Gators, Ga-Ga, and Grumblings… Sunday, March 26, 2006
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University of Florida made the final four tonight after beating the fuck out of Villanova 75-62. GO GATORS!! They basically dominated the whole game. Joakim Noah is the man. I think it is hysterical I used to watch his dad, Yannick, play in the French Open when I was a kid.
Had a great Saturday night hanging out in the CWE. I met a couple of friends at my home base, Brennan's, and ended up at Cafe Eau where my buddy Josh pimped me to this super-cute nurse named Joy. Oh boy was I jumping for joy! We ended up dancing to this live band for an hour or so. And I don't even dance! Mmm… she smelled great. Really nice derriere, too. I enjoyed getting a little drunk & stupid around her. Gave her the digits. I give it about a 50/50 shot she actually calls me. That acutally happens to me a lot recently – I have a nice evening with a woman, give her my number, and don't ever hear from her again. WOMEN! DON'T ASK ME FOR MY FUCKING NUMBER IF YOU HAVE NO PLANS TO USE IT! SERIOUSLY!
But the highlight of my weekend, just edging out UF's stellar victory, was the phone call I received about 9 o'clock from the wonderful, lovely Kim. Oh boy I am smitten. Can't wait to go to work tomorrow so I can see her. Anticipation is a wonderful thing. I am going to have trouble falling asleep tonight considering how I can't stop thinking of her.
This post is starting to get desultory and my fingers hurt, so I am pulling the plug. Time to reload for next weekend. Thank god I get paid this week; if I have to eat one more dirt sandwich for dinner I am going to lose it.
The Power, The Glory, The Delicious Possibilities… Friday, March 24, 2006
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Something magic happened today. An entire new chapter in my life, one full of potential firsts, is unfurling before my incredulous eyes. Someone who just days ago I scarcely knew has inserted herself in an obital path around my world. She did this with one simple word – “yes”.
This is the best part. The very beginning, my very favorite. This is when everything is as new and as perfect as a new baby’s skin. Like pushing a pebble down a slope, I have passed into her stream. I have created an undeniable eddy current in the flow of her life. Everything that transpires between us, even the seemingly small and insignificant, takes on a light and a weight and a gravitas because of the promise, that oh so delicate, inchoate promise, that this may lead someplace wonderful.
Like that tiny pebble rolling down the slope, aspiring only to become a great landslide, a great many things must play out in perfect sequence for this diaphanous, fragile spark to morph into a steady, powerful flame. Even the tiniest whisper could consign it to darkness; the eddy smooths itself out; the pebble, kinetic energy spent, peters out to stillness…
Where will this lead? I haven’t an idea in the slightest. But each perfectly formed word, each flash of smile, each glint of her blue-grey eyes will further push me over the precipice.
I love this most of all, the very beginning, the perfect stillness, the storm clouds silently gathering. All because Kim met my gaze with her gaze and said, “yes”.
Womanly Perfection Thursday, March 23, 2006
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My favorite spot on a woman’s body:
The tender hollow where the base of her neck flows down to her soulder. I like to nuzzle that magical place, my cheek buried in the wonderful, scented cave of her hair, and gently kiss, tasting her perfect, smooth, creamy skin while listening to the soft reverberation of her heartbeat.
It is one of those beautiful moments I would choose to have last forever.
The Meeting Straight Out Of A “Dilbert” Comic!! Thursday, March 23, 2006
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I sat in on the conference from hell this afternoon. Did I say hell? I meant the poke-toothpicks-in-my-pupils, somebody-pull-the-fire-alarm, please-god-let-there-be-an-earthquake meeting straight from the asscrack of darkness!
I am forced to listen to this one cooly arrogant New England type who, by the way, pronounces “Northfolk”, VA as Naaahwfollk, drone one in this cracked monotone at a volume so low I can scarcely hear him over the hiss of the ventilation system at 8 feet away! If a roach cut a fart it would a) drown this jackass out for 28 seconds as the soundwaves reverberated off the walls, and b) would be about 3.6 times more interesting than the actual point of the conversation. The whole time I found myself sitting on my traitorous left hand so as to keep it from taking unilateral ninja action and slicing the tip of this dude’s nose off with the nearest piece of copy paper!
Then it gets better because the guy sitting immediately to my right, midway into crunching on the Fritos by his left hand at MAXIMUM VOLUME decides that shit, all this salt is making him thirsty, and moves to crack his way into a 12-ounce can of Coca-Cola.
