open pasture

Merf…

Subject: Merf…

Date: Thursday 7/3/03 7:32:00 AM

Music: Weapon-Matthew Good-Queer as Folk – The Third Season

I walk upstairs…and mom’s sleeping on the couch in the office (yeah, our house has an office…it’s sort of a big house…)…I tap her on the head to tell her I’m leaving for work, and I ask her what she’s doing in the office and her response was “didn’t you hear the yelling last night…” Like, that’s soo bizzare.

Anways, off to work – Hmm…I think I’m going to grab an atkins bar and eat that now, and as per standard operating procedures, I do believe it’s also time for bacon for brakfast – today I do believe that I’ll be running for three hours when I get home.

~ me

Merf…

Subject: Merf…

Date: Thursday 7/3/03 7:32:00 AM

Music: Weapon-Matthew Good-Queer as Folk – The Third Season

I walk upstairs…and mom’s sleeping on the couch in the office (yeah, our house has an office…it’s sort of a big house…)…I tap her on the head to tell her I’m leaving for work, and I ask her what she’s doing in the office and her response was “didn’t you hear the yelling last night…” Like, that’s soo bizzare.

Anways, off to work – Hmm…I think I’m going to grab an atkins bar and eat that now, and as per standard operating procedures, I do believe it’s also time for bacon for brakfast – today I do believe that I’ll be running for three hours when I get home.

~ me

In which I get a rental storage place…and complete the 12 herculean tasks…

Subject: In which I get a rental storage place…and complete the 12 herculean tasks…

Date: Friday 4/11/03 5:51:00 PM

Music: The Girl Gets Around — Footloose — 15th Anniversary CD

Okay…this is going to try to best reconstruct the order of events that allowed me to finally get a storage place, this is almost word for word, and in the proper order, for the record, I don’t think that this woman should be allowed to raise children. The following took an hour and a half to complete…it was slow…and painful.

-=A Few Days Ago=-

[Telephone can be heard ringing in the background, Matthew is hard at work in the dark room at the ungodly hour of 9am, recently he’s been getting up at 7:30 and coming back to the dorms at midnight to keep up with a good average]

Matan:

answering cell phone: “hello”

Storage People:

“Hi, you’re going to need to come over today to sign the contract”

Matan:

I’m sorry, I said I’d be there the 18th, when I registered online

Storage Place:

Listen, we’re going out of our way here for you

Matan:

I’m sorry, I’m currently working from 7:30AM to 12:00AM, when do you want me to get there, and did I not mention to you last time we spoke that I don’t have a car?

Storage Place:

We’re really going out on a limb here

Matan:

I’ll be there on the 16th ::hangs up phone angrily::

-=Today=-

Matthew, Eric & Tim arrive at the storage place, Matan gets out of the car, and notices that the person is ‘on break’ by the locked door an sign in the window, after much waiting, the lady gets there.

Matan Enters the storage office:

Matan:

Hi, I’m the hard to reach Matan, I’m here to sign the contract

Paula:

Oh hi, yes, let me check the computer [checks the computer] oh shoot, it appears that the computer has deleted your reservation, see, you’re allowed to reserve it for 30 days online, but our computer deletes reservations after 7 days, so let me see what I can do

Matan:

[stunned] umm…okay

Paula:

This is a new system, and I’ve only gotten to use it for two days

Matan:

[sigh] okay

Paula:

[enters information as slow as humanly possible]

Matan:

[goes and picks out a military grade lock that can survive a shell attack]

Paula:

Okay, why don’t we go check out the unit

Matan:

[to himself: this is NOT like buying a house, I don’t care what it looks like] “Okay”

Matan & Paula look at the unit for 3 seconds and walk the 3 minutes back to the office

Paula:

Okay, you’ll need to fill out all of these forms

Matan:

Okay ::goes to sign and READ all the forms::

Paula:

I like people who are smart and meticulous like you are

Matan:

Okay, I’m also going to need the form over there ::points:: to set up monthly billing

Matan continues to read and sign forms, and then asks for copies. Paula goes to the fax machine and makes a copy of the credit card form

Paula:

Okay, now we’ll need you to sign this contract, I’ll just initial the first page of yours

Matan:

I’m sorry, you’re going to have to initial all of them

Paula:

::sighs loudly:: okay

Paula goes to inital all the pages

Matan:

[reading and initalling contract] I’m going to need a copy of this

Paula:

I gave you a copy

Matan:

Yes, but I need a copy of the one that my signature is on, that will be on file here, becase I coud print out the one I have at home, and it won’t stand up in court, if I ever have to bring it to arbitration

Paula:

You’re being difficult

Matan:

I’m going to need a copy of this

Paula:

I don’t understand, its a fax copy, are fax copies legal?

