I just finished listening to Mozart's Requiem. It's one of my favorite works, partially due to fornd memories of singing it in high school. Those of you who have heard me sing along to my favorite tunes must be saying to yourselves, "self, that boy can't sing worth a damn!" I used to. It seeems that years of cigarettes and booze have had a lasting effect on my tonalaty. In a few more years I hope to be able to emulate Tom Waits.
At any rate- I heard part of the Requiem on NPR today and found it somewhat fitting as god died today and whatnot. I also find the story fascinating, how Mozart was sick while writing it and convinced himself that he was writing his own funeral mass. How he convinced himself that the "grey messenger" who commisioned the piece was an emmisary of Death. How he died just shy of his 36th birthday before finishing it and his wife's third choice ended up composing the latter half of the work.
Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictis.
Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis,
Gere curam mei finis.
When the damned are confounded
and condemned to sharp flames,
call me with the blessed.
I pray, kneeling in supplication,
my heart contrite as ashes,
take thou mine end into thy care.
Yes- I'm a recovering catholic. I am, however, looking forward to a good excuse to see a bunch of family this weekend.
At any rate- I heard part of the Requiem on NPR today and found it somewhat fitting as god died today and whatnot. I also find the story fascinating, how Mozart was sick while writing it and convinced himself that he was writing his own funeral mass. How he convinced himself that the "grey messenger" who commisioned the piece was an emmisary of Death. How he died just shy of his 36th birthday before finishing it and his wife's third choice ended up composing the latter half of the work.
Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictis.
Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis,
Gere curam mei finis.
When the damned are confounded
and condemned to sharp flames,
call me with the blessed.
I pray, kneeling in supplication,
my heart contrite as ashes,
take thou mine end into thy care.
Yes- I'm a recovering catholic. I am, however, looking forward to a good excuse to see a bunch of family this weekend.
I've been working way too much lately. I've been doing a bunch of theatre work nights and weekends and it's making me miss it. More the people and attitude than the work necasaraly. My yale group this week was awsome, really good kids who were all about getting shit done despite a bunch of bullshit. They were fun as hell too.
Other than that- the party was fun. Thank you all who came and made it a great time. Special thanks go out to whosyourlibra and rxqueen for making the journey. And to welntaod for the tasty pizza treats.
I'm so addicted to the song "Little Willy" by Sweet.
I'll leave you all with a life lesson. When you're about to hold a lighter to your face for comic effect take a moment to consider whether or not you've shaved in the past week. If you haven't, don't, or the comic effect will be less laughin with you than at you. And it smells really bad and is right under your nose. And then you'll have to shave really hung over the next morning and that won't work out well either. Just something to keep in mind.
Other than that- the party was fun. Thank you all who came and made it a great time. Special thanks go out to whosyourlibra and rxqueen for making the journey. And to welntaod for the tasty pizza treats.
I'm so addicted to the song "Little Willy" by Sweet.
I'll leave you all with a life lesson. When you're about to hold a lighter to your face for comic effect take a moment to consider whether or not you've shaved in the past week. If you haven't, don't, or the comic effect will be less laughin with you than at you. And it smells really bad and is right under your nose. And then you'll have to shave really hung over the next morning and that won't work out well either. Just something to keep in mind.
Holy Shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This Fucking Rules!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry for the excitement, folks, but I'm comming to you tonight courtasy of my hot new Dell and while it's a modest computer by modern means, it's amazing to me. I'm finally stepping up from a seven year old hand me down from my parents. I can't believe I'm currently listening to iTunes, ripping cds, and updatng on SG. This is amazing.
So now I have programs to load, several hundred cds to rip, and I have to get this monitor (only 15, but flat!) looking right.
Tomorrow is finally payday. I ran out of cash about a week ago and after coinstaring my change, scrimping, borrowing and bumming I'll be in the money again.
I'm going to cut this short as I have much playing to do. Come to my party! I'll see ya then!
Sorry for the excitement, folks, but I'm comming to you tonight courtasy of my hot new Dell and while it's a modest computer by modern means, it's amazing to me. I'm finally stepping up from a seven year old hand me down from my parents. I can't believe I'm currently listening to iTunes, ripping cds, and updatng on SG. This is amazing.
So now I have programs to load, several hundred cds to rip, and I have to get this monitor (only 15, but flat!) looking right.
