on the way down to staunton, i played every version of Between the Bars i have on my ipod. I had one from To: Elliott, From: Portland by a girl named Amelia, and Chris Garneau's version and then the Original from Either/Or and the string quartet version by Vitamin. It's a good lineup, the takes are subtly different so that it's not like listening to the same track on repeat, but they're all saying more or less the same thing (...).
While we were waiting for the play to begin today the cast was standing on the balcony playing folksy covers. You may be expecting this by now, but it was a surprise to me at the time when Poins/The Earl of Douglas launched into a rendition of Between the Bars. It wasn't perfect, but it's the thought that counts, and something about seeing people dressed in Elizabethan garb playing minstrel-y instruments made it special.
Since i've been home i downloaded metric's acoustic take. I'll be on the lookout for others as well.
drink up one more time
and I'll make you mine.
keep you apart
deep in my heart.
separate from the rest
where I like you the best
and keep the things you forgot
9.6.09
(weep wow...)
Here's the route google suggests from Union Jack's to my house.
Here's the route I took.
Here's the route I took.
21.4.09
(live)
i'm a bit amused that the bulk of my ads are for sleep related products. i'm somewhat fixated on sleep in life, but i wasn't specifically aware of blogging on the subject. i'm also interested to know that i've gotten 80 page impressions since i started with the ads. that strikes me as a fairly small number, but more than i would have expected. in particular, i know of three people who read this with any regularity. maybe there are others hanging out unbeknownst to me.
meanwhile, i'm watching the cavs, and i have the terrible impression that alex's sports pessimism is rubbing off on me. it's too easy for them, and it's eerie. i know they're supposed to roll in this series, but i almost trusted the cavs better as underdogs getting by on pure lebron magic. and just as i'm getting around to typing this the cavs are blowing their huge lead. i'm still confident they'll pull this one out tonight, so i guess i haven't gone all the way over to the pessimist dark side.
meanwhile, i'm watching the cavs, and i have the terrible impression that alex's sports pessimism is rubbing off on me. it's too easy for them, and it's eerie. i know they're supposed to roll in this series, but i almost trusted the cavs better as underdogs getting by on pure lebron magic. and just as i'm getting around to typing this the cavs are blowing their huge lead. i'm still confident they'll pull this one out tonight, so i guess i haven't gone all the way over to the pessimist dark side.
30.3.09
(false advertising)
i just noticed that i can have ads on my site. not that i want to sell out or think that enough people read this that it's worth anything to me. in fact, i pretty specifically don't want ads on my site.
there more to it though (which ultimately culminates with my decision to enable ads). for one, i think that ads actually tend to inform a site's content. you write about haruki murakami and get links to buy his books. and then there's the unintentionally fitting ones, like links to rehabs clinics and crisis centers beside elliott smith lyrics on songmeanings. finally, i'm curious what they'll come up with. i've written about all kinds of fairly irrelevant and esoteric topics (see: drowning cats, mike draper), so who knows what inspiration i may derive from adsenses machinations. i'll find out in the next 48 hours, at which point i may or may not end the experiment.
there more to it though (which ultimately culminates with my decision to enable ads). for one, i think that ads actually tend to inform a site's content. you write about haruki murakami and get links to buy his books. and then there's the unintentionally fitting ones, like links to rehabs clinics and crisis centers beside elliott smith lyrics on songmeanings. finally, i'm curious what they'll come up with. i've written about all kinds of fairly irrelevant and esoteric topics (see: drowning cats, mike draper), so who knows what inspiration i may derive from adsenses machinations. i'll find out in the next 48 hours, at which point i may or may not end the experiment.
(clever title)
i found this article on a statistics blog i follow. it's a discussion of various authors and the merits of their titles, interesting to me because i've always assessed myself as an adept titler and a mediocre writer. there's an implicit critique there, like titles:work::style:substance. not that i'm so down on myself about it. i just like that someone else noticed.
