10.25.2002
a sad day in minnesota politics
my favorite senator, Paul Wellstone--a notoriously liberal and outspoken man--died today in a plane crash
my favorite senator, Paul Wellstone--a notoriously liberal and outspoken man--died today in a plane crash
10.23.2002
eh
so i'm 22 now, but i keep putting 21 down as my age on forms and questionaires and the like. is this because i've fried my brain over the last 4 years, or is it because 22 is not a special age? am i going to have this problem for the month of october every year til i hit the next milestone b-day of 30? if i am, i'm going to need help for the rest of my life.
becky said that this site is wrong. i'm going to have to go ahead and disagree with her on that one. this site is one of the funniest i've seen since jesus.com. i'm happy when people can step back from the idiocy that is PCness and just learn to laugh at the strange situations that modern culture has created around us. props to those that push the envelope and make us laugh. of course no website is funnier than Cliff Yablonski. everything he says in there is completely and totally tasteless and tactless, but do i bust a gut everytime i go there.
i thank elisa for finding these. subtle, yet strangely poignant relating to the current world affairs and the disaster track that the current administration seems to be intent on racing down.
there was snow on the ground today in worcester. i don't know if it'll still be there when i get back from work, but i liked seeing it there. i liked having to let my car warm up (which takes a little while). i liked having to scrape snow off my windows so i could get going. i liked seeing my breath this morning. i liked that the wind ripped through me and sent chills down my body. i liked that the snow covered everything and brought a purity back to worcester. when the snow falls on the city, it makes me feel as if the city is transformed back to when it was a vibrant and thriving industrial mecca of the northeast. it makes worcester alive and beautiful again.
so i'm 22 now, but i keep putting 21 down as my age on forms and questionaires and the like. is this because i've fried my brain over the last 4 years, or is it because 22 is not a special age? am i going to have this problem for the month of october every year til i hit the next milestone b-day of 30? if i am, i'm going to need help for the rest of my life.
becky said that this site is wrong. i'm going to have to go ahead and disagree with her on that one. this site is one of the funniest i've seen since jesus.com. i'm happy when people can step back from the idiocy that is PCness and just learn to laugh at the strange situations that modern culture has created around us. props to those that push the envelope and make us laugh. of course no website is funnier than Cliff Yablonski. everything he says in there is completely and totally tasteless and tactless, but do i bust a gut everytime i go there.
i thank elisa for finding these. subtle, yet strangely poignant relating to the current world affairs and the disaster track that the current administration seems to be intent on racing down.
there was snow on the ground today in worcester. i don't know if it'll still be there when i get back from work, but i liked seeing it there. i liked having to let my car warm up (which takes a little while). i liked having to scrape snow off my windows so i could get going. i liked seeing my breath this morning. i liked that the wind ripped through me and sent chills down my body. i liked that the snow covered everything and brought a purity back to worcester. when the snow falls on the city, it makes me feel as if the city is transformed back to when it was a vibrant and thriving industrial mecca of the northeast. it makes worcester alive and beautiful again.
10.20.2002
online surveys
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10.16.2002
wednesday, named for the norse god, odin
what that has to do with anything i'm going to write, i have no clue.
what i'm going write, i have no clue.
what i'm doing right now, i have no cl--actually, i'm at work, and i'm bored.
and it's break here at school, so i'm just working and doing nothing, but i think i'm getting a haircut tonight.
what that has to do with anything i'm going to write, i have no clue.
what i'm going write, i have no clue.
what i'm doing right now, i have no cl--actually, i'm at work, and i'm bored.
and it's break here at school, so i'm just working and doing nothing, but i think i'm getting a haircut tonight.