Have you ever met a retarded professor type? You know what I mean – a guy so freaking smart he could simulaneously integrate nested trig functions and modify Newton’s gravitational theory to fit the anomalies occurring deep within Einstein-Rosen bridges, all without coming within 10 feet of a calculator? Well, this is the very same guy who would stare at a TV set full of snow for 3 hours because freaking screwing the loose coaxial cable back onto the jack is paradoxically beyond his powers of reason! Imagine this guy trying to open a can of soda with a dented top and you will come close to understanding the events which transpired over the next 3 minutes or so.
Retarded professor pops the ring top on the can. But because of the dent on the top of the can, he can’t pop open the perforated opening. He proceeds to rock this thing to-and-fro several times, which only serves to completely drown out Mr. Baahstaan’s monotone with the squalling shriek of aluminum grinding aluminum.
Realizing his ineffectiveness, and driven by a burgeoning thirst the likes of which I can only imagine, he shifts tactics, inserts his little finger into the ring on the pop-top and begins to pull. Miraculously, the pop-top somehow does NOT spring free of its tiny anchoring nubbin, as would have happened to any of we other humans had we attempted the same maneuver. Instead, unbelieveably, he robs me of the sublime entertainment of watching the pop-top let go with a sharp “snick” and his hand smash into the side of his face with a dull “plop” from the force of his effort, when the top begins to tear inexorably down its center in two spreading wings of metal! Had I not seen this transpiring WITH MY OWN EYES, I never would fucking believe it!
So now this potzer has managed to tear a one-inch, jagged, gaping gash in the aluminum Coke can top, in THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION of the piece that’s supposed to pop out so you can drink the damn soda in the first place! At this point, everyone in the room has an eyeball on this brobdingnagian effort, and everyone’s eyebrows simultaneously raise with the same unposed question, “what the hell is this freak gonna do next?” Well, I am happy to report that our friend did not let us down.
Mad with thirst from the treacherous Frito Lays, the last shreds of his common sense crumble like cigar ash in a light breeze. He lifts the can, studies it for a moment, and begins to move the vicious, jagged metal wings towards his face, ostensibly to somehow suck the soda out of the rent in the top!
After giving this some thought, I have come to these conclusions. Either, 1) he was trying to give himself a quick and cheap root canal, or 2) the speaker’s grumbling, gravelly monotone overcame his will to live and he was attempting to slash his carotid arteries from inside his face!
Needless to say, after an attempted sip, the razor-sharp aluminum lacerating his tongue finally convinced him that, yup, probably not the brightest idea he has had today, and he obtained a cup and carefully poured his soda into it.
The entire room jumped to its feet and ripped off an ovation!! Just kidding. But I bet they wanted to. I know I did.
I look at it this way – at least laughing at my fellow man made the meeting more interesting!
And Stay Out Of The Woolsworth!!! Wednesday, March 22, 2006
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My ass is up watching “O Brother, Where Art Thou?” right now because I can’t seem to get to sleep. Fuck! Insomnia sucks it. Welcome to life in your 30’s – foot hurts when I run, back hurts after standing all day, and periodic bouts of sleeplessness. Next thing I know, I’ll be pissing myself and dribbling mashed potatoes down my face!
Oh wait – I do that every weekend I get drunk!
Those Things In Life Which Scare Us The Most… Wednesday, March 22, 2006
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Women generally scare the shit out of me. Especially beautiful, blue-eyed ones. I have been trying to figure out why. I think I have finally come up with a theory. This is sort of like working on the Grand Unified Theory of fucking Physics!
I have alot to offer a person. I am reasonably intelligent and well-read, have a career, put the toilet seat down after going to the bathroom (thanks, mom), am a passable cook in the kitchen and am an above-average dresser. Here is the thing, though: meeting women is usually an intense, pressure-filled, all-or-nothing crucible, at least for me.
My trepidation stems from this: I meet a woman. She looks into my eyes with her chilly, precise, calculating gaze, sizing me up, thinking god-knows-what. In that moment, none of am, what I feel or what I think matters a whit. None of it. In relationships, all that comes later. At this moment, this initial moment, it does not exist.
So she sizes me up and, despite all those things which hold dear, those things which matter most to me and make me who I am, she still may find me wanting.
No wonder women scare the shit out of me! To knowingly face such a powerful, ego-crushing scenario is crazy! It has got to be against nature or something. No wonder people take Valium!
Anyway, I spoke to Kim today. I actually held it together for an entire conversation. My ears didn’t even turn red! I don’t know how I managed this, because I scarcely remember a word of what transpired. all I remember are her eyes. Blue-grey eyes the color of the Pacific on a misty day. Unexpected, chilly, precise marvels of calibration, sizing me up.
