Light of Speed – Substitute

Light of Speed – Substitute

people are suspiciously nice to

people are suspiciously nice to me these days. people like the receptionists at the trillions of doctors i’ve had to see lately, the pharmacist, the guy next to me on the train this morning… i think i have been developing a pathetical countenance. yes, pathetical is a word, i looked it up. maybe wounded-woodland-creature-like? maybe?

anyway speaking of…

i may have become unconsciously less careful when crossing the street lately. for example i was nearly run over by an ambulance on fulton street on sunday. this was surprisingly not scary. i had to laugh at the thought of being run over by an ambulance. especially since it wasn’t speeding or screaming to get somewhere or anything, just driving down on fulton in no particular rush. i think that would be a pretty decent way to go. does that count as ironic? i never get to use that word right. reminded me of a quote i read recently:

QVOD ME NUTRIT ME DESTRVIT (that which nourishes me destroys me). apparently angelina jolie has that tattooed on her stomach or back or something. i can’t think of a more pure demonstration of that than getting run over by an ambulance.

[btw, there are an insane number of angelina jolie sites out there - i can't get into combing through them to find the most deserving of link. see for yourself]

i went to elementary school with ms. jolie actually (then d.b.a. angie voight). it’s wierd that my elementary school has a website. jeez – when i was there in (i think it was) 6th grade i got an IBM PCjr whose sole purpose, i thought, was to play Summer Games II and, of course
Dr. J vs. Larry Bird One-on-One. oddly enough this is a highly respected game.

ha – the cover really brings back memories.

why don’t nba players wear shorts like that anymore!?!


F R U S T R A T I O N (part 2)

can’t seem to get the server side include working to pull up the archives.

they’re over there —>

it works locally so it must be somthin with my server. arg.. and blogger is sooo slow right now.

but otherwise the new look is starting to come together! let me know what you think. i had quite a few things to say this weekend, but i need to adjust my voice (read: get the rest of this template working).

in the meanwhile

check out online m.a.s.h. Yes, you read that right.

i’m going to run after the mister softie truck now…



so i worked half the day (and night) sunday redesigning my blog page and before i posted anything, i signed out for absolutely no particular reason. and then i can’t get back in. what the fuck was my pasword?!?! anyway i must’ve asked in the “forget password” section a million times and the e-mail never showed up! arg – it was like being a scorned lover.

check mail -> nothing

check mail -> nothing

check mail -> nothing

anyhoo – luckily i’m cookied at work – gotta hunt through my cookie file and find that fucking password. meanwhile i have like 10 other frustration stories from this weekend.

more later

Yahoo! Clubs for Expatriates damn

Yahoo! Clubs for Expatriates

damn i love that word…

ok ok ok lost it

ok ok ok

lost it again for a bit last night. i am feeling slightly better this morning. the day is always better than the night. after the dusk is always a dawn. off the bat i found 3 of the missing bob marley songs. it’s funny on Confrontation (1983) you can totally hear that 80s synthesizer rear it’s ugly head… and that popp-y post disco beat. it’s funny. makes ya wonder if they woulda all graduated to grunge and hip-hop and.. i dunno, whatever “it” is now. i’m only slick enough to get “it” after it’s over [shrug]. what do i care!?!?

ok – so me feeling better. woke up late – walked barely awake to the train and it dawned on me that i could just futz around and wait tables.. start smoking again.. start painting again… i could just maintain 10,000 blogs. maybe i could pick up on my party life of a few years ago and start a real racy site and have adbanners pay my rent. ya think? … yeah me neither. ok but still. i gotta start thinking more about freedom and less about loss. and either way if i just think about things differently…

i know everybody’s already given me this advice but it’s hard to swallow ya know. i absolutely loved being alone in paris before. why wouldn’t i again? what am i afraid of?

i guess i’ll haver to give that some thought. meanwhile what the fuck is up with the insane amount of taxes ya gotta pay o’er there? what are they, fucking commies?

more of me looking at the bright side. i get to be a member of the delightfully witty community of expats. (though the being an expat sounds awfully romantic doesn’t it?

this blog’s a riot London

this blog’s a riot London Crawling

hmm is this merely a

hmm is this merely a coincidence?

The Word of the Day for May 24 is:*

expatriate • \eks-PAY-tree-ayt or eks-PAY-tree-ut\ • (noun)

: one who lives in a foreign country; specifically : one who has renounced his native country

*note: this link will expire after today

ok – this is the

ok – this is the bob marley i’m missing

Catch A Fire 1971

8. All Day All Night (from the original unreleased jamaican version)

Survival 1979

10. Wake Up And Live yessss!

Confrontation 1983

4. Mix Up, Mix Up woo hoo!

7. Trench Town got it!

9. I Know yipee!

If you have any of these tracks, pleeeeeeeeeeeeese give ‘em to me. i will be so so so grateful.

The movie, Electric Dreams is

The movie, Electric Dreams is one of the french programmers in my office’s favorites. He has the soundtrack. He says (insert french accent here), “this was the great days of computers when everyone had an Apple and the dream was it would make your coffee.”

I am all choked up with laughter and cuteness.

Check out the trailer – the titles alone are priceless
IMDb: Trailers for Electric Dreams (1984)