Matan:

It could be copied on a ditto machine, so long as it’s copied.

Paula:

This is too much, are you a law student?

Matan:

[bullshitting] I’m a studio arts major, about to do media law, I’m going to need a copy

Paula:

::Sighs loudly again:: okay ::goes to make a copy:: I like people who are meticulous like you

Matan:

[thinking to himself: yeah…right]

Paula:

Oh shoot! I forgot to check the box for autopayment

[note: this now will cause 30 more minutes of pain for Matan, when he’s asked to go on the other side of the desk, and do this on the computer for Paula.]

Matan Fixes the Issue

Paula:

Okay, now here’s your code, go put the lock on your storage unit

Matan Exits and goes to open the gate – which won’t open with his code

Matan re-enters the sales office

Matan:

My code won’t work

Paula:

Oh…I forgot, we’re missing the piece that connects the computer to the gate, you’ll need to use his temporary code instead

Paula thanks Matan, informs him of how she likes smart college students and wishes everyone was like Matan, Matan exits, places the lock on his locker and winds up twitching more than he normally does

Poem to sam

Subject: Poem to sam

Date: Thursday 2/27/03 4:04:00 PM

Music: Monks Chanting on TV

Tags: writings: poetry

Poem to sam:

Watching you on the sidelines, as you began to take

your first steps, tiny little brother, coming into my

world, entering through the doorway that is the heart.

Looking on, as you board the bus for the first time,

going through what me and my twin already did – “own

by self,” strong, true, intrepid.

Watching you, as you run the bases, and win the game,

watch you on Fire Island as you got to play, smiling

as you picked up on family traditions – chasing Allie

with lobsters. Becoming more of a Schwartz every day,

and becoming your own person, doing things in your own

unique individual way.

Watching you learn how to skate, and ski with Dave and

dad, bike and swim, and the joy that came with knowing

that you were of my kin, overflowing pride as the next

generation of Schwartz took control of the reins,

learning to stay the course, through the thick and

the thin. Riding behind you, I can see you on the

back of your horse, in the teton wilderness,

experiencing something of a lifetime, but watching you

experience it was not to be missed – your true

passionate love of animals, big and small, like your

mothers heart, encompasing all, the forest and all of

Gods creatures at a majestic waterfall.

Watching you tackle all the problems, that have ever

come your way, big and small, you learned to laugh and

throw the world right off your back, your train rights

it self and gets it back on track.

Listening to you sing, late at night, with your CD

Player on, thinking the rest of the family was asleep,

the muses inspiring the thoughts in your mind and

letting your vocals make them into a sonnet to sing-

watching you kick my ass in video games, what was I

thinking, I had no chance – smash brothers, way to

advanced.

But most importantly, watching you every day on your

journey, guided by heavens flame, as you transform

from a boy into a man L’dor V’dor; and so it is

written.

You may be a man, but you shall always be, my

incredibly strong, true, loving, younger brother, Sam.

My day…thus far…

Subject: My day…thus far…

Date: Monday 1/6/03 12:45:00 PM

mmmTeeth…

Yeah, I just got back from the dentist (not the Oral Surgeon) who cleaned my teeth and stuff. When the were trying to take and X-ray of my mouth I puked in their garbage can >.< but hey, at least I *MADE* it into the garbage can which (I believe) shows remarkable consideration on my part.

Anyways, allow me to post about my day thus far.

I go to bed at about 3:00AM, then my mom calls down and wakes me up at like 7:00, I wake up and get my butt out of bead at around 7:10 and do stuff. My younger brother Sam leaves for school at 7:30 and at 8:00 mom and I make it to the diner so we can have some breakfast. The thing is, is that after 9:30AM I can’t eat for the rest of the day, as I have to fast for the surgery and I can’t eat after the stuff that they give you at the dentist ::sigh:: when this is over I want to go to Friendlys!, and who knows, maybe we’ll get the same waitress 😉

Anyways, while I was explaining to my dentist the glory that is beer pong, he was more than happy to give me a few pointers and hten told me about his beer pong playing days (“fill some of the cups up with urine” – what can I say, he has class…real class).

