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[16 Jul 2007|02:43pm] |
I got back from Chicago at 4 AM today, but I surprisingly slept for most of the voyage home. While in the Windy City, I had conducted (what I interpret as) a successful job interview at a non-profit working out of Northwestern University. I also attended the Pitchfork Music Festival, where I saw Sonic Youth, the GZA, Stephen Malkmus, De La Soul, Battles, Califone, Clipse, and many others. The eating out was delicious and often.
So hopefully the interview will generate a real job for me. If that is the case, then all that I need is a place to live, but from what I have seen on the internet, finding a decent, cheap place will not be all that difficult. Target moving time is the first week of September.
Matt returns from Germany very soon as well.
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[25 Apr 2007|08:20pm] |
I will get around to making a detailed post about my European adventure when I get the pictures back from the photo lab. Needless to say, it was an amazing time.
Summer's just about here, but today it feels like autumn outside.
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[15 Mar 2007|01:24am] |
No elliptically sad postings this time 'round for me. How can I do that when three weeks of Berlin, Zurich, maybe Budapest (and maybe more than that) is squarely in my visual field?! All that holds me back is my now one week tardy passport, but some targeted bitching at the federal building tomorrow ought to do the trick.
Then. I will probably read more of The Idiot, drink coffee, smoke a cigar, ride my bike, read more of Naming and Necessity, and watch some shitty TV (Cheaters!) with Paige, who is still recovering from what the doctor said was the flu, but I think is the plague. Place to live in the summertime: done. Real grown-uppy job as a legal assistant for the summertime: still working on it. At least some proto-groundwork established or the move to Chicago: done. Pitchfork Fest 2007/ATP "Don't Look Back" tickets: purchased.
Other upcoming events:
LIGHTNING BOLT (w/ Prurient) at the Museum of Contemporary Art Detroit. March 30th.
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| Girl Talk |
[18 Feb 2007|11:38pm] |
Girl Talk was way fun. Here are two pictures, neither of which has much to do with the show itself.  We are dance superheroes. Clockwise from left: Jeff, Jim, Everett, Nicole, Paige, me, Mike, Elliott (Emily is in the background).  (A blurry rendition of) Paige and myself at Rachel and Emily's house after the show. All in all, a gnarly time. |
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[15 Feb 2007|06:14pm] |
Yesterday was the first Valentine's Day I have had reason to celebrate. And it was a good time. I borrowed Robbie Linn's car and went to Detroit with Paige. We went to Mexican Village (to those who don't know, it's a restaurant on the southwest side) wherein we ate a delicious and surprisingly inexpensive dinner (two entrees, two margaritas, and a beer = $25). Not the most romantic of settings, to be sure, but what can you do? It's not like I'm swimming in cash at the moment.
After dinner, I gave Paige a thirty minute driving tour of downtown Detroit, which included Eastern Market, all of the Albert Kahn designed buildings in the New Center area, and the birthplace of the coney dog. Then we drove up Cass to the Wayne State campus where we had a brief visit to Jim's apartment and proceeded to meet up with Andy Linn for a beer at the Bronx Bar.
After that, drove home and slept in. I smoked a cigar and shot the shit for an hour-and-a-half at Maison Edwards, and now I'm here.
Tomorrow: Girl Talk with Wolf Eyes at the Michigan League.
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[02 Feb 2007|01:49am] |
I have the next two days off work, and after a 50 hour week, it will be welcome. The 1/2ass reeled me back in for 10 hours a week; the new manager didn't want to train somebody new (and J. Walls got a gig doing graphic design) and offered me $12/hour, which I really couldn't say no to. Don't get me wrong -- I feel lame as fuck and old when I'm there. But at least I'm the boss when I work, and it's just two days a week, and it ain't that bad.
I got 5 lbs. of Italian roast in from Maison-Edwards yesterday. Damn fine coffee.
So tomorrow, I'm doing my passport application for Euroland and reading Frege for my phil. of language seminar. And I need to make reservations somewhere for Valentine's Day. My "this-and-that" life is kind of boring, but at least it's comfortable for the moment.
Oh, and I might live with K T and Jessica McJewface for a month or two in the Chi this summer.
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| New Year |
[02 Jan 2007|10:13pm] |
So I'm in my new place now. It's all right, especially since I'm the only one home for the next few days. Uncle Evan Williams is keeping my company. (For those who don't know, it's a cheap brand of whiskey.)
Saw D. Faichney and B. Wiers a few days back. We went to Old Town and had some larffs.
I celebrated New Year's Eve with my brother, Steven, Jim Christie, and Lil' Scotty. We got shitfaced (and Jim and I took a trip to Truth And Beauty Land) and went to Nomo. Scotty projectile vomitted on the fancy restaurants on Main Street.