10.15.2002
advice to the world
sassaman was up this weekend. that means nothing but beer pong and being lazy. TKEe tribal on thursday went well. it was quite the turnout. i'm working this week and not doing much else. went to boston yesterday with carla, bought a sweater. i looke good in red (she said it!). ate some chinese, fell asleep on the commuter rail, all-in-all, a good day. now for the philosophical insight:
from my good friend van wilder:
"you shouldn't take life to seriously. you'll never get out alive"
"if you're always thinking about the future, then you kinda forget about the present"
"worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere"
some people say i don't have much direction in my life, and that's pretty true. i don't really know what i'm doing week to week or day to day. my memory is just a fuzzy haze that doesn't serve me very well. i spend more time on the couch watching TV than i do sleeping. i don't have much contact with my friends from hibbing, i barely keep up with everyone i know here in worcester. i'm probably wasting all my potential by being lazy, but guess what? i'm fine. in fact, i'm super. i'm confident in my emotions and my thoughts. i understand myself and the people around me. i'm quite aware of my faults and shortcomings. i know my strengths and what i can accomplish with them. i may be stupid and fuck a lot of shit up, but i'm only 22. God knows how long i'll be stuck in this mortal (yet quite sexy) vessel. van wilder knows what's up. and so do i
sassaman was up this weekend. that means nothing but beer pong and being lazy. TKEe tribal on thursday went well. it was quite the turnout. i'm working this week and not doing much else. went to boston yesterday with carla, bought a sweater. i looke good in red (she said it!). ate some chinese, fell asleep on the commuter rail, all-in-all, a good day. now for the philosophical insight:
from my good friend van wilder:
"you shouldn't take life to seriously. you'll never get out alive"
"if you're always thinking about the future, then you kinda forget about the present"
"worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere"
some people say i don't have much direction in my life, and that's pretty true. i don't really know what i'm doing week to week or day to day. my memory is just a fuzzy haze that doesn't serve me very well. i spend more time on the couch watching TV than i do sleeping. i don't have much contact with my friends from hibbing, i barely keep up with everyone i know here in worcester. i'm probably wasting all my potential by being lazy, but guess what? i'm fine. in fact, i'm super. i'm confident in my emotions and my thoughts. i understand myself and the people around me. i'm quite aware of my faults and shortcomings. i know my strengths and what i can accomplish with them. i may be stupid and fuck a lot of shit up, but i'm only 22. God knows how long i'll be stuck in this mortal (yet quite sexy) vessel. van wilder knows what's up. and so do i
10.09.2002
officially 22 today
so i survived turning 21, i survived y2k, i survived the passing of seinfeld, and i'll probably be around for the end of the simpsons.
the onion usually has some pretty funny horroscopes every week; but today, mine bothered me:
Libra: (Sept. 23—Oct. 23) The only thing that keeps you from realizing your potential is the depressing awareness that it probably wouldn't take much time or effort.
so to the point and scary, that i am quite disturbed by it. it actually made me sit and think about a lot of things. like the fact that becoming a scientist isn't that interesting to me anymore. what is interesting? hard to say. i chose math and physics because they were the easiest thing for me in high school. they are pretty easy for me still, but i guess the passion isn't there anymore. i still have passion for life and people and all the jazz that comes with living, but i don't know about spending my life as a scientist. but i am only 22, and (cross my fingers) i still have a good 60 years left. i'm not worried. at least not today.
so snoop dogg has called it quits for smoking pot. i couldn't find many articles online about it, but he's "only going to refer to 'chronic' when speaking about lower back pain." that cracks me up.
october 9, 1980 9:01PM CST
so i survived turning 21, i survived y2k, i survived the passing of seinfeld, and i'll probably be around for the end of the simpsons.
the onion usually has some pretty funny horroscopes every week; but today, mine bothered me:
so to the point and scary, that i am quite disturbed by it. it actually made me sit and think about a lot of things. like the fact that becoming a scientist isn't that interesting to me anymore. what is interesting? hard to say. i chose math and physics because they were the easiest thing for me in high school. they are pretty easy for me still, but i guess the passion isn't there anymore. i still have passion for life and people and all the jazz that comes with living, but i don't know about spending my life as a scientist. but i am only 22, and (cross my fingers) i still have a good 60 years left. i'm not worried. at least not today.
so snoop dogg has called it quits for smoking pot. i couldn't find many articles online about it, but he's "only going to refer to 'chronic' when speaking about lower back pain." that cracks me up.
october 9, 1980 9:01PM CST
10.05.2002
new philosophy
"nice guys don't finish last: they are the finish"--me, couture, and jeremy's revelation last night. we were quite happy to figure this one out. it made us happy. so did watching willy wonka and the chocolate factory. which is a messed up movie. "we are the musicmakers. we are the dreamers of dreams"
it's important for the sake of reality to win foosball games.
it's saturday, we have intramural football, and i need a nap
peace!
