Apostrophic Chunder

Asparagus, artichoke hearts, red pepper, asiago cheese, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, sea salt, fresh basil, and oregano.

I never had candles with different colored flames. Super Jealous.

Please check the number and try again. My education seems to be a long process of finding out how much more there is that I don't know anything about. I feel like my brain is akin to a camera shutter that gets cranked open a little wider and a little longer every time the button is pressed. We do nothing but absorb information all day every day anyway, but some of the sources are questionable. When you boil a jug and make tea of it all, all sources of information are questionable including the 5 senses that we've been blessed with. It's a lovely bunch of donuts that you can't ever really know anyone. We're just barely self-aware meat bags bumping into each other in the dark. "Monkeys in suits" as so eloquently stated in Guy Ritchie's Revolver. Not to go farther out on some other tangential limb, but I was walking on the indoor track at the gym today. Heaven forbid I should walk the concrete sidewalk or country road and look at something real in the bitter cold. I was thinking about our fat chair-polishing computer-fed asses and our tea parties with doilies and the rest of civilization (yeah the whole thing, just you know, on the head of a pin). It occurred to me that we do a lot to deny our instinctual urges and groom away our humble beginnings. Just quickly, in a sweeping generalization (love those, generally) man is still a cruel and deadly beast even in his three button disguise with his Starbucks latte and newspaper. Just push him over to self-preservation mode to see the animal. Back to the original thread though: It will be a long while before I ever sit back on my haunches and think I know a lot about anything again. It may just be never.

We only had whole wheat flour but they turned out well.

Sid cracks me on the gulliver to let me know he is still my main man in the cut.

It wants to use the pretty silver box to make copies of the sounds it makes on the pretty wooden box and wooden coily stringy things, crooning and that. But first there's another box and some more cordy viny pluggy wires and some silver donuts thats needy for the process so's the silvery box can make with the stealing of the sounds. Then it's sort of important to practice the croonin' and the strumming of the stringy things on the wooden sort of boxy. But not to get all of the items out of order like, had to put some newish high tension lines on it, and the other deeper louder rock fiddle in sore need of repairs withits buzzing fret. Man down the fiddle shop said he'd fixerup for it too. Got to strumming and sort of humming and whispering on Sunday, I did. But the arrangements don't make for much acoustical allowances ya know. There's the others to consider despite the twenty minutes of firewall between our cubby-spaces in the hoody-bye. Thems nice ones got the li'l yowler in the next one over too. We likes to have sing alongs and watchings of the skyence fission moving pictures like too. Anyways, bloggywog, just thought you should know we got the white lady here with us pounding away at the office and making them gold streets a big ol' slip n' slidy, but plenty of dusty pagies to turn and rough cuts to scribble down and ghost out back at the dormytory. Soone we'll be sort of distributing like all of the sing-alongs and scribblings, and then some splish splash canvasses too. Just you wait until she's all green agayn.

So. I'm taking a history class this semester that focuses on The Middle East. My history professor has unique and impressive credentials, like many such scholarly individuals. He held a post with the FBIS branch of the CIA for a bit, and we'll certainly hear some interesting tales related to that. He suggested that we start monitoring various news sources about the current state of affairs in the area. So I went home and did some searches on the DVR. I was not surprised to find that American News Media is giving a somewhat stunted and low calorie version of the ongoing Israeli/Palestinian conflict f*cking war(s), among other interesting stories. I recorded this Dan Rather report about our ongoing military presence and plan in Afghanistan, which is not technically in the Middle East, but pertinent all the same. I also started recording a daily show called Mosaic that gives English translations and English-speaking news broadcasts from all over the region, each with its own bias and unique vocabulary. Whatever, I just typed all that so I could give you the link: http://www.linktv.org/mosaic Also, if you are interested in this, try to find it on TV if you can instead of watching the little low res crap on the website. I'll be looking for more sources like this, including online newspapers. So if you know of a good one, give me a shout.

"You got to lay down and crawl up to the grass on ya belly.." -sid

Cup of coffee number two is telling me in a quiet but undeniably insane voice that my suggestion about webcams for new years does not add up. I drew a diagram for you blog, and it looks suspiciously like a picture of Ziggy, but with arrows and clouds. For a copy of the diagram, please send $2500.00 and SASE to my P.O. Box.

We went against the grain, against history, and against our peers. We took Mom, Brobo, and Ro (which now stands for Rosy Posy she tells me) out to eat at Union Jack, went over and did some Wii boxing and MarioKart, and then headed home quite early. We flipped back and forth between a few networks covering Times Square in HD. I felt like I was there! (as a ball of energy in the form of light) but I was glad I was on my couch. In NYC It was eh... 12 degrees but felt like zero with the wind chill. Doesn't that sound like fun? The tradition for me is to try and decide between two or three New Years parties (that I either had to invite myself to or it's a free for all anyway) and then decide too late and spend the ball dropping moments in the stupid car, on the way there or on my way to party number two from party number one, which was not to my liking for whatever reason. The tradition in general seems to be finding the largest group of people you know or sort of know or know to be fun happy-go-lucky drunkards and not complete sticks in the mud (no offense, sticks in the mud), and drink a lot of drinks, possibly dance, say some stuff you may or may not mean, countdown, cheer and kiss somebody (sometimes a stranger, sometimes someone who will later deny it, possibly your significant other) drink more drinks and somehow make it home safely. The tradition is stupid. I think this is something you should be able to telecommute to. Maybe have four webcams, and a four way split screen and be connected to four other intimate gatherings of other friends in other places that could not be with you. Or. Something. If you made it this far, you're just dying to find out my New Year's Resolutions. I'm pretty sure that resolutions are also a retarded tradition and should be chucked out with the rest of this rubbish we've trumped up over the last few hundred years. My resolutions are to try everything on the menu of the nearby Indian carry-out place, and to spend 2009 focusing mainly on being shallow, vain, and obsessed with my appearance and gentlemanly manners. So while you're all driving back and forth from the gym and going on diets that are basically self torture, I will be easily reaching my goals. I'm not gloating, just stating the facts here. Happy New Year, blog. I'm going to dismantle you before 2010 and go back off the grid.