ideas and ideas and a few more ideas

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It feels like you observe the world around you but you're not really a part of it. - Manu

I have a wonderful cat named Bacon that sleeps next to me most of the day while I work on the computer. The best part is when I get up to get something, the cat often follows, meows a bit, and then goes to sleep again. The only problem is the cat sleeps on my clothes on my bed, and that's one thing I'm supposed to clean up.

The world is a strange place. A few weeks ago I was sitting outside in a cafe with some friends and a strange man that seemed much like a bum came right up to our table - we tried to speculate why he chose our table - and came to no conclusion - and he said "the world is going to end today and I'm going to end it." Then I think he asked us how we were. It was really strange. He also had a balloon tied to his pants, which he later lost. 5 minutes afterwards he was walking down the street in the opposite direction carrying a bottle of alcohol and no balloon. Apparently, he traded the balloon for alcohol. I want to find the source.

And no matter how crazy he seemed, I must say, I was kind of worried. I eventually forgot it even happened, which happens when you have terrible memory, but until that point of memory loss, it was pretty odd. Not only that, it was a perfectly good day - not one of the dismally grey days which we have to look forward to soon. It just wasn't appropriate for the world to end that day. And it didn't. I think.

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"Many can argue, not many converse."

• A. Bronson Alcott

La Biblioteca, the apartment in which I live, had a housewarming fandango last evening. Bacon, our cat, was ecstatic to see so many people. So ecstatic in fact, that she left out the front door at one point in the evening.

I was most personally satisfied that our apartment was successfully cleaned and presentable before the party. It seems a strange thing, but I walked the apartment, up and down, beer in hand, about 3 times before the party started - proudly strutting like the lead male of the pride, down our incredibly long hallway, looking at flickering candles, clean floors, nice music, and the occasional man on fire music video playing on the television. If no one had shown up to the party, I would have gone to sleep in my off-to-the-side bedroom a contented dweller.

Alas, people did show up! And most were very pleasant companions in our housewarming party journey. We had one character that showed up nearly on time and he held down the party with the three of us for the first hour or so. From there, more people scattered in and things became a bit more lively and smiley. A few guests were particularly strange - one said "man" as about every other word in conversation. It would seem that is a trend these days. Except, this particular "friend" used man in really strange conversations. At one point, no doubt encouraged by alcohol, he walked up to someone at the party and said "MAN! I heard you say something about freedom MAN, MAN tell me about freedom. Tell me everything you know MAN."

It's too bad this comment was made very near the end of the party, so I kind of helped usher this man out the door without fully realizing the extent to which we experience freedom. However, I don't think the party was long enough even if he asked the question right at the beginning and showed up before our other party-holder-downer first guest.

All in all, it was good. A small step in the party sense. A large step in the arrangement of household things. Hooray Martha Stewart.

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madness is radness

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"it's much easier to pick someone up if they are unconscious." - a sunday morning brunch comment that woke me up a bit.

so, who would have thought that Griese would go down and Rexie would have a chance, in the manyeth of his 11th hours, to redeem himself. did he? no. did i pick him up on my fantasy team to bench him just in case? yes.

see, i believe in hard work - and grossman works hard, so they say. i care not how many interceptions he has thrown, how silly he looks in interviews when people ask tough questions, how he seems to lack peripheral vision altogether, and i will trust that he can at least warm my hypothetical fantasy bench better than Damon Huard, who I had for quarterback this week (in place of Tom Brady who is on a bye week) and who earned a solemn negative 3 points for my team.

2 notes: 1. i'm still going to win this week. 2. just in case you're wondering, i'm 1st in my fantasy league, and i DO take pride in it. i like to tell random people on the street how hypothetically killer my team is, like the fine employees at Wendy's.

cheers.

obsessions with miniature balls of cheese

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"do you think i'm here for your entertainment? i ain't no fucking disney channel"
a quote from a poem at a conference at columbia. not exactly kid-appropriate, seeing as we brought high schoolers to it.

my roommate, mr. p-zip, got nintendo wii this week. that was especially fun, and a bit strange and unexpected. my favorite moments have been when playing tennis and flailing arms wildly, we have hit other people and things in the apartment - never causing permanant desctruction. in addition, when one of us plays near the net and keeps hitting the ball, we call them a "net-snake." now, i can't tell you why this is so funny, but it is. and you would understand if you were a net-snake as well.