Tomorrow is finally payday. I ran out of cash about a week ago and after coinstaring my change, scrimping, borrowing and bumming I'll be in the money again.
I'm going to cut this short as I have much playing to do. Come to my party! I'll see ya then!
It's parade day!
post parade update:
My mom and aunt came over and we walked downtown for the parade. It was more fun than I was expecting. Much of the walk was spent admiring many of the really great houses around mine. We found a spot on the parade route near the end and after almost an hour of spectating I got a call from my brother. He was still lined up and hadn't even started marching yet. He did, however, tell me where his girlfriend and others were so we went and found them and waited for my brother's corps . He's a drummer for the ancient mariners, the drinkinist drum corps around. They are somewhat famous in these parts for marching barefoot and firing cannons and general drunken mayhem. So we found the friends and saw him play and walked home. Then he showed up at the parent's house for sunday dinner drunk as a skunk and I'm realizing that this story really sucks if you weren't there for all the small hilarious moments, which you weren't. Anyway, parade day was fun, but next year I will eat before going, bring beer, and hit more bars along the route. Have fun. See ya friday.
post parade update:
My mom and aunt came over and we walked downtown for the parade. It was more fun than I was expecting. Much of the walk was spent admiring many of the really great houses around mine. We found a spot on the parade route near the end and after almost an hour of spectating I got a call from my brother. He was still lined up and hadn't even started marching yet. He did, however, tell me where his girlfriend and others were so we went and found them and waited for my brother's corps . He's a drummer for the ancient mariners, the drinkinist drum corps around. They are somewhat famous in these parts for marching barefoot and firing cannons and general drunken mayhem. So we found the friends and saw him play and walked home. Then he showed up at the parent's house for sunday dinner drunk as a skunk and I'm realizing that this story really sucks if you weren't there for all the small hilarious moments, which you weren't. Anyway, parade day was fun, but next year I will eat before going, bring beer, and hit more bars along the route. Have fun. See ya friday.
So here's my question. Why don't girls like me? Granted I'm a bit chubby and occasionally broke........Wait, I may be on to something here.
Insane debauchery last night with WelnTaod, SmokingBuddha, and King_of_Skulls. We had dinner at mamoun's and then went to our local goth night for a few drinks. Had a ridiculous amount of fun mostly based around a pair of girls. I'll just say the one being led around on the leash had a strategic rip in her jeans that allowed us all a wonderful view of a really great ass. KoS covered it well in his journal, so go say hi and read all about it.
I got to hang out with my brother tonight, which is always fun but rare. We watched A Mighty Wind and laughed our asses off. Good fun. Fred Willard kills me in that film. Wha happened? I got a weal wed wagon!
What are we doing wed. night?
What are we doing wed. night?
Here I am home, beer in hand at 8:00 and I'm on the clock until 9:30. God bless the person who invented the four hour minimum.
Not much is new here in Benland. Work has calmed down a bit since my boss has returned from vacation. He also seems to be somewhat on top of getting his part of the paperwork for completion of my apprenticeship together. I got a bit of shit today from the director of the place we're working at. I used their copy machine to copy my school documentation and left the origional of my transcripts in the copier. They thought I was trying to brag about my 4.0. In electrical night school? No. It was like driver's ed. It's not like I got a 4.0 at real school.
I got a visit last night from PornStarGuy and the recently grey chiquitabonita. We just sorta hung around and ended up deciding that the party I've been wanting to throw should be around St. Patrick's Day.
So, I'm planning a get together for the 18th.I hope a bunch of you can make it. should be fun. Check out the thread in sgct. If you're not convinced that we have fun, check out the pics from the previous events at my house. We are fun. Really, I promise.
I'm currently reading The Devil's Cup: Coffee, the driving force in history which was loaned to me from WelnTaod. It's interesting, however there was a referance to Rimbaud, and his post-writing life as a coffee trader. Now I really want to reread A Season In Hell and I can't find my copy of it anywhere. I know I've seen it since I moved here, so it must be here somewhere. I just can't find it. It's annoying me.
Have fun!
