though.
So I called to make an appointment with my favorite hair dude, Eli, today and found out that he's on vacation till the end of the month. Gah! As usual, I wait to call until the situation is nearing dire circumstances (overgrown and sad) and two weeks is a tall order. The question is, should I wait till Eli comes back or should I go to someone else in the meantime? I'm all gunshy now since I got the Worst Haircut in the History of Time when I (foolishly) decided to walk into a Hair Cuttery in my neighborhood. I'm guessing that I'm going to wait because I'm lazy. I may cave though.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
What I want for Christmas
They're selling "The Complete New Yorker": 8 DVDs. 4,109 issues. $100.
Dizzamn!
They're selling "The Complete New Yorker": 8 DVDs. 4,109 issues. $100.
Dizzamn!
Grizzly/Grisly
I went and caught "Grizzly Man" tonight. It was a pretty powerful film and very haunting and well done. I didn't know anything about Timothy Treadwell before this, and after watching the movie (shots of him on all of his own footage) you can't come away without thinking that this was one deeply messed up man. Insane. He caught gorgeous scenes and his commitment to the grizzlies was admirable, but there's also plenty of footage of him allowing the bears to approach him and he would teasingly tap them on the snout, while cooing about how much he loves them and thanks them for being his friends. These are enormous, enormous grizzlies. Treadwell had some sort of savior complex, calling himself the "kind warrior" for the bears in front of his cameras. He seemed to have good intentions, but then you would also have footage of him losing his shit while he was railing against the national park officials on camera, naming names (which the movie blocked out) and telling them to fuck themselves somewhere in the area of 1,079 times. Again, insane. Good movie, though: definitely worth Netflixing.
I went and caught "Grizzly Man" tonight. It was a pretty powerful film and very haunting and well done. I didn't know anything about Timothy Treadwell before this, and after watching the movie (shots of him on all of his own footage) you can't come away without thinking that this was one deeply messed up man. Insane. He caught gorgeous scenes and his commitment to the grizzlies was admirable, but there's also plenty of footage of him allowing the bears to approach him and he would teasingly tap them on the snout, while cooing about how much he loves them and thanks them for being his friends. These are enormous, enormous grizzlies. Treadwell had some sort of savior complex, calling himself the "kind warrior" for the bears in front of his cameras. He seemed to have good intentions, but then you would also have footage of him losing his shit while he was railing against the national park officials on camera, naming names (which the movie blocked out) and telling them to fuck themselves somewhere in the area of 1,079 times. Again, insane. Good movie, though: definitely worth Netflixing.
Baaack
It's been good and relaxing to be back in town. It's even better today because the weather has officially turned from hot and humid to cool (mid-90s to 70s). My apartment is approximately 213 times more pleasant because of this. Thank God.
Classes start next week, and I've been occupying myself with trying to get stuff that needs to get done accomplished and also relaxing like a mofo. This means lots of daytime tv and long lazy jogs by the lake. I've also managed to catch up with some of my school compatriots and Pam so I haven't completely hermetically sealed myself off.
Two things:
1. I have grandiose plans about what a good student I am going to be this coming quarter. I'm going to have rock star study habits, kids. This means going over my notes every night and staying on top of everything. You know it.
2. I've been watching Season 3 of "Oz" on dvd. I watch this show since I support it because it comes from the creators of "Homicide," despite the fact that it scares the living jeebus out of me. Objectively, I'm continually shocked by the fact that it aired for five or six seasons when its levels of violence are mindblowing. For instance, the credits end with someone being electrocuted. But, I still like the show even if it's uncomfortable to watch, and I appreciate the characters and admire the acting. And I love BD Wong and think he makes the most adorable Catholic priest ever.
Anyway, many of the characters are scary as hell, but the hands down most frightening is the role of Adebisi with his tiny hat and his striped stockings and his clazy eyes. I remember reading once an article about the guy who played Jame Gumb in "Silence of the Lambs" and how it was almost a curse because everyone associated him with that role. I fear that the same thing will happen to the dude who plays Adebisi. He's awesome, but he'll always be associated with clazy malevolence.
It's been good and relaxing to be back in town. It's even better today because the weather has officially turned from hot and humid to cool (mid-90s to 70s). My apartment is approximately 213 times more pleasant because of this. Thank God.
Classes start next week, and I've been occupying myself with trying to get stuff that needs to get done accomplished and also relaxing like a mofo. This means lots of daytime tv and long lazy jogs by the lake. I've also managed to catch up with some of my school compatriots and Pam so I haven't completely hermetically sealed myself off.
Two things:
1. I have grandiose plans about what a good student I am going to be this coming quarter. I'm going to have rock star study habits, kids. This means going over my notes every night and staying on top of everything. You know it.
2. I've been watching Season 3 of "Oz" on dvd. I watch this show since I support it because it comes from the creators of "Homicide," despite the fact that it scares the living jeebus out of me. Objectively, I'm continually shocked by the fact that it aired for five or six seasons when its levels of violence are mindblowing. For instance, the credits end with someone being electrocuted. But, I still like the show even if it's uncomfortable to watch, and I appreciate the characters and admire the acting. And I love BD Wong and think he makes the most adorable Catholic priest ever.
Anyway, many of the characters are scary as hell, but the hands down most frightening is the role of Adebisi with his tiny hat and his striped stockings and his clazy eyes. I remember reading once an article about the guy who played Jame Gumb in "Silence of the Lambs" and how it was almost a curse because everyone associated him with that role. I fear that the same thing will happen to the dude who plays Adebisi. He's awesome, but he'll always be associated with clazy malevolence.
Monday, September 12, 2005
DC Extravaganza
I'm back in Chicago now, got back yesterday afternoon. But, my last days in DC were spent happily and busily.