Perhaps I should take a Valium in the morning before going to work, because I HAVE TO ASK HER OUT!!! AARRRGGHHHH!!!!
Seriously, What’s The Matter With The French?? Wednesday, March 22, 2006
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The French are at it again. In an act of hubris as calculated as it is blatant, the National Assembly is attempting to bend a United States corporation to its whim. I am speaking of the bill the Assembly passed 286 – 193 on Tuesday which has powerful, long-ranging effects on DRM software.
That’s right. Apparently the French legislators believe wanton socialism should extend to overseas corporations doing business in their country. This bill is a direct slap in the face of Apple Computer.
For those of you not living on this planet, Apple’s iTunes Music Store is the hottest online music store the world has ever seen. Having recently sold its BILLIONTH song, iTunes sells 3 million songs a day worldwide.
As you also may have heard, Apple’s iPod digital music player, now in it’s 6th year and 5th generation, is the coolest, baddesd-assed digital device you could hope to own. I have 2 myself! Apple once again has led an entire market by looking years into the future and designing a damn-near perfect system, one that meets a need so basic, so important, that it leaves us wondering how we ever managed without it.
The best thing? The synergy. Oh the sublime synergy! The entire system, iPod, computer (Mac or PC, but preferably Mac!) via iTunes, and music store work seamlessly together. I swear, sometimes I think the thing reads my mind!
The issue at stake, the issue which has driven the french fou, is over iTunes using a proprietary DRM code, called FairPlay. FairPlay only works on iPods. In addition, there are restrictions to how many different computers and iPods a piece of FairPlay-encoded music will work on.
It is warranted to mention here that numerous other companies have proprietary management systems in place. Sony has ATRAC3, Windows(ugh) has WindowsMedia, just to name a few. Hell, RealPlay video clips do not play on QuickTime, a fact that occasionally causes me consternation when browsing for porn, um, I mean news clips…
This proprietary format both discourages piracy and promotes further interest in and revenue growth for Apple. The French are pissed because, 1) an American company is making money in France, 2) the online stores Fnac.com and Virginmega.fr are getting their asses kicked, and 3)well, they’re French.
I gotta be honest, I have no problem with Apple’s business practice. They are being smart here. Why shouldn’t they protect their capital investment? It enables them to offer them products light-years ahead of anyone else’s. If Fnac.com wants to develop a proprietary DRM code to work on only one player, no one is stopping them. And nobody was complaining and passing laws when they tried, and failed miserably, in shoving a CompactFlash card every which way into a Sony digital camera – Sony was using its huge market share to protect its proprietary digital storage format!
And don’t even start with the monopoly crap. Do not confuse huge success with monopoly. There are over 50 brands of digital music player and over a dozen online music stores. Plenty of options exist. Apple has the lion’s share of the market because they pioneered much of the technology and made it cool. If they were compelling the record industry to sell tracks on only their site and no one else’s, well then you would have a case of anti-competitiveness.
So the inscrutable French National Assembly passed this bill. If the Senate passes it, it becomes law. You thought the riots across the country a few weeks ago were bad? Wait and see what happens when apple shrugs, says “bite me” and simply pulls the plug on iTunes.fr and stops shipping iPods to the country! STORM THAT FREAKING BASTILLE, BABY!!!
France, you simply cannot win. Your law will either be struck down as invalid, it will be appealed and overturned to the EU, or all the teens and young adults within your borders will create a massive groundswell of backlash. My advice? Just as Kennedy had McNamara buy every Cuban cigar in D.C. the night before he signed the embargo into law, download as many copies of R.E.M.’s “It’s The End Of The World” as you can before passing the legislation, ’cause after that, it’s lights out.
And while you’re at it, maybe you should increase your rail capacity through the Chunnel. You’re gonna need it to accommodate, oh, half your population’s regular forays to the U.K. to jump online and buy iTunes music!
C’est ce bon!!
Armchair Philosopher Tuesday, March 21, 2006
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If you wish to improve, be content to be thought foolish and stupid with regard to external things.
Men are disturbed, not by things, but by the principles and notions which they form concerning things.
-Epictetus
Think big. Run with it. Never take yourself out of the game.
Now let me hear your war cry: -AAIIEEEEE!!!!!
Who’s the hottie now? Tuesday, March 21, 2006
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Ever been at work, in the midst of an ordinary morning, when suddenly you get some news anything but ordinary? Well read about this.
