Subject: You know what would be wonderful?
Date: Thursday 10/5/06 3:01:00 AM
Mood: haiku-ish
If chickensoncrack would add me back on LJ. considering that the icon is of my second husband in my polygamous marriage (Christie, Rubber Chicken, Iwan, Cyclops, and there’s a few more in there).
Yes, I’m married to a rubber chicken.
He has a deep throat.
Maybe you would understand
If you read potter.
…Then again, maybe you won’t.
Subject: You know what would be wonderful?
Date: Thursday 10/5/06 3:01:00 AM
Mood: haiku-ish
If chickensoncrack would add me back on LJ. considering that the icon is of my second husband in my polygamous marriage (Christie, Rubber Chicken, Iwan, Cyclops, and there’s a few more in there).
Yes, I’m married to a rubber chicken.
He has a deep throat.
Maybe you would understand
If you read potter.
…Then again, maybe you won’t.
Subject: Theme Song
Date: Sunday 10/1/06 6:53:00 PM
Artist: Joanna Pacitti Lyrics
Song: Watch Me Shine Lyrics
Ooh.. I’m not
You average type Of girl
I’m gonna show the world the strength in me
That sometimes they can’t see
I’m about to switch my style
And soon things may get wild
But I will prove that I can conquer anything
So from my head to toe I’m taking full control
I’ll make it on my own
This time
(Better watch me shine)
CHORUS:
Better watch out
Going for the knockout
And I won’t stop
Till I’m on top now
Not gonna give up
Until I get what’s mine
Better check that I’m about to upset
And I’m hot now
So you better step back
I’m taking over
So watch me shine
So Get ready
Here I come
Until the job is done
No time to waste
There’s nothing stopping me
Oh
But you don’t hear me though
So now it’s time to show
And prove I’m gonna be the best I can be
So from my head to toe
My mind body and soul
I’m taking full control
This time
CHORUS:
Better watch out
Going for the knockout
And I won’t stop
Till I’m on top now
Not gonna give up
Until I get what’s mine
Better check that I’m about to upset
And I’m hot now
So you better step back
I’m taking over
So watch me shine
BRIDGE:
Bet you don’t think I can take it
But my mind and body are strong
Bet you don’t think I can make it
It won’t take long
Bet you don’t think I can take it
But my mind and body are strong
Bet you don’t think I can make it
It won’t take long
Now watch me shine…
CHORUS:
Better watch out
Going for the knockout
And I won’t stop
Till I’m on top now
Not gonna give up
Until I get what’s mine
Better check that I’m about to upset
And I’m hot now
So you better step back
I’m taking over
So watch me shine
Now watch me shine…
CHORUS:
Better watch out
Going for the knockout
And I won’t stop
Till I’m on top now
Not gonna give up
Until I get what’s mine
(Until I get what’s mine…)
Better check that I’m about to upset
And I’m hot now
So you better step back
I’m taking over
So watch me shine
Watch me…
Watch me shine…
Watch me
It’s time to start fasting for those in New York City/Long Island; an easy fast to those who fast.
This week starts training, more on that later.