Resolutions:
- Cook more often!
- Financial independence!
- No more smoking!
I'll probably think of some others.
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| R.I.P. |
[25 Dec 2006|12:52pm] |
James Brown
Merry Christmas to all. I got a French press. Oh, and I am officially 100% done with college.
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[18 Dec 2006|10:23pm] |
Sleeping = weakness
I shook Mary Sue's hand! It was kind of clammy.
My 97-year-old great-great-aunt sent me a $10 check for graduation. How thoughtful!
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[14 Dec 2006|06:13pm] |
Things left to do in order to officially have my A.B.:
- Write some more shit about moral psychology for my moral realism seminar.
- Write some shit about Hume for my 18th century philosophy seminar.
- Write some shit about the Liar Paradox (for the layperson, define the Liar Sentence "L" as the following. L: This sentence is not true. Is L true or false? Paradoxes is the funnest!) and modal realism for my epistemology and metaphysics class.
- Write some shit for Detroit class.
I'm about 80% sure that I'm going to audit Phil 408: Philosophy of Language next semester, so I guess I'm not really going to be done with school quite yet.
I am starting to think that I am going to apply to Western Michigan University's and Tufts University's terminal M.A. programs for 2008. Hoorah Hoorah.
Graduation ceremonies are on Sunday. Pictures will be forthcoming. I'm even going to get a haircut.
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[09 Dec 2006|05:53pm] |
So eleven more days of college left. I just need to get through my three remaining papers, one exam, and three CDs ( = "Compact Discussion," basically a formalized thought experiment for one of my philosophy professors) and I will be all graduated and shit.
I saw Califone with Benoit Pilouard (aka Tom Meluch) last night. In the Union. Weird, huh? What's even weirder is that GIRL TALK is playing there in February with Wolf Eyes as the opener.
I was going to post a link to a video of that senior citizen choir covering Sonic Youth's "Schizophrenia," but I'll pass.
In other news, it's cold.
[EDIT] Complete non sequitor rant. WHY do people seem to like the new Mel Gibson movie "Apocalypto" (excuse me, "Mel Gibson's Apocalypto" -- glad to see that at least he's still modest)? I saw this pile of shit a week-and-a-half ago at a free showing in Ann Arbor. It was the most long-winded, disjointed, nonsensical gallery of wound and torture porn that I've ever seen. The only good part was when the bad guys were sacrificing the good guys to their god Kulkuk (or something like that), and when the priest ripped out one of the dude's hearts, the linguistic anthropology professor behind me who gave a talk about the anthropological work done in reconstructing protoMayan for the film went, "Huh huh, I heart Kulkuk." OK, end non sequitor mini-rant.
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[19 Nov 2006|10:55pm] |
Normally I'm not one for straightforward "I did this, I did that" accounts of my day-to-day doings on the interweb, but yesterday to this afternoon was particularly gnarly. After a spell at work, I went to Detroit with some folks. We went to Jim and John's apartment in midtown, drove around Belle Isle and the RenCen area, all the while playing "spot the shadiness." I had to be the grumpy old grandpa and dissuade the crew from attending a "futuristic party" that Jim and John knew about, but I did not desire to be in a weird place where I didn't know many people 'til 4AM, nor did I want to sleep on somebody's couch or floor. In any case, we came back.
Upon returning, went to Ann and Division for BYOB festivities hosted by Guy. I played music fascist and imposed the luv and soul of Jackie Wilson upon everybody there. Then I left to watch "Six Feet Under" at the Ruths co-op. Upon waking at Ruths, I enjoyed a lovely autumnal walk home, listening to Erik Satie as the snow fell.
Sorry to be so boring, but I had a good weekend, and I would just like to share.
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| The magic pixies will come and tell me to just "Get on with it!" |
[16 Nov 2006|11:41pm] |
Tonight is going to be a long night. A really looooooong night. Because I have a paper due at 5 tomorrow and work 'til 6, I will be up for most of the eve franctically scribbling and typing 'til it is good "enough." Perhaps I will get ahead of the academic game. Probably not!
Graduation is looming. I still need a place to live in the wintertime. I might audit a course in mathematical logic next term so my mind doesn't doze away. I will also (hopefully) be an editor at the undergraduate philosophy journal hereabouts next semester.
I learned this week about the etymology of "hocus pocus." The phrase derives from an anti-Catholic English insult from the Reformation, particularly mocking the presentation of the Eucharist in which a priest tells the parishoners, "Hoc est corpus Christum" ( = "This is the body of Christ"). What did you learn this week?
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[27 Oct 2006|02:00am] |
I am superlatively amused that I recently saw a "missed connection" post on Craigslist by some dude looking for this lady that I had a handful of romantic encounters with. Further (albeit indirect) proof that Ann Arbor is indeed an incest-ridden purgatorial shithole.