I work with a guy named Brad. Good guy. Always looking out for me. He motions me over about midmorning to tell me some news. Kimber, a young lady who works in our department, was mentioning to Brad how cute she finds me and how she always wishes she could have a better chance to sit and talk with me. Brad, good man that he is, tells me this.
Kimber is tall, thin and not unattractive. Needless to say, one with an ego humble as my own is rather flattered by this unexpected attention. So, ego sufficiently bolstered, what do I then proceed to do? That’s right. Ask Brad about a completely different woman.
Look, I am a guy after all. Believe me, I’d like to do stuff to Kimber. But since a subject was broached that I did not have the courage to bring up myself, namely, a woman at work I am interested in, I decided to go for the brass ring.
“Brad”, I say, “since you mentioned this, what can you tell me about that unbeliveabely cute, tall blonde that works back around here?” The blonde in question’s name is Kim.
Now this blonde is no ordinary blonde. Kim. 3 letters. One syllable. Perfect. I have only seen her a couple times and have not had a chance to meet or speak with her but it nonetheless has taken me no longer than 35 seconds to realize that I MUST. HAVE. HER. Seriously, she is tall, elegant (even at work), has a beautiful smile and walks everywhere in a bubble of baited stillness. She is so lovely tulips and hyacinths bloom in the wake of her footsteps.
So Brad, voice dropping to a conspirational tone, informs me that Kim is rather newly single, ladies and gentlemen. It seems her boyfriend of some time moved back to his South American country of origin with no plans to return to his wonderful, lovely girlfriend.
IDIOT!
“Huh, boy”, I say. “I sure would like to get to know her better.” Thinking all the while – yeah, right, like you would ever have the minerals to even say “Hi” to Kim, much less ask for her number.
Well, about 2 hours later, shit got interesting. Apparently Brad, under no instruction whatsoever from me, briefly brought up my name to Kim, who he knows rather well. So he comes back to me and basically says, “Dude, she would be completely wild about you asking her out.”
FUCKING WAY TO BE, BRAD!!
I know this is sounding slightly ridiculous and High School-ish, but seriously, imagine how undeniably awesome it is finding out that a beautiful woman with whom you have become somewhat smitten shows some interest in you as well. That all the while you were looking at her, pulse throbbing in your brain like a Porsche’s tires flying over the expansion joints of the Golden Gate bridge, she was looking right back at you and thinking to herself you were a bit of a hottie. Or in my case, maybe just mildly cute. Whatever. I will take it.
Things were about to get a little better because another Kim was about to get involved. So many Kims! Can’t keep them straight.
Apparently a bunch of the people I work with are really pulling for me because Kim, who got wind of this whole thing, walks into the room chatting happily about tonight’s “American Idol” with beautiful, perfect, elegant Kim! Wow. So I get to briefly meet her and the two of them leave. 5 minutes later Kim, my friend, my dear, dear, kick-ass friend, saunters back in with a huge shit-eating grin and says to me, “dude, she thinks you are a total hottie.”
And there you have it. I am a hottie. Needless to say, I had some difficulty concentrating on what I was doing the rest of the day. Now I just have to figure out how to actually approach her and tell her I want to see her.
You would think that would be easy after the background info I now have. You’d think that. But you don’t know me at all, do you?
What good things a breeze may bring Monday, March 20, 2006
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One of the more enjoyable things I have found which suffuses an otherwise ordinary day, ever so briefly, with pure vibrancy, is a perfume-laden breeze. Let me explain:
I will be walking outside when a woman will catch my eye. Our paths will cross and I will usually smile or say a quick hello but the part I wait for is when she passes by. Bare moments after she has passed forever out of the envelope in which I live my life I will briefly catch her scent. It is a complex, diaphanous amalgam of freshly washed hair, perfume, skin lotion, even the leather of purse or shoes. I will close my eyes, sometimes pause for a moment, sometimes even look back as she departs, shoes clicking smartly on concrete and hair trailing behind her. I will enjoy this fleeting moment of intimacy with a complete stranger I likely will never come to know and it always brings me, however briefly, a trememdous moment of pure joy.
Who knew?
Spring, my ass! Monday, March 20, 2006
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Today is the vernal equinox. Try balancing an egg on its end. Of course you wouldn’t know it living in St. Louis, as it is going to snow 4 inches tomorrow.
I should make my inaugural post about something more exciting than a fucking weather report but I am so tired after two hours of grappling with the interface that the organ of my imagination has dried up. Besides, the good bitching will come Thursday through Sunday, when the ladies are out.
I could tell about a story about a woman so shockingly beautiful she stilled my breath for a full 5 minutes but, like a fine red, I think I will let that one age in the casks of my memory for a while.