27.3.09
(arpeggios!)
i will make no attempt to disguise my excitement.
i'm in chicago with several of my coworkers for exam seminars. exciting because we're out of the office, lame because it's still pretty much work, even through the weekend.
we're on the train into the city, and somehow daft punk comes up and i casually mention interstella5555 and mac's casually all 'i've been watching that constantly recently'. long story short, as soon as we get to the hotel we order the dvd off amazon, scheduled to arrive at our hotel saturday. plans to buy beer and get everyone in our room to watch it. ridiculous and awesome.
now, after pizza, we're falling asleep listening to one more time and aerodynamic. i'm indescribably satisfied.
goodnight.
i'm in chicago with several of my coworkers for exam seminars. exciting because we're out of the office, lame because it's still pretty much work, even through the weekend.
we're on the train into the city, and somehow daft punk comes up and i casually mention interstella5555 and mac's casually all 'i've been watching that constantly recently'. long story short, as soon as we get to the hotel we order the dvd off amazon, scheduled to arrive at our hotel saturday. plans to buy beer and get everyone in our room to watch it. ridiculous and awesome.
now, after pizza, we're falling asleep listening to one more time and aerodynamic. i'm indescribably satisfied.
goodnight.
25.2.09
23.2.09
(there is a grape in the drinking fountain)
there was mold on both of the bagels left in my cube this morning, tying them together with bridge of fungus. i was talking to don barksdale and cutting the moldy bits apart and then he wished me luck and went away. i finished the temp tee, and it was delicious despite inauspicious (moldy) beginnings.
you always say that these posts make no sense. just wanted to let you know that sometimes 'you' is you too.
in a more lucid turn, i wanted to talk about what stick shift means to driving. the main difference, to me, is that driving automatic is a game of continuity, steady pressures, gradual change. a good driver never makes a sudden move, like slamming on a pedal or swerving the wheel. on the other hand, inside of the car are these discrete gears and it's impossible to be anything but sudden. with automatic transmission, the car does it's own thing with smoothing the transitions and you don't even notice the barely averted violence in every clutch and release. driving standard, all the jumps are at your fingertips. it feels good to mix the smoothness of the engine and the car down the road with the chop and stutter of the gears, and there's something magical in the moment where the clutch starts to disengage and the engine begins to take the burden of the wheels. if you've never done it before i can show you how.
tomorrow there will be no moldy bagel, since i threw the other twin away. i'll have soy milk and another grapefruit, which is certainly enough.
you always say that these posts make no sense. just wanted to let you know that sometimes 'you' is you too.
in a more lucid turn, i wanted to talk about what stick shift means to driving. the main difference, to me, is that driving automatic is a game of continuity, steady pressures, gradual change. a good driver never makes a sudden move, like slamming on a pedal or swerving the wheel. on the other hand, inside of the car are these discrete gears and it's impossible to be anything but sudden. with automatic transmission, the car does it's own thing with smoothing the transitions and you don't even notice the barely averted violence in every clutch and release. driving standard, all the jumps are at your fingertips. it feels good to mix the smoothness of the engine and the car down the road with the chop and stutter of the gears, and there's something magical in the moment where the clutch starts to disengage and the engine begins to take the burden of the wheels. if you've never done it before i can show you how.
tomorrow there will be no moldy bagel, since i threw the other twin away. i'll have soy milk and another grapefruit, which is certainly enough.
18.2.09
(my phone is sweet)
"You can want to be like Allen Iverson, but I don't think people should try to be like Allen Iverson. I think people should be better than Allen Iverson."
I never ran into you again after we were at costco, but i suppose you had mad adventures.
i came home and put the stuff away and then went and told bonnie (my neighbor) that my phone had come through. I also went because i wanted to see eamonn (my baby neighbor) and because dave and i decided to invite them over (jim too! but he wasn't there) for dinner next thursday. they're coming.
not many exciting things happened last night. i only read national geographic (the parts about arctic exploration) and talked to my mom.
(god in french is dieu)
I was thinking that's it's a funny act to watch someone read. specifically if they're browsing wikipedia pages. because you can't tell what they're thinking, only where they go, and there are the (relatively) long pauses while they just read and think. it's interesting because it's such a different experience for the reader himself, because he's in it. driving and unaware of the act.
i'm facebook messaging back and forth with mme. suskin, my high school french teacher. she's sweet, and i hadn't heard from her in a while. it's also fun to play in french, and i'm certainly conscious of being much more fluent than i was in high school. it's very a satisfying exercise, because it's also an implicit compliment of her teaching, which was excellent. she'll also be in france when i am, which could make for some interesting times. i may or may not go to new york again sooner to hang out. she even offered her canapé.
