Tuesday, December 30, 2003
WHAT A WAY TO SPEND YOUR WEEKEND
Especially funny if you recognize the perp's name, like I do.
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
ACTUAL BATHROOM READING OF CAPTAIN INERTIA OVER PAST 10 DAYS:
All of these were found in a pile by the john:
Shadowrun role-playing game, player's handbook, 2nd edition, by FASA . (Not that I play anymore, I hasten to add, but it's still fun reading.)
"The Neo-Anarchist's Guide to Real Life," Shadowrun supplement, by FASA. Ditto.
Rolling Stone magazine, June 2001. The Rock is on the cover.
Rolling Stone magazine, June 1997. Sandra Bullock (!) is on the cover.
First Things magazine, May 1990. Third issue ever. (Warning: hyper-conservative link!)
"Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business." Neil Postman, 1986.
"Crisp Toasts: Wonderful Words that Add Wit and Class Every Time you Raise Your Glass." Edited by Wm. R. Evans III and Andrew Frothingham. High school graduation gift. Yes, it is edited by a man named "Frothingham."
Make of this what you will.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
HILARIOUS GI JOE SHORT FILMS
Some comedic genius took the old GI Joe PSAs from my childhood and edited them together with new dialogue. The effect is bizarre, sometimes foul-mouthed, and the funniest thing I've seen in six months. I cried at three of the five films I've seen, and one (the one where the kid falls on the ice) made me cry TWICE. I urge you to check it out, with the caveat that you have to have Apple Quicktime or be willing to download it (that means you, Elizabeth!). Via my friend Charlie, who is a genius.
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
ME AND THE WORRY BATTERY
I've come to the conclusion that I have a worry battery. I charge it up, and then I fuel myself on it for a while--worry about life, faith, whatever--and when it's all used up, it shuts down for a while. But only to re-charge. And in a few hours or a few days, it's back again, worrying away at full strength. Last night I had a conversation with Dad about some things that have been on my mind, and that relaxed me a little bit--but only temporarily. Today I'm back in freak-out territory again.
I'm in the process of applying to divinity school--emails have been sent, recommendations will be gotten, forms have been obtained.
But I am flipping out. I can't figure out if I should go or not. I can't figure out if I want to go into ordained ministry or not. I can't figure if I were to be ordained, what denomination I should be ordained in. But I'm scared to back out--I've talked to a couple people about this to get their input and support, and I'm embarassed to call a halt to the whole process. Plus, being the perennial wuss that I am, I'm not convinced that taking another year to think and pray about things would bring any clarity. I always freak out when making big decisions; maybe I just need to bite the bullet and accept the current level of uncertainty and risk. Right?
I am not big enough to make this decision. I am not smart enough, or wise enough, or good enough. I am stressed and scared. Fuck.
If you pray, please pray for me. I need 'em.
Friday, December 05, 2003
SAN FRAN CHRONICLE SERIES ON CHRONICALLY HOMELESS
Amazing and compelling, but very, very sad. I want to write some more about this but I need to digest it all first. Via Sursum Corda.
Thursday, December 04, 2003
BOSTON ARCHDIOCESE SELLS RESIDENCE
Big ups to Abp. Sean O'Malley for doing this. At the very least, this is an important symbolic gesture after all the indifference and arrogance that came before under Law.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
MY NAME IS DAVE, AND I HAVE A PROBLEM:
I bite my nails. A lot. Usually, though, the nails are so short that I switch to biting the skin around my nails, causing them to bleed. Jeez.
I mention this because I'm on my way to this place in a little bit, and I have to remember to be careful not to get any salsa on my fingers...hot salsa + tender skin = painful burning sensation.
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Yesterday, at the grocery store with the finest music in all NYC (sample: Jackson 5 version of "Rockin' Robin"), I purchased (among other things) 4 cans of sliced peaches and pears, 4 cans of Chunky Soup, and two ginormous containers of hummus. It seems that most of what I eat these days can be divided into two categories: things that come out of cans, and things that I eat with hummus.
I used to cook. I used to cook real food: pasta (with pasta sauce ala Dave), Spanish rice, rice and beans, asparagus with lemon...none of it rocket science, but at least it was real. This has changed. Ever since I've started living alone, it's been a choice between Chunky Soup and Tribe of Three Sheiks. Yesterday for dinner, I had a bagel with hummos, some yogurt, and then another bagel with hummos. Why am I so weird? Argh.