Subject: Theme Song
Date: Sunday 10/1/06 6:53:00 PM
Artist: Joanna Pacitti Lyrics
Song: Watch Me Shine Lyrics
Ooh.. I’m not
You average type Of girl
I’m gonna show the world the strength in me
That sometimes they can’t see
I’m about to switch my style
And soon things may get wild
But I will prove that I can conquer anything
So from my head to toe I’m taking full control
I’ll make it on my own
This time
(Better watch me shine)
CHORUS:
Better watch out
Going for the knockout
And I won’t stop
Till I’m on top now
Not gonna give up
Until I get what’s mine
Better check that I’m about to upset
And I’m hot now
So you better step back
I’m taking over
So watch me shine
So Get ready
Here I come
Until the job is done
No time to waste
There’s nothing stopping me
Oh
But you don’t hear me though
So now it’s time to show
And prove I’m gonna be the best I can be
So from my head to toe
My mind body and soul
I’m taking full control
This time
CHORUS:
Better watch out
Going for the knockout
And I won’t stop
Till I’m on top now
Not gonna give up
Until I get what’s mine
Better check that I’m about to upset
And I’m hot now
So you better step back
I’m taking over
So watch me shine
BRIDGE:
Bet you don’t think I can take it
But my mind and body are strong
Bet you don’t think I can make it
It won’t take long
Bet you don’t think I can take it
But my mind and body are strong
Bet you don’t think I can make it
It won’t take long
Now watch me shine…
CHORUS:
Better watch out
Going for the knockout
And I won’t stop
Till I’m on top now
Not gonna give up
Until I get what’s mine
Better check that I’m about to upset
And I’m hot now
So you better step back
I’m taking over
So watch me shine
Now watch me shine…
CHORUS:
Better watch out
Going for the knockout
And I won’t stop
Till I’m on top now
Not gonna give up
Until I get what’s mine
(Until I get what’s mine…)
Better check that I’m about to upset
And I’m hot now
So you better step back
I’m taking over
So watch me shine
Watch me…
Watch me shine…
Watch me
It’s time to start fasting for those in New York City/Long Island; an easy fast to those who fast.
This week starts training, more on that later.
Subject: My Father & Me
Date: Sunday 10/1/06 4:25:00 AM
Friended, feel free to discuss here, just not outside of this LJ entry
There’s a Skate Park Being Built Behind My House
There’s a skate park being built behind my house…I know this because I started framing the half pipe with my Dad today (my younger brother’s a skate boarder, he’s good too). And as we spent four hours framing this (what will be) killer half pipe I used it to talk to my father; will we always have differences? Yes. But I believe that talking can fix almost everything, and when words won’t do, a hug will.
We spoke a good deal, in metaphor at times, as the two of us used power tools and saws and we got this thing ready (yes, I can frame a deck, remodel a basement, and drive heavy machinery…I’ve worked construction before…I also look really good in a tool belt =P) we got to deal with a lot of issues that both of us have been holding inside.
We are not dirt poor, my father just really sucks at communicating. This is a good thing (not the lack of communicating, the not being poor part).
And then I told him (and in a way, this is like coming out all over again) that I was emmigrating (‘Rising up’ or ‘Returning to’ as Eli reminds me) to Israel; and he asked me questions, and the first hour I explained to him why (an academic reason being that I want to be fluent in a language other than English before I get my graduate degree) and then finally I told him “I want to make Aliyeh” and he put down the saw and said “are you prepared to serve in the IDF?” and I looked at him and said “Yes, I will do what I have to do to achieve my happiness, and I would feel guilty if other Gay men who are weaker than I did it, and I did not.”
And he looked at me and said “then you’re prepared to do what I wasn’t, you know your Mother and I support you in whatever you choose…what’s your plan? To serv in the IDF, meet someone, and live there?” and I said “that’s rather accurate.”
My Father lived on a kibbutz for quite a few years, and he married his first wife there.
Of course, I think the first and the third are probably the easiest…it’s always hard to meet someone.
After four or so hours Mom and I went to the mall, where she bought me cologne (Aqua di Gio) and then we wennt to Target (attached to the mall) to get a few things that we need (I needed mini discs so I can get ready to do some field work, which I’ll talk about in another post) and I found the legally blonde movies in a box set, I got mom setup with arrested development and nip/tuck 1-2 and then I drove us to a little italian gelato dessert/bakery place we frequent with Shulamit and we sat, we talked, we cried.
“This is the only thing you’ve said that you want to do after you graduate that rings well in my ear” – Mom
My parents are strongly behind my decision, my Mom said it’s the only thing I said I wanted to do that feels right to her. She didn’t want me applying somewhere knowing I would be (socially, in my heart, unhappy). We discussed logistics and some spiritual things. I had some wonderful orange gelato. I promised that the first time she visits we can go to Egypt.
Balto
In the movie Balto, Balto brings this female dog who he’s attracted to, to the place that he stays, and she says “what a dump” and he says “no let me show you” and he shoves a bunch of glass together and the light hits it and it replicates the northern lights…later when balto is lost and trying to find his way home, the lady dog worrying about him, shoves the glass together and it lights up like a beacon so he could find his way home and he gets home safe.