I never ran into you again after we were at costco, but i suppose you had mad adventures.
i came home and put the stuff away and then went and told bonnie (my neighbor) that my phone had come through. I also went because i wanted to see eamonn (my baby neighbor) and because dave and i decided to invite them over (jim too! but he wasn't there) for dinner next thursday. they're coming.
not many exciting things happened last night. i only read national geographic (the parts about arctic exploration) and talked to my mom.
(god in french is dieu)
I was thinking that's it's a funny act to watch someone read. specifically if they're browsing wikipedia pages. because you can't tell what they're thinking, only where they go, and there are the (relatively) long pauses while they just read and think. it's interesting because it's such a different experience for the reader himself, because he's in it. driving and unaware of the act.
i'm facebook messaging back and forth with mme. suskin, my high school french teacher. she's sweet, and i hadn't heard from her in a while. it's also fun to play in french, and i'm certainly conscious of being much more fluent than i was in high school. it's very a satisfying exercise, because it's also an implicit compliment of her teaching, which was excellent. she'll also be in france when i am, which could make for some interesting times. i may or may not go to new york again sooner to hang out. she even offered her canapé.
12.2.09
(quotes)
"People may not be buried there, and so those who fall gravely ill must be taken to another part of Norway, where they can be buried if they die."
"When I was 14, I was given the task of drowning kittens by my girlfriend's mother. I filled the large laundry sink with room temperature water and held the eight kittens under. The strange thing is that as each one died and floated to the bottom, it turned and rested 'snuggled' to the previous. I put them in a garbage bag and was carrying it out when the bag moved and I heard a meow. I opened the bag and found one kitten had survived so I drowned it again."
i wish i didn't have to be awake at work tomorrow.
"When I was 14, I was given the task of drowning kittens by my girlfriend's mother. I filled the large laundry sink with room temperature water and held the eight kittens under. The strange thing is that as each one died and floated to the bottom, it turned and rested 'snuggled' to the previous. I put them in a garbage bag and was carrying it out when the bag moved and I heard a meow. I opened the bag and found one kitten had survived so I drowned it again."
i wish i didn't have to be awake at work tomorrow.
18.1.09
(deep thoughts)
ben roethlisberger = phil mickelson = hugh grant
this week i've come to hate the sound of a tv that i'm not watching. this is mostly the case of people wearing their work clothes and not sweating in the gym, using bad form on the weights and watching judge joe brown with the volume up. that and sarah watching a three hour backlog of real housewives of orange county (also with the volume up) while i'm trying to sleep, and then commenting on how trashy it is when i walk by.
this week i've come to hate the sound of a tv that i'm not watching. this is mostly the case of people wearing their work clothes and not sweating in the gym, using bad form on the weights and watching judge joe brown with the volume up. that and sarah watching a three hour backlog of real housewives of orange county (also with the volume up) while i'm trying to sleep, and then commenting on how trashy it is when i walk by.
12.1.09
( )
possible titles for this post
(l'alcool est mon ennemi. fuir son ennemi c'est lâche)
(top ten disembodied voices)
(the pirate ride metaphor)
(mike mccright and the georgia doi)
(less soothing, but in a good way)
(poisonous berries)
(everyone's heart beat's electrical)
(in her morning banana)
(l'alcool est mon ennemi. fuir son ennemi c'est lâche)
(top ten disembodied voices)
(the pirate ride metaphor)
(mike mccright and the georgia doi)
(less soothing, but in a good way)
(poisonous berries)
(everyone's heart beat's electrical)
(in her morning banana)
10.1.09
(dig it up, bury it somewhere else, pay someone to guard it)
When I was in the shower today, I was thinking about this book I'm reading, 'The Nuclear Age' by Tim O'Brien, and how it would make a good movie. Cinematic and all. He's talking about the mountains above the town where the action takes place, which made me think of Dante's peak, which Thomas and I watched a couple weeks ago. I remembered the scene where Pierce Brosnan et al. are on a boat crossing a lake that's turned acidic from the volcano and the boat is corroding away and I thought that if anyone wanted to make a serious attempt to boat on an acid lake they'd get a gold plated boat, which reminded me of the time, junior year of high school, when I wanted to make aqua regia to dissolve gold and it never happened because no one had any good leaf handy, which reminded me of the part in gravity's rainbow where the guy gets a bottle of aqua regia poured over his head. somewhere in here I carefully washed both ears.