Not much is new here in Benland. Work has calmed down a bit since my boss has returned from vacation. He also seems to be somewhat on top of getting his part of the paperwork for completion of my apprenticeship together. I got a bit of shit today from the director of the place we're working at. I used their copy machine to copy my school documentation and left the origional of my transcripts in the copier. They thought I was trying to brag about my 4.0. In electrical night school? No. It was like driver's ed. It's not like I got a 4.0 at real school.
I got a visit last night from PornStarGuy and the recently grey chiquitabonita. We just sorta hung around and ended up deciding that the party I've been wanting to throw should be around St. Patrick's Day.
So, I'm planning a get together for the 18th.I hope a bunch of you can make it. should be fun. Check out the thread in sgct. If you're not convinced that we have fun, check out the pics from the previous events at my house. We are fun. Really, I promise.
I'm currently reading The Devil's Cup: Coffee, the driving force in history which was loaned to me from WelnTaod. It's interesting, however there was a referance to Rimbaud, and his post-writing life as a coffee trader. Now I really want to reread A Season In Hell and I can't find my copy of it anywhere. I know I've seen it since I moved here, so it must be here somewhere. I just can't find it. It's annoying me.
Have fun!
Today's horrid workday was redeamed by a visit from WelnTaod and DarkRabbit. We had some drinks, listened to some tunes, had some drinks, talked about funny threads, drank, and watched some comedy central presents episodes I had taped, most notably Mitch Hedburg and Lewis Black.
Also, I got a hot new avatar thanks to the unassailably cool Virtue.
Movie night was a blast. It was great to see you all and many thanks to CinderOla for being the hostess with the mostest. I'm thinking that in the spirit of not seeing you all nearly enough it's about time for another party at my place. Intrest?
Thank you all for your kind words in regards to my grandfather in my last absurly long post. He seems to be doing well again. Hope it lasts. My aunt is comming over from Moscow next week, so that will cheer everyone up. I can't wait to see her again.
Also, I got a hot new avatar thanks to the unassailably cool Virtue.
Movie night was a blast. It was great to see you all and many thanks to CinderOla for being the hostess with the mostest. I'm thinking that in the spirit of not seeing you all nearly enough it's about time for another party at my place. Intrest?
Thank you all for your kind words in regards to my grandfather in my last absurly long post. He seems to be doing well again. Hope it lasts. My aunt is comming over from Moscow next week, so that will cheer everyone up. I can't wait to see her again.
Well, it appears to be update time again. I, however, have little to discuss these days, but i'll try to make something of this entry and bore you all with the big 'ol heap of garbage that is my life. Where to start?
Let's begin with work. My boss is in the Bahamas this week. On a private island, nonetheless. It's just him, his girlfriend (or commonlaw wife or whatever), and the caretaker guy that goes and shops for you and cleans and stuff. So while he's sunning and humping in the sand i'm attempting to clean up the messes he left, deal with supply issues, pacify clients, and install a job that i had not seen before today. So i'm having loads of fun. The job that I'm currently working on is as a subcontractor for a shop that I used to work at. They have given me the guy who took my job when I left as my helper. Now, he's a nice guy and is willing as hell, just not very able. He's unfamiliar with the basic parts and practices and therefore i have to stay with him at all times. He's basically fetching me the wrong parts. I'm so used to giving my boss a specific task to accomplish and it often is done right when i go back. Yes, you read that right. I, as the apprentice, the one who legally cannot work unsupervised, give my boss (the contractor) simple tasks to fufill and report back to me. One of these days my indentured servitude will come to an end and all of this will be worth it, though.
Speaking of which, by my calculations, my four year apprenticeship is up tomorrow. Of course with my luck, this happens to fall on my boss' vacation. If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all. He is not a details person. I've been trying for a month or so to have him contact the dept. of labor about my eligability to take the licensing test, but he has not. This may turn ugly upon his return. Every day that I work before my test is a day that I loose $5 an hour or so. Not to mention the benefits I'll be fighting for. It would be really cool if I could go see a doctor when I need to, instead of hoping things work themselves out as I do now. At least upon passing the test I'll have a barganing chip. I'll be very employable. I would like to stay with him, as I tend to enjoy the projects he gets, but not at the cost of much money and a 401k. I think that about covers the work rant. moving on.....
