i both enjoy and greatly admire their work.
add this man to the list, while you're at it.
Penn Jillette
words actually written by me are in the very near future.
life's been wonderful.
life's been busy.
i miss you, my friends, and i miss you badly - the perfect joys of laughter and good company....
you're in my thoughts more than you...
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it was very nice to see you around...
I love rusk.
and you're right.
we very well could be collegues.
=)
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Before anything else, I'd like to extend pure thanks to everyone who sent good thoughts and/or raised glasses to my dad. To talk to me for 5 minutes is to know what the man continues to mean to me. Thank you all.
The...
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Sometimes, said wives are actually pigs.
And it's 5 am.
So, the real update is on the horizon - promise.
Today, however, is another...
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I wish I could give you a big big hug of courage for your upcoming trip. I fucking hate that anyone could string you along, and I really hope all good things for your travels. Because that's what you deserve!
You're so rad. The Bouncing Souls song was about you.
i'll watch movies.. and take it easy. that's all. what are you doing this weekend?
i do not listen to much music now cause i am still away, and i dont have my own computer. and i don't bring records.
Life seems to have picked-up speed as of late. Nothing frantic or out-of-hand, far from it. Just the same, things seem to be moving along at a pretty good clip. Fine by me. I feel like I've spent too much time either wallowing in my own existential ennui or white-knuckled and screaming just trying to hold on. Living somewhere in the in-between...
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during that time that the up-in-the-air things have begun to fall into place. I'm somewhat hesitant to draw a direct parallel between the two, but I can't rule it out, either.
Dude, most people don't get it-- changing the inner world changes the outer as well; but trying to directly change the outer is an exercise in futility. It seems to only work inside-out. But boy does it work.
When I did yoga for a brief period, it was in that time that I managed to gain escape velocity and get the fuck out of Southern California for NorCal. And therefore, for a better life.
In a better part of the world.
</hater>
Did anything work?
Yes. After 2 years, I stopped fucking around. No pills. No supplements. No miracle products. I started paying attention to what I was eating and working my ass off.
Dayum. I just wrote a mini-treatise on that exact topic. Gradually (and sustainably) decrease caloric intake, decrease overall percentage of empty calories, increase caloric expenditure, and create calorically expensive muscle. Bam.
My formula goes: Increase caloric intake, do high-intensity, short-time frame (under 45 mins, usually under 15 mins) work. I put on 5 lbs the past two weeks.
Then - 6 feet tall. 315lbs. 56" chest, 44" waist.
Now - 6 feet tall. 235 lbs. 54" chest, 36" waist.
Like woah. 6 and 235 is pretty solid, given your build. Do you feel strong? Springy, like you could dunk if you wanted to? Yoga makes you reeeeealy strong in funky, functional ways.
^^^^ Does any of that matter?
Fuck yes it matters. It's another external representation on an internal state. It's a healthier, stronger, happier individual walking planet Earth.
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Thanks so much for the present-- you provoked a solid 15 minute laughing and giggling spree, at the end of which you got the phone call. Best. Present. Evar. (Even better than the website. )
I haven't updated in a long-ass time. On occasion, I have the urge to share a little nugget of nothing with all of you, but those moments rarely occur in proximity to a computer if you can believe that. I think I'm gonna begin carrying a micro-cassette recorder with me and so that I might make audio notes-to-self. I'm sure there's a fancier,...
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Ooooh, the burn.
Thank you Punk-O-Matic!!!!!
Now, if only punk-o-matic would let me abuse it in the backseat of a classic car, try on that cute little nothing, give me the look that makes me beg, and whisper filthy things in my ear after a shamelessly hedonistic meal....
wait...
I may recommend taking...
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I have lots of pics in the costume, no transfering..........will have to wait until i get my comp. I will forward two of me showing my tit in it.
pation?
They are already there for you.
Gotta say: it's kind of weird seeing something that's been a part of me for quite a...
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Put the lotion in the fuuucking basket, bitch, put the lotion in the baaaasket . . .
When I lived in LA, I worked at a restaraunt in West Hollywood, and Ted Levine came in. I kept saying (in Buffalo Bill's voice) "It puts the appetizers on the table." and "I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me so hard."
The best part was that I was the only guy who recognized him; my co-workers had no idea what the fuck I was talking about.
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More modern D&D art.
From the ooooold school, this guy was one of the reasons that I decided I wanted to draw when I grew up.
Woah.
He was the one great guy you have on every staff (you probably didn't meet that guy, cuz he would have been you) who actually takes the time to see if the kitchen needs anything
Best. Compliment. Evar.
I got a call at about 9 last night from one of the guys I used to work for. He came to me in friendship and asked a favor.
He needed my services one more time - one last contract.
So, I had to get up at 5:15 this morning in order to...
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i tend to ascribe too much meaning to the trivial as well. i've heard both god/the devil are in the details. i certainly believe it. and you're definitely right about the small things standing out when life throws the big ones at you. i have all these heavy notions kind of looming in the background- my city being destroyed, moving, buying a house, going back to school, being separated from everyone i know.
but it's the small things that bother me most. being jolted out of my routine, however lame a routine it was. going to the park. the streets i used to walk on. knowing that my bar would be there, and open, and full of my friends whenever i felt the urge to drag myself out of my hermit's cave. knowing, and being known.
right now i feel like everything would be okay if i could just get back a little bit of that routine. and it's odd. because i never thought that would be what i needed. living life on the fly, hand-to-mouth, is a lot harder than it seems.
Bang the gong get it on.
Busy day for me today........
I just scheduled my 2nd sitting with (shameless plug) Miles Maniaci. September 23rd. He'll finish the major components of the outline, which should include work on the right (starboard?) cheek of my gorgeous ass.
Pictures will be posted.
Also of note:
I fucking hate being patient.
Seriously.
If asked what I would rather do than be patient, the...
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Re: A. Bourdaine, I read that shit in less than 12 hours, with a break for a movie with my man Dave, IIRC. I never did 10 foot lines of coke off of a bar, but I didn't cook in NY in the 80s, either.
RE: Gene and Georgietti's. Are you kidding me? Perhaps my worst Chicago meal.
~cheers
~cheers