I was out today with Joey and Thomas eating Haagen-Dazs and the value of gold came up, prompting me to give the preceding explanation. Welcome to my mind.
I was out today with Joey and Thomas eating Haagen-Dazs and the value of gold came up, prompting me to give the preceding explanation. Welcome to my mind.
(32s and hoes?)
One weird development in my life is a tendency to leave things at the grocery store checkout. At least four times since I've moved here, I've arrived at home only to realize that I had less food than I'd paid for. I don't have a satisfactory explanation for the phenomenon, except perhaps that I'm supremely relaxed while I'm shopping. Once I arrived home with eight cans of someone else's tuna and a bunch of bananas. I hope they didn't mind too much, and they enjoyed my eggs.
I've never told you about Snider's, the grocery store down the way. It's my new favorite - closer than Giant and Safeway and without the cheesy signage &c. It's got a good deli, a wide selection of European foods and things like La Yogurt Sabor Latino, which are delicious. Also, unlike aforementioned chains, Snider's sells alcohol. It's rare to find something so appealing and convenient in the absence of high price and/or smugness.
The reason I thought of all of this is I just got back from Snider's in the rain and I was afraid that I'd left a couple of the bottles of malt liquor that I'd picked up for Mac's party tonight. Thankfully I hadn't, but it was luck more than diligence that made it so. Also, I don't know if it's a quirk of Maryland law or just a regional preference, but the malt liquor at Snider's is all in 32 ounce bottles. Michelob and Budweiser are still in 40s, but Olde English and Schlitz is 32s. So if you happen to run into me and I'm eight ounces less drunk than you'd expect, there's the culprit.
EDIT: check it out: SNIDER'S
I've never told you about Snider's, the grocery store down the way. It's my new favorite - closer than Giant and Safeway and without the cheesy signage &c. It's got a good deli, a wide selection of European foods and things like La Yogurt Sabor Latino, which are delicious. Also, unlike aforementioned chains, Snider's sells alcohol. It's rare to find something so appealing and convenient in the absence of high price and/or smugness.
The reason I thought of all of this is I just got back from Snider's in the rain and I was afraid that I'd left a couple of the bottles of malt liquor that I'd picked up for Mac's party tonight. Thankfully I hadn't, but it was luck more than diligence that made it so. Also, I don't know if it's a quirk of Maryland law or just a regional preference, but the malt liquor at Snider's is all in 32 ounce bottles. Michelob and Budweiser are still in 40s, but Olde English and Schlitz is 32s. So if you happen to run into me and I'm eight ounces less drunk than you'd expect, there's the culprit.
EDIT: check it out: SNIDER'S
6.1.09
(There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy)
One conclusion I've drawn from watching The Twilight Zone is that people in 1960 were less observant, critical thinkers than you and I are. That or it's a plot device. I've also concluded that The Twilight Zone is an awesome show.
In unrelated news, can anyone explain why the Celtics can't win? I don't mind so much. It's just a litte disconcerting.
In unrelated news, can anyone explain why the Celtics can't win? I don't mind so much. It's just a litte disconcerting.
(VEE Liveblog)
This feels like watching all six star wars movies in a row, except with corporate finance. These are the moments in life that I choose to record. Also, it feels totally wrong to write six star wars movies, but watching the trilogy in one sitting doesn't have the same level of commitment to unreasonability.
923: Utility of internet falls below utility of starting to work. I'm about to begin Module 18 (of 24). I suspect that this is the point in the course where it gets a little ballsy. I'll explain. After five modules, the author disclaims that those were an introduction, and it's about to get a little hairier. After module fourteen, the author says something to the extent of "now that we've got the basics out of the way, bring on the 'nads." Several chapters later, I'm still waiting for them to drop. Up to now the modules have been 4-8 pages long, and this one's in the 20-30 range, so i'm thinking this might be the one.
935: I realize I've wasted 12 minutes talking figuratively about testes (which makes me think of boggle [thanks alex]). I get started.