This is why, in my Mother’s kitchen you’ll a lot of glass bottles in the window…so her puppies can find their way home. It’s hard for her to tell people, she starts crying too hard before she can explain it.
Lost can mean many things.
My Mom thinks I’m on the right path, and she’s happy. And she said “sometimes it may be dangerous” and I said “it’s dangerous here too, danger is everywhere…but happiness is not.”
Even the hosts of heaven are judged
We are entering Yom Kippur after the days of Awe, when even the hosts of heaven are judged and tremble before the lord saying ‘we have transgressed, we have transgressed’ and then Kol Nidrei, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.
An easy fast to all who fast.
– M
Subject: My Father & Me
Date: Sunday 10/1/06 4:25:00 AM
Friended, feel free to discuss here, just not outside of this LJ entry
There’s a Skate Park Being Built Behind My House
There’s a skate park being built behind my house…I know this because I started framing the half pipe with my Dad today (my younger brother’s a skate boarder, he’s good too). And as we spent four hours framing this (what will be) killer half pipe I used it to talk to my father; will we always have differences? Yes. But I believe that talking can fix almost everything, and when words won’t do, a hug will.
We spoke a good deal, in metaphor at times, as the two of us used power tools and saws and we got this thing ready (yes, I can frame a deck, remodel a basement, and drive heavy machinery…I’ve worked construction before…I also look really good in a tool belt =P) we got to deal with a lot of issues that both of us have been holding inside.
We are not dirt poor, my father just really sucks at communicating. This is a good thing (not the lack of communicating, the not being poor part).
And then I told him (and in a way, this is like coming out all over again) that I was emmigrating (‘Rising up’ or ‘Returning to’ as Eli reminds me) to Israel; and he asked me questions, and the first hour I explained to him why (an academic reason being that I want to be fluent in a language other than English before I get my graduate degree) and then finally I told him “I want to make Aliyeh” and he put down the saw and said “are you prepared to serve in the IDF?” and I looked at him and said “Yes, I will do what I have to do to achieve my happiness, and I would feel guilty if other Gay men who are weaker than I did it, and I did not.”
And he looked at me and said “then you’re prepared to do what I wasn’t, you know your Mother and I support you in whatever you choose…what’s your plan? To serv in the IDF, meet someone, and live there?” and I said “that’s rather accurate.”
My Father lived on a kibbutz for quite a few years, and he married his first wife there.
Of course, I think the first and the third are probably the easiest…it’s always hard to meet someone.
After four or so hours Mom and I went to the mall, where she bought me cologne (Aqua di Gio) and then we wennt to Target (attached to the mall) to get a few things that we need (I needed mini discs so I can get ready to do some field work, which I’ll talk about in another post) and I found the legally blonde movies in a box set, I got mom setup with arrested development and nip/tuck 1-2 and then I drove us to a little italian gelato dessert/bakery place we frequent with Shulamit and we sat, we talked, we cried.
“This is the only thing you’ve said that you want to do after you graduate that rings well in my ear” – Mom
My parents are strongly behind my decision, my Mom said it’s the only thing I said I wanted to do that feels right to her. She didn’t want me applying somewhere knowing I would be (socially, in my heart, unhappy). We discussed logistics and some spiritual things. I had some wonderful orange gelato. I promised that the first time she visits we can go to Egypt.
Balto
In the movie Balto, Balto brings this female dog who he’s attracted to, to the place that he stays, and she says “what a dump” and he says “no let me show you” and he shoves a bunch of glass together and the light hits it and it replicates the northern lights…later when balto is lost and trying to find his way home, the lady dog worrying about him, shoves the glass together and it lights up like a beacon so he could find his way home and he gets home safe.
This is why, in my Mother’s kitchen you’ll a lot of glass bottles in the window…so her puppies can find their way home. It’s hard for her to tell people, she starts crying too hard before she can explain it.
Lost can mean many things.