Anyway, I've been in a somewhat extended state of hermitage recently, and I can't say that I haven't found to be at least slightly refreshing. Perhaps it will extend to the indefinite future.
I also was unable to assemble my ideal Halloween costume. OH well. I was able, however, to make my way to Whole Foods today to spend my gift cards. I am looking forward to trying the Annie's Organic frozen dinner dealies I picked up.
Yawn. Bitching about Ann Arbor and discussing my food fortunes is so interesting. I think it's time to go back to watching MST3K episodes on YouTube.
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| An anchor lets you see the river move |
[20 Oct 2006|05:22am] |
I really, really, really, really, really, REALLY need to move on with my life. As in, get the fuck out of Ann Arbor.
(Sorry for the drunken nonsense. I'll go back to never updating after this post.)
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| Everybody's doing it, so I should too |
[19 Sep 2006|08:52pm] |
The hives are gone, given the ol' one-two from moderate doses of steroids. Also, advisors have been advised: just a little more bureaucracy and paperwork and I will be officially set to graduate in December.
With my B.A. with concentrations in Philosophy and History. So now the long-term, sad sap existential malaise starts to soak into my routine regarding that big scary "future." Every possible career route (say, lawyer, teacher, journalist [something I've always been somewhat interested in theory, if never in practice], archivist [college librarian], academic [shudder], whatever) seems to require more educational experience beyond the undergrad. But on the other hand, I am totally lazy and don't want to go to grad school immediately. I mean. I don't want to hustle and do the GRE and get recommendations and that shit. Why? I know for damn sure that I don't want a Ph.D., and a terminal M.A. program just doesn't seem "up my alley" right now. Maybe Fall 2008. Then I will just go through the same thought process after the M.A. about getting a J.D.
Sorry to be bitching about all of this. Becky Kosick's post about related shit coupled with my hyper-caffeinated mental ramblings between classes and all this advisor business has put it in front in my mind. And what seems to be my actual future at this time, namely working at Sam's and hopefully doing the legal assistant thing (if nepotism can help me) for at least next semester doesn't seem like a long-term fruitful course of action.
I'll probably just do AmeriCorps, like most of my friends. Or maybe I should just masquerade as Edward's lover so I can get the hook for Peace Corps. Harhar.
I apologize for this again.
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| rant rant bitch rant moan bitch cry |
[18 Sep 2006|01:43am] |
So I've managed to piss a bunch of people off. And besides that, I have a severe case of hives. The doctors at the University Hospital don't know what could have triggered it. There are hives on my fucking palms and on the soles of my feet.
Oh! And the girls upstairs had a party this weekend, and the AAPD showed up to put an end to that. And guess what! Not one of the girls was 21. So to make sure the police didn't roll into my apartment with a search warrant and start firing off MIPs and arresting people, I had to go outside to deal with them and the noise violation is in my name. So I get to go to court for some bullshit I shouldn't have to be dealing with.
Swell, swell, swell. "Swell" encompasses the state of my interpersonal life, about 90% of my fucking corpse, and how I feel about dumb bullshit I have to deal with. SWELL.
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| Four more days of work |
[14 Aug 2006|04:51pm] |
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So the bossman called everybody at the shop to the shop floor the other day to announce that approx. one-half of the employees will be laid off in two weeks. That's about reason number eight million to move the fuck out of Michigan for me.
In other news, I got me one of those nifty guitar chord picture encyclopedias for retardos, and it is pretty rad.
My parents are up north camping for a week in anybody wants to trek to N. Oakland county and keep me from spending my non-working hours drinking Pabst and playing power chords.
Also: who wants to offer Joe a bed/couch/comfortable zone (preferably bed) while he's a homeless rambler in Ann Arbor for about a week and a half?
And who wants to go to the Touch and Go Records 25th anniversary dealy in the Chi in September?
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[03 Aug 2006|12:29am] |
It took my two full days to recharge my battery, but alas and alack. I am back to near one hundred percent. Pitchfork was surreal to say the least. Mica provided me with VIP free beer. I spent a rumsoaked hour combing the beaches of Evanston for my wallet with a cellular torch (at 3AM). I lost my ID somewhere along the way. I bought Rimbaud's collected works at Myopic. I did not get sunburned. The summer days of sweat and hornets at the assembly station are back.
I am 22.
I can grow some wicked peachfuzz in two days. YIPPEE.
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[21 Jul 2006|07:31pm] |
I don't really update this anymore (as if I had frequently updated in the past year or so) because all I do now is drink beer, read books, play shitty electric guitar, and work. Really, that's all!
Who's going to the Pitchfork Festival next weekend? I still need a place to stay. Who's got a spot on the floor for me? Day two is my twenty-second birthday. Yippee.
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