1022: I've finished module 18. still no sign of balls, but I did realize I'd inadvertantly skipped module 17, so I'll be going back for that one next. I'm feeling gross and unshowered, but hygiene will have to wait.
1040: Well, that was fast. Feels as good as fast-forwarding through the second half of phantom menace. I'm going to shower, put some pants on, eat something, then take on the last quarter of this course.
1125: I'm clean, fed, and wearing my new red shorts. Game on.
1229: Module 19 was the least fun module to date. Hopefully I learned something. I'm now through most of the three-odd hours of four tet on my computer. The next modules are about option pricing, which is a fairly testicular subject, though one I'm somewhat familiar with. We'll see how it goes.
1339: That didn't actually take an hour, i was playing final fantasy 9 for about half of that (needed handwriting rest after 19!). I was going to make some observations about my noise-cancelling headphones, but that's a stiff enough digression to wait for another post. now, oreos and module 21.
1408: In this episode, we have an N (14) part homework assignment. Am unamused.
1427: Not too inspired about these last three. At least it's only three left. I'm done with Four Tet, So I'll have to find something else. I'll be back.
...
1545: Back and ready to rock. I'm working the kinks out of a new playlist, which is an fair trade for having to sit for as long as I have been.
1620: Since I did 18 before 17, I was considering doing 24 before 23 to keep things fresh, but then I looked and it turns out that 24 has no homework*. Bookshakalaka. So I'm rounding the corner, ready to to take on module 23, which, to my eye, is replete with cajoñes. I'm feeling nasty enough to be up to the challenge.
1733: Donzo. I'll probably look over a practice exam later, maybe even module 24 if i'm feeling charitable. Until then I'll be scratching my legs, generally pleased with myself.
*Is that like fast forwarding through the end of return of the jedi? could be i've taken this too far.
923: Utility of internet falls below utility of starting to work. I'm about to begin Module 18 (of 24). I suspect that this is the point in the course where it gets a little ballsy. I'll explain. After five modules, the author disclaims that those were an introduction, and it's about to get a little hairier. After module fourteen, the author says something to the extent of "now that we've got the basics out of the way, bring on the 'nads." Several chapters later, I'm still waiting for them to drop. Up to now the modules have been 4-8 pages long, and this one's in the 20-30 range, so i'm thinking this might be the one.
935: I realize I've wasted 12 minutes talking figuratively about testes (which makes me think of boggle [thanks alex]). I get started.
1022: I've finished module 18. still no sign of balls, but I did realize I'd inadvertantly skipped module 17, so I'll be going back for that one next. I'm feeling gross and unshowered, but hygiene will have to wait.
1040: Well, that was fast. Feels as good as fast-forwarding through the second half of phantom menace. I'm going to shower, put some pants on, eat something, then take on the last quarter of this course.
1125: I'm clean, fed, and wearing my new red shorts. Game on.
1229: Module 19 was the least fun module to date. Hopefully I learned something. I'm now through most of the three-odd hours of four tet on my computer. The next modules are about option pricing, which is a fairly testicular subject, though one I'm somewhat familiar with. We'll see how it goes.
1339: That didn't actually take an hour, i was playing final fantasy 9 for about half of that (needed handwriting rest after 19!). I was going to make some observations about my noise-cancelling headphones, but that's a stiff enough digression to wait for another post. now, oreos and module 21.
1408: In this episode, we have an N (14) part homework assignment. Am unamused.
1427: Not too inspired about these last three. At least it's only three left. I'm done with Four Tet, So I'll have to find something else. I'll be back.
...
1545: Back and ready to rock. I'm working the kinks out of a new playlist, which is an fair trade for having to sit for as long as I have been.
1620: Since I did 18 before 17, I was considering doing 24 before 23 to keep things fresh, but then I looked and it turns out that 24 has no homework*. Bookshakalaka. So I'm rounding the corner, ready to to take on module 23, which, to my eye, is replete with cajoñes. I'm feeling nasty enough to be up to the challenge.
1733: Donzo. I'll probably look over a practice exam later, maybe even module 24 if i'm feeling charitable. Until then I'll be scratching my legs, generally pleased with myself.
*Is that like fast forwarding through the end of return of the jedi? could be i've taken this too far.
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