Thursday, September 07, 2006

"the night time was painted black with fun . . . and in bars drunk we knew it all"


new york was rads. i got to see literally 20 people that i'm buddies with (now scattered in new york, dc, new orleans and new haven, all up in the city for the weekend). i booted after a jager shot at 5 am on sunday and then happily rallied with an amstel light. i laughed in shock at all of the gore in this play and at the muppet sex in this one. i got a shitty cold because it rained pretty much every day. i had to listen to some hostile zombie bitches argue with me about how asthma and arthritis and allergies are psychosomatic (and can be cured by clearing your engrams) at the scientology center in times square. i met and rode the subway with this guy and colbert's "black friend." i got my hair trimmed for $70 before tip (whyyyyyy do i never ask before i sit in the chair????). i scored pe a $5 pashmina from a guy selling them off of a card table, as per her request. i ate pizza and indian and portugese tapas. my liver is shot. i am exhausted. i would so live in new york - but only if i made about $3 million a year. otherwise, it just wouldn't work.

anyway, back to chicago, back to work, back to zzzzzzzzzz.

this hangman game is pretty entertaining.

here is an article about sacha baron cohen and the new borat movie.

more info on the 18-year-old kidnapped and held captive since she was 10 - read here. i'm sorry i called her a stockholm syndrome case a few days ago. i'm also sorry that i bothered to even post about the freakshow who confessed to killing jonbenet when all he really wanted was a flight out of thailand, where he would not have been happy in prison there on charges that he was fondling little girls. skin crawling.

okay, i'm boring myself. i feel like crap. i'm not bothering with work tomorrow. too much vacation requires a few days off from work.

lyrics of the raveonette's "new york was great"

And New York was great and we loved it all
And New York was great and we loved it all
But time was riding fast upon my shoulders
What a shame

The night time was painted black with fun
The night time was painted black with fun
But all the time the light shone through it all
What a drag

And in bars drunk we knew it all
And in bars drunk we knew it all
And promises we spilled out in the night
What a trip

And the stars we plucked from great black skies
And the stars we plucked from New York skies
We placed them all in front of us and laughed
What a trip

2 comments:

whoami123 said...

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We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

SarahReznor said...

i think she is a stockholm syndrome case - a little. but i feel really bad for her, god knows what that psycho did to her...