My Mom thinks I’m on the right path, and she’s happy. And she said “sometimes it may be dangerous” and I said “it’s dangerous here too, danger is everywhere…but happiness is not.”
Even the hosts of heaven are judged
We are entering Yom Kippur after the days of Awe, when even the hosts of heaven are judged and tremble before the lord saying ‘we have transgressed, we have transgressed’ and then Kol Nidrei, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.
An easy fast to all who fast.
– M
Subject: A Conversation Between Brent & I
Date: Sunday 10/1/06 12:30:00 AM
Tags: quotes: general
nomadmatan: btw, you look cute in goth clothes =P
nomadmatan: I’d have got done by you =P
“Brent”: since when am i a top? XP
nomadmatan: lol =P I can out bottom you any day of the week
“Brent”: well, yes, but that doesn’t make me a top
nomadmatan: lol
nomadmatan: I could totally get you to top
“Brent”: i don’t even know how to take that 😛
nomadmatan: lol, as a compliment dear, as a compliment
“Brent”: haha ok
Subject: A Conversation Between Brent & I
Date: Sunday 10/1/06 12:30:00 AM
Tags: quotes: general
nomadmatan: btw, you look cute in goth clothes =P
nomadmatan: I’d have got done by you =P
“Brent”: since when am i a top? XP
nomadmatan: lol =P I can out bottom you any day of the week
“Brent”: well, yes, but that doesn’t make me a top
nomadmatan: lol
nomadmatan: I could totally get you to top
“Brent”: i don’t even know how to take that 😛
nomadmatan: lol, as a compliment dear, as a compliment
“Brent”: haha ok
Subject: Sweet Mother of Moses
Date: Thursday 9/28/06 3:30:00 AM
Music: Mama’s Room-Under the Influence of Giants-Under the Influence of Giants (Bonus Track)
Whoever gave me what clearly is a stomach bug, is going to get a beating…no, I’m serious…I’m out for blood. I don’t mean to be offensive, but my rear end feels like it’s on fire and it isn’t in the least bit pleasant.
At this point, I’ve come to the understanding that it would behoove me to take out some shares of stock in Charmin. I’m seriously considering it…that way I can make some of my money back.
After today (which was mainly spent staying as close to the commons as possible, since I have a key to the private bathroom – it’s amazing what happens when you make nice to the Janitor) I have to say I think one-ply toilet paper should be outlawed from this country entirely. Yes, I know, I know…more important legislation first…but dammit this should make it into the hopper one of these days, a quick thumbs up or thumbs down vote would suffice. I’m carrying my own roll with me tomorrow (in all of it’s soft, comforting goodness), I don’t care how much of a freak this makes me look like. It’s the little things in life that bring comfort.
I love Alice (maleficentseyes)…she’s the only one other than Carrie (irenefinlay) where most of what I tell her doesn’t enter into the TMI category. True friends know all about you…and still love you.
I didn’t make it to my 11am class yesterday, as I made mention of, however I did make it to my 7:00-10pm class. I received the grade on my first paper. 95/100 (or a 95%). It’s good, but I can do better (and will do better) on the next paper. At one point in the class the Instructor, the kid who sits diagonal from me and a girl in the back of the room got into a three-way disagreement which was entertaining to listen to.
They just kept on confusing each other until it reached the point of absurdity (this was about two notches down from the Mattress-Spoon Incident in Sorin’s class five years ago, Freshman year). All three (the Instructor, diagonal kid, and the girl in the back) walked away more confused than when they entered and I think that they walked away each thinking they won the argument. Though none was entirely clear on what they were arguing about (in reality, it was three different arguments, none really related), they all argued with incredible conviction, it was wonderful to see that kind of passion – it was the kind of passion that makes watching Anne Coulter vs. Anyone Who’s Sentient wonderful.
Class is getting more interesting.
I have to say he’s getting more entertaining to listen to now that he’s getting into topics that he cares about (he does have a dry sense of humor, which I appreciate). We’re just starting Syntax, and the stuff that we do to practice in his class, I think has great potential to become some kind of Sudoku-esque craze. Maybe a puzzle book (I may make a *.pdf one in Word over December break if I get bored enough…making things like this into games is great practice for exams).
