Two things:
1) Get Shorty is a highly entertaining movie. Easily one of my favorites within the “ganster” genre.
2) I had a blood test on Friday that returned 112,000. Although this is just a little shy of a normal count (150,000-400,000), it’s the highest count I’ve had, without drugs, since my Junior year. In essence, this means that the chapter in my life on Medical Enigma #2 has been drawn to a close. And that’s a wonderful, comforting feeling.
“Lying on my back facing the cloud cluttered sky, I noticed the
reddened orange sand beneath my fisted fingers was a perfect
match for the angry scarlet sky above me. I asked them to get
married and to make me a god. It didn’t work; it wasn’t worth
asking. I felt my heart rise with the wind in high hopes, only
to dive headfirst down the world’s highest cliff, throwing me
onto an all-eyes pedestal right outside of hell. I blink, and
I am wide awake again, staring straight into that angry scarlet
sky. Sleep, a lethal trap for someone so short on time.“
-Sean Gonsior
I found it appropriate that “WC3” is not containted within the default Microsoft spell-check dictionary for Outlook Express 6. “What? WC3? Standards? No, thank you very much, WE set the standards!!”
Last night’s electrical storm was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. And that’s not an exageration.
The game of Ultimate last night was pretty sweet. We had four cars and a soccer field, so at just past dusk we all pulled up, turned our bright beams on to the field, and then proceeded to play for an hour. Sadly, Sagar’s team won out, but Sean, Josh, Alan and I did manage to put up quite a valient effort. =)
Starting at about 5:30PM tomorrow (Friday) there will be people hanging out in Lions park. There will be a couple slack lines, a frisbee or two, barbeque, and plenty of good tunes. It should be a good time.
Feel free to show up. If you want to bring something, just give me a call at 630-5958 to give me a heads up.
“They were savage and bitter, especially the middle-aged and
the old, and had been made so by boredom and disappointment.
All their lives they had slaved at some kind of dull, heavy labor,
behind desks and counters, in the fields and at tedious machines
of all sorts, saving their pennies and dreaming of the leisure that
would be theirs when they had enough. Finally that day came.
They could draw a weekly income of ten or fifteen dollars. Where
else should they go but California, the land of sunshine and
oranges?
Once there, they discover that sunshine isn’t enough. They get
tired of oranges, even of avocado pears and passion fruit. Nothing
happens. They don’t know what to do with their time. They
haven’t the mental equipment for leisure, the money nor the
physical equipment for pleasure. Did they slave so long just to go
to an occasional Iowa picnic? What else is there? They watch the
waves come in at Venice. There wasn’t any ocean where most of
them came from, but after you’ve seen one wave, you’ve seen
them all. The same is true of the airplanes at Glendale. If only a
plane would crash once in a while so that they could watch the
passengers being consumed in a “holocaust of flame,” as the
newspapers put it. But the planes never crash.
Their boredom becomes more and more terrible. They realize
that they’ve been tricked and burn with resentment. Every day of
their lives they read the newspapers and went to the movies.
Both fed them on lynchings, murder, sex crimes, explosions,
wrecks, love nests, fires, miracles, revolutions, wars. This daily
diet made sophisticates of them. The sun is a joke. Oranges can’t
titillate their jaded palates. Nothing can ever be violent enough to
make taut their slack minds and bodies. They have been cheated
and betrayed. They have slaved and saved for nothing.”
-Nathanael West, The Day of the Locust