– Matan

Research Papers Must Die

Subject: Research Papers Must Die

Date: Wednesday 11/20/02 8:18:00 PM

Music: Lady Marmalade – Moulin Rouge Disc 1

BLERGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, 8 pages and 2 and 1/2 sections to finish. I’m going to make soup in the microwave and finish this paper tonight…then tomorrow I’ll go to the library to get the rest of the “mandatory” sources so the paper doesn’t fail on a technicality.

hmmm…

Subject: hmmm…

Date: Wednesday 11/20/02 7:10:00 PM

Music: Lady Marmalade – Moulin Rouge Disc 1

As one person said to me “you’re writing your doctoral thesis freshman year?” or at least that’s the way it seems with this research paper I’m doing. I already have seven pages and I still have more to go (it’s a 7-10 page paper) It look slike I’m going to have at least fifteen pages. It’s going good tho, and I’ll probably finish it tonight, edit it tomorrow and add touch up’s Saturday.

Anyways thanksgiving soon :-)) YAY!!!

::goes back to writing the paper::

My Amazing Weekend

Subject: My Amazing Weekend

Date: Tuesday 11/12/02 10:15:00 PM

Music: Dummy Bears Rocks!

Okay, so Friday I leave an away message up saying that I was going to be out late down at a local Buffalo hang out…secretly, I go fly in to JFK, NYC. Dad (on the pretext that he was going to settle something with a client, which he does often so it wasn’t out of the ordinary) goes to pick me up. I arrive and Dad and I drive home (Dad had a bad cold which sucks). Dad walks inside and goes to Mom (while I wait downstairs) “honey, I found an old friend at the clients house, are you decent” Mom goes “define decent, bring them on up” so I go up and the look of surprise on Mom’s face was great, we hugged for a long time and then we talked and hung out. I gave them an update on all things Buffalo and then I went and picked up V (Ben at the time couldn’t come out and play). I chatted with V’s parents and brought V home with me, talked with her and my Mom and caught up on everything :-). V had to go home early so I dropped her off and then drove back…it felt *REALLY* good to be behind the wheel of a car again.

Mom and I were talking and Sam rang the doorbell, and when he saw it was me through the glass and I opened the door he did a flying leap and hugged my neck and hung on like a monkey (okay, all together now 1, 2, 3, awwwwww…). It was good to see him, he’s doing amazingly well which just makes me so happy.

Mom and I decide that we’re gunna wake up early tomorrow to go do stuff (Dad was still sick so he wasn’t going to wake up early with us).

Saturday:

We wake up early-ish and Mom drove me to the Doctor (I had a cold and a cut on my back that needed taking care of so while I was home we decided we might as well just get it taken care of) then we went to the mall to go shopping at William Sonoma for Thanksgiving stuff…let me just say…wow…this years Thanksgiving is going to be off the hook. We then went to an Art store and I got some drawing pads, and Mom picked up some stuff she needed and then we head over to Barnes and Noble and I get a bunch of books. Then we come back and drop of my script’s at the pharmacy and who do we run into but my old boss, I say hi, she comments about my hair and earrings and that I don’t write often enough, I don’t call often enough (daily wouldn’t be often enough…)…the usual. We then go (as per a request from Dad) to PC Richards and get 2 DVD players for the house (which is good because it means I can finally finish Cowboy Bebop) so now we can watch DVD’s which is cool.

Mom and I come home, Mom takes a nap and then we Gather up V and Ben, Sam, Mom and myself (again…Dad’s still sick…:-(…) and head out to Sluggos for dinner. We convince the waitress to sing Happy Birthday to Mom (even though it was no where near her birthday) and have a wonderful meal with real food (and a Birthday desert for Mom…).

Sunday:

Woke up late (ahhh sleeping in on my couch…how I miss it… I don’t own a bed) had breakfast, and then the Grandparents came over (which is always cool). Had lunch at a diner with them which was great and I packed to get ready to go to the airport! Took a cab to the airport because Dad didn’t feel well enough to drive. I get to the airport, make my way through security and get to the gate and who happened to be there but my World Civ Professor! I said hi to Mr. Sussman and then we boarded the plane (late) and made our way to back to Buffalo.

It was a great weekend and I can’t wait to see my parents at thanksgiving.

– Matan

One of my favorite words…

Subject: One of my favorite words…

Date: Sunday 11/3/02 4:59:00 AM

Music: THE REAL FOLK BLUES

ab·squat·u·late vi (archaic humorous) (regional)

1. to leave, especially in a hurry or under suspicious circumstances

2. to die

3. to argue

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