My paper for Paauw’s class is good…really good (I think, obviously the grade willt ell). It’s totally unbiased as far as explaining what’s going on between the social groups I’m writing about (this is for his Sociolinguistics Course) yet, it still packs a punch against militant ignorance. I like it. I think I’m going to make a cup of green tea and then give it the final touches that it needs.
I’m not going to my 9am committee meeting, when my first class is at 3:30p and I’m not feeling well. Besides, I want to share this bug with as few people as possible…I don’t think Buffalo’s Sewer System has the capability or capacity to handle more than a handful of people coming down with whatever this is.
Okay, time to make some tea, do the last edit, pack my back and thenattempt some more sleep.
Peace all.
– Me
Subject: Sweet Mother of Moses
Date: Thursday 9/28/06 3:30:00 AM
Music: Mama’s Room-Under the Influence of Giants-Under the Influence of Giants (Bonus Track)
Whoever gave me what clearly is a stomach bug, is going to get a beating…no, I’m serious…I’m out for blood. I don’t mean to be offensive, but my rear end feels like it’s on fire and it isn’t in the least bit pleasant.
At this point, I’ve come to the understanding that it would behoove me to take out some shares of stock in Charmin. I’m seriously considering it…that way I can make some of my money back.
After today (which was mainly spent staying as close to the commons as possible, since I have a key to the private bathroom – it’s amazing what happens when you make nice to the Janitor) I have to say I think one-ply toilet paper should be outlawed from this country entirely. Yes, I know, I know…more important legislation first…but dammit this should make it into the hopper one of these days, a quick thumbs up or thumbs down vote would suffice. I’m carrying my own roll with me tomorrow (in all of it’s soft, comforting goodness), I don’t care how much of a freak this makes me look like. It’s the little things in life that bring comfort.
I love Alice (maleficentseyes)…she’s the only one other than Carrie (irenefinlay) where most of what I tell her doesn’t enter into the TMI category. True friends know all about you…and still love you.
I didn’t make it to my 11am class yesterday, as I made mention of, however I did make it to my 7:00-10pm class. I received the grade on my first paper. 95/100 (or a 95%). It’s good, but I can do better (and will do better) on the next paper. At one point in the class the Instructor, the kid who sits diagonal from me and a girl in the back of the room got into a three-way disagreement which was entertaining to listen to.
They just kept on confusing each other until it reached the point of absurdity (this was about two notches down from the Mattress-Spoon Incident in Sorin’s class five years ago, Freshman year). All three (the Instructor, diagonal kid, and the girl in the back) walked away more confused than when they entered and I think that they walked away each thinking they won the argument. Though none was entirely clear on what they were arguing about (in reality, it was three different arguments, none really related), they all argued with incredible conviction, it was wonderful to see that kind of passion – it was the kind of passion that makes watching Anne Coulter vs. Anyone Who’s Sentient wonderful.
Class is getting more interesting.
I have to say he’s getting more entertaining to listen to now that he’s getting into topics that he cares about (he does have a dry sense of humor, which I appreciate). We’re just starting Syntax, and the stuff that we do to practice in his class, I think has great potential to become some kind of Sudoku-esque craze. Maybe a puzzle book (I may make a *.pdf one in Word over December break if I get bored enough…making things like this into games is great practice for exams).
My paper for Paauw’s class is good…really good (I think, obviously the grade willt ell). It’s totally unbiased as far as explaining what’s going on between the social groups I’m writing about (this is for his Sociolinguistics Course) yet, it still packs a punch against militant ignorance. I like it. I think I’m going to make a cup of green tea and then give it the final touches that it needs.
I’m not going to my 9am committee meeting, when my first class is at 3:30p and I’m not feeling well. Besides, I want to share this bug with as few people as possible…I don’t think Buffalo’s Sewer System has the capability or capacity to handle more than a handful of people coming down with whatever this is.
Okay, time to make some tea, do the last edit, pack my back and thenattempt some more sleep.
Peace all.
– Me
moocowinthecity