On Thursday night, Annie scored us free tickets to the Nationals vs. Marlins game at RFK. Sweeeet deal. It was my first Nationals game, and it was a perfect night for it (cool, breezy, clear). Thanks again to Annie, and may I just say that holding a cold beer at a night baseball game with good friends is the definition of perfection. Instead of parking at RFK's stadium, we parked at a nearby Catholic church which accepted whatever you wanted to donate, which is a pretty awesome idea on the part of the church's. I have to say that I couldn't help but crack up at the sight of Screech, the Nationals' mascot. He's this giant round bald eagle with an ass that shakes like a bowl of jelly. He exudes sass just by waddling along. Anne noticed that he would nudge his stomach in to make his ass pop out, which is plain awesome.
Friday night, The Todd arrived for his first weekend in DC. After dining on some superb homemade chili that my dad made that day (sweetened with mango!), we headed into the city to meet up with Gracie for a night out. Kudos to Grace for coming out with us because at that point it was like 11pm, which in my normal world is turning-into-pumpkin time. I felt like a good weekend in DC would need to represent at least a night out in the city. We had a very laid back evening, having a drink each at Saint Ex and at Utopia. Best thing of the night was the chalkboard outside of Saint Ex that read: Please turn down collar before entering.
On Saturday Todd and I took off from Grace's sweeeet pad to go check out the sights. We did a walk through of the Mall and several of the Monuments. We also passed through the Black Family Reunion 2005 which was set up on the Mall and also the set up for the America Supports Freedom Walk (or whatever it was called). We got back to Great Falls in time to help my mom roll some Vietnamese spring rolls, drink a beer, and then have an awesome Vietnamese feast. Mmmmmm.
Saturday night we went bowling at Ft Myer with Anne and Annie. People, this was the best deal in town, I had no idea. The glow bowling was still going on, games are $3 each, and the drinks are cheap. It was totally not crowded as well. Talk about a well-kept secret. I mean, you do have to get your car searched before you enter and all, but it's damn worth it. Afterward we met up with Des, Bry, Dave and Dee at this new place on Wilson called Kitty O'Shea's and closed the place out. A full Saturday indeed.
Sunday before taking off back to Chicago, we met up with Anne, Annie, Des, Bryan, Suzi, Tom, Chang, Clarence, and Jonathan for a huge Afghan meal. I heart Afghan. Oh my god. If I could bring one restaurant from the DC area with me to Chicago, it would be that one. It was a perfect send off from DC. Food coma inducing, maybe, but totally perfect still. We had an uneventful flight back to Chicago, got back around 6pm (I love gaining an hour). Also, grilled hot dogs and beans for dinner, courtesy of The Todd.
It's good to be back. Chicago is still warm, but at least it's not in the 90s and my apartment is not sweltering as it was this past summer.
I'm back in Chicago now, got back yesterday afternoon. But, my last days in DC were spent happily and busily.
On Thursday night, Annie scored us free tickets to the Nationals vs. Marlins game at RFK. Sweeeet deal. It was my first Nationals game, and it was a perfect night for it (cool, breezy, clear). Thanks again to Annie, and may I just say that holding a cold beer at a night baseball game with good friends is the definition of perfection. Instead of parking at RFK's stadium, we parked at a nearby Catholic church which accepted whatever you wanted to donate, which is a pretty awesome idea on the part of the church's. I have to say that I couldn't help but crack up at the sight of Screech, the Nationals' mascot. He's this giant round bald eagle with an ass that shakes like a bowl of jelly. He exudes sass just by waddling along. Anne noticed that he would nudge his stomach in to make his ass pop out, which is plain awesome.
Friday night, The Todd arrived for his first weekend in DC. After dining on some superb homemade chili that my dad made that day (sweetened with mango!), we headed into the city to meet up with Gracie for a night out. Kudos to Grace for coming out with us because at that point it was like 11pm, which in my normal world is turning-into-pumpkin time. I felt like a good weekend in DC would need to represent at least a night out in the city. We had a very laid back evening, having a drink each at Saint Ex and at Utopia. Best thing of the night was the chalkboard outside of Saint Ex that read: Please turn down collar before entering.
On Saturday Todd and I took off from Grace's sweeeet pad to go check out the sights. We did a walk through of the Mall and several of the Monuments. We also passed through the Black Family Reunion 2005 which was set up on the Mall and also the set up for the America Supports Freedom Walk (or whatever it was called). We got back to Great Falls in time to help my mom roll some Vietnamese spring rolls, drink a beer, and then have an awesome Vietnamese feast. Mmmmmm.
Saturday night we went bowling at Ft Myer with Anne and Annie. People, this was the best deal in town, I had no idea. The glow bowling was still going on, games are $3 each, and the drinks are cheap. It was totally not crowded as well. Talk about a well-kept secret. I mean, you do have to get your car searched before you enter and all, but it's damn worth it. Afterward we met up with Des, Bry, Dave and Dee at this new place on Wilson called Kitty O'Shea's and closed the place out. A full Saturday indeed.
Sunday before taking off back to Chicago, we met up with Anne, Annie, Des, Bryan, Suzi, Tom, Chang, Clarence, and Jonathan for a huge Afghan meal. I heart Afghan. Oh my god. If I could bring one restaurant from the DC area with me to Chicago, it would be that one. It was a perfect send off from DC. Food coma inducing, maybe, but totally perfect still. We had an uneventful flight back to Chicago, got back around 6pm (I love gaining an hour). Also, grilled hot dogs and beans for dinner, courtesy of The Todd.
It's good to be back. Chicago is still warm, but at least it's not in the 90s and my apartment is not sweltering as it was this past summer.
Friday, September 09, 2005
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