As those of you who I talk to regularly, which coincidentally are those of you who will read this (or most of it, anyway) probably know, my grandfather has had a bit of a hard time lately. His initial bypass surgery went well, but he has been plauged with infectins since. He's back in the hospital again having a new drain put in his chest, or an old drain reinstalled, or something like that. By every account it's going well, but he's been in and out of the hospital for 4 months. This situation has become very trying on everyone in the family. It's funny, though. I'm at some levals worried more about my grandmother, mom, aunts, etc than I am about him. I feel so confident that he'll make it through all of this that while I'm concerned and upset and all that about his situation, I really think that he's been fighting for so long that he won't quit now. I have some odd sense of faith that he'll make it through this and come out and be with us for years to come. Yet everyday that he's away from his home amd my grandmother and stuck in the hospital is another day that my extended family goes about their lives unable to escape the what-ifs and the persistant worries about his condition. I'm close with my mom, but usually talk to her every few days. For the last four months it's been daily if not twice a day updates on his condition and treatment options. The stress in the family at the moment is overwhelming. I hope my faith in his recovery is not nieve wishing. He's such a great man. It would be such a waste for him to go from this. He went into this surgery process with the attitude of "i'm 84, I've lead a good life and I'd rather die in my rose garden than on a table." He changed his mind when the surgeon gave him 6 months if he didn't have the surgery. 6 months will be here soon. I just can't see him forfiting 6 happy, active months for these.
*cracks another beer, adjusts ipod playlists. morphine, hell yea, gimme that sax*
Is it time to discuss romance yet? Or the lack thereof, really. Maybe not, but i have a feeling it may come up in the update section about friends, social life, and that sort of thing. So stay tuned, dear reader (singular intended), something good may pop up.
O.K.- so I love living alone. I'm antisocial to a fault. I have friends, but rarely aquintences. I don't talk to people when I'm out unless forced or realy drunk. My greatest weakness in my life is my complete and total lack of confidence in myself. I'm not looking for compliments or sending out a cry for help here, just telling it as it is. Maybe it's the depression or the social anxiety that i refuse to medicate for , but either way, I kinda like that part of me. Makes me feel like an artist or something. One of my most enduring fantasies is to be sitting at a bar reading and be picked up by a girl.
Anyway, that all aside, I'm finding it hard to justify living alone and having such money problems when I should have a roommate. I just can't imagine living any other way. Unless, of course, it was the right woman at the right time. I keep wondering when that time will be.
oh no, getting sappy. must recover.
I've had some good times lately. Mostly thanks to my new friends here on the site. I love these sgct people. More fun to come this weekend! I can't wait. Sometimes i start to think that I'm neglecting my old friends in favor of you folks, but it's really not that upsetting. It had been so long since my friends that I actually had things in common with moved away. My non-sg friends, yes, I absolutely love them to death, and know that if I was ever in trouble I could call them, and that they would do the same. But none of them listen to the music I like or are married now and never come out anyway. It's odd the way this all changes. By now I probably wouldn't pass a breathalizer, so if I stopped making sense it's me, not you.
So will will manage to escape the romance scene except for this: I really hope that us like this becomes easier. I miss you... and this: so where is this alleged "she" who is out there? I've heard of her for years. And how will i meet "her" if I don't talk to people? Yet I guess that's half the fun- the unexpected, the wow. I hope someday I can wow someone.
anyway, despite all my bullshit, go give some love to Allied and DarkRabbit- two really great guys going through some unfortunate shit right now.
thanks for listening. or reading. whatever.
Let's begin with work. My boss is in the Bahamas this week. On a private island, nonetheless. It's just him, his girlfriend (or commonlaw wife or whatever), and the caretaker guy that goes and shops for you and cleans and stuff. So while he's sunning and humping in the sand i'm attempting to clean up the messes he left, deal with supply issues, pacify clients, and install a job that i had not seen before today. So i'm having loads of fun. The job that I'm currently working on is as a subcontractor for a shop that I used to work at. They have given me the guy who took my job when I left as my helper. Now, he's a nice guy and is willing as hell, just not very able. He's unfamiliar with the basic parts and practices and therefore i have to stay with him at all times. He's basically fetching me the wrong parts. I'm so used to giving my boss a specific task to accomplish and it often is done right when i go back. Yes, you read that right. I, as the apprentice, the one who legally cannot work unsupervised, give my boss (the contractor) simple tasks to fufill and report back to me. One of these days my indentured servitude will come to an end and all of this will be worth it, though.
Speaking of which, by my calculations, my four year apprenticeship is up tomorrow. Of course with my luck, this happens to fall on my boss' vacation. If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all. He is not a details person. I've been trying for a month or so to have him contact the dept. of labor about my eligability to take the licensing test, but he has not. This may turn ugly upon his return. Every day that I work before my test is a day that I loose $5 an hour or so. Not to mention the benefits I'll be fighting for. It would be really cool if I could go see a doctor when I need to, instead of hoping things work themselves out as I do now. At least upon passing the test I'll have a barganing chip. I'll be very employable. I would like to stay with him, as I tend to enjoy the projects he gets, but not at the cost of much money and a 401k. I think that about covers the work rant. moving on.....
As those of you who I talk to regularly, which coincidentally are those of you who will read this (or most of it, anyway) probably know, my grandfather has had a bit of a hard time lately. His initial bypass surgery went well, but he has been plauged with infectins since. He's back in the hospital again having a new drain put in his chest, or an old drain reinstalled, or something like that. By every account it's going well, but he's been in and out of the hospital for 4 months. This situation has become very trying on everyone in the family. It's funny, though. I'm at some levals worried more about my grandmother, mom, aunts, etc than I am about him. I feel so confident that he'll make it through all of this that while I'm concerned and upset and all that about his situation, I really think that he's been fighting for so long that he won't quit now. I have some odd sense of faith that he'll make it through this and come out and be with us for years to come. Yet everyday that he's away from his home amd my grandmother and stuck in the hospital is another day that my extended family goes about their lives unable to escape the what-ifs and the persistant worries about his condition. I'm close with my mom, but usually talk to her every few days. For the last four months it's been daily if not twice a day updates on his condition and treatment options. The stress in the family at the moment is overwhelming. I hope my faith in his recovery is not nieve wishing. He's such a great man. It would be such a waste for him to go from this. He went into this surgery process with the attitude of "i'm 84, I've lead a good life and I'd rather die in my rose garden than on a table." He changed his mind when the surgeon gave him 6 months if he didn't have the surgery. 6 months will be here soon. I just can't see him forfiting 6 happy, active months for these.
*cracks another beer, adjusts ipod playlists. morphine, hell yea, gimme that sax*
Is it time to discuss romance yet? Or the lack thereof, really. Maybe not, but i have a feeling it may come up in the update section about friends, social life, and that sort of thing. So stay tuned, dear reader (singular intended), something good may pop up.
O.K.- so I love living alone. I'm antisocial to a fault. I have friends, but rarely aquintences. I don't talk to people when I'm out unless forced or realy drunk. My greatest weakness in my life is my complete and total lack of confidence in myself. I'm not looking for compliments or sending out a cry for help here, just telling it as it is. Maybe it's the depression or the social anxiety that i refuse to medicate for , but either way, I kinda like that part of me. Makes me feel like an artist or something. One of my most enduring fantasies is to be sitting at a bar reading and be picked up by a girl.
Anyway, that all aside, I'm finding it hard to justify living alone and having such money problems when I should have a roommate. I just can't imagine living any other way. Unless, of course, it was the right woman at the right time. I keep wondering when that time will be.
oh no, getting sappy. must recover.
I've had some good times lately. Mostly thanks to my new friends here on the site. I love these sgct people. More fun to come this weekend! I can't wait. Sometimes i start to think that I'm neglecting my old friends in favor of you folks, but it's really not that upsetting. It had been so long since my friends that I actually had things in common with moved away. My non-sg friends, yes, I absolutely love them to death, and know that if I was ever in trouble I could call them, and that they would do the same. But none of them listen to the music I like or are married now and never come out anyway. It's odd the way this all changes. By now I probably wouldn't pass a breathalizer, so if I stopped making sense it's me, not you.
So will will manage to escape the romance scene except for this: I really hope that us like this becomes easier. I miss you... and this: so where is this alleged "she" who is out there? I've heard of her for years. And how will i meet "her" if I don't talk to people? Yet I guess that's half the fun- the unexpected, the wow. I hope someday I can wow someone.
anyway, despite all my bullshit, go give some love to Allied and DarkRabbit- two really great guys going through some unfortunate shit right now.
thanks for listening. or reading. whatever.