"nice guys don't finish last: they are the finish"--me, couture, and jeremy's revelation last night. we were quite happy to figure this one out. it made us happy. so did watching willy wonka and the chocolate factory. which is a messed up movie. "we are the musicmakers. we are the dreamers of dreams"
it's important for the sake of reality to win foosball games.
it's saturday, we have intramural football, and i need a nap
peace!
10.02.2002
another day hungover at work
the fact that i have to get up and drive an hour to work every wednesday has not kept me from getting utterly and totally smashed every possible tuesday night. like last night, for example. i was hammered. nothing spectacular happened, i just got smashed. and i paid for it on the commute. but my blueberry poptart and starbucks doubleshot espresso drink sure calmed the stomach and helped keep me awake. i'm also glad that people gently cajole me to get out of bed and go to work, cuz otherwise i would just stay in bed a couple extra hours--roughly 13--and miss work every week.
again, relationships are topics of blogs i regularly read, so here's my latest tidbit of regerism:
sidenote: what if regerism actually becomes a legitimate philosophy/religion/cult/talkshow someday? that would blow my mind. and everyone's that has ever met me, too. i shudder to think that someday humanity will look to me for guidance.
when discussing relationships, i go back to my earlier model: guys are stupid, girls are crazy. i still haven't come up with the proper algorithm for determing said level, but the basic premise should be kept in mind. i have very little stress in my life. if i ever have any, it's usually self-induced (like worrying if i'm going to boot before i can find the porcelain altar). the reason for my low stress level, anytime i deal with a female, i know that no matter how much sense she makes, there will be one point, where she will do something that completely flabbergasts me. i write it off to one of two things: 1) she really is crazy, and this is just your run-of-the-mill-neurotic-for-some-reason-i-collect-sewing-needles-dropped-by-WW1-vets type of thing. or 2) i'm just too stupid to understand her actions/tone/large vocabulary. also, not all TKEs are running away from longterm relationships, some have weathered storms with their significant others, and others are just entering relationships that are (hopefully!) going to be long-term. TKEs are stupid, but some are just stupider than others. and some of us are rocks. blame it on DNA. that's what i do.
this next little thought is quite bizarre, but i enjoyed myself so much, i have to share it with you: drop a deuce naked. for some reason, sitting on the porcelain altar with no clothes on feels extremely different than when your pants are down by your ankles. it's really quite exhiliarating. i recommend it to everyone. (the reason i did this is cuz i was about to take a shower and decided getting naked was the number one priority at that moment)
wendy's again for lunch. mmm....*drool*...
people are going away B term that i'm going to miss alot. 7 weeks then winter break, it's just too much. someone hold my hand.
the twins and yankees both won yesterday. baseball playoffs. october. the fall classic. one of the most pure playoffs of the major sports. simple magic that comes from one well placed strike or one crushed homerun. it's electrifying. the battle between pitcher and catcher. athleticism trained and honed to perfection. i know what i'm watching on TV all this month.
the fact that i have to get up and drive an hour to work every wednesday has not kept me from getting utterly and totally smashed every possible tuesday night. like last night, for example. i was hammered. nothing spectacular happened, i just got smashed. and i paid for it on the commute. but my blueberry poptart and starbucks doubleshot espresso drink sure calmed the stomach and helped keep me awake. i'm also glad that people gently cajole me to get out of bed and go to work, cuz otherwise i would just stay in bed a couple extra hours--roughly 13--and miss work every week.
again, relationships are topics of blogs i regularly read, so here's my latest tidbit of regerism:
when discussing relationships, i go back to my earlier model: guys are stupid, girls are crazy. i still haven't come up with the proper algorithm for determing said level, but the basic premise should be kept in mind. i have very little stress in my life. if i ever have any, it's usually self-induced (like worrying if i'm going to boot before i can find the porcelain altar). the reason for my low stress level, anytime i deal with a female, i know that no matter how much sense she makes, there will be one point, where she will do something that completely flabbergasts me. i write it off to one of two things: 1) she really is crazy, and this is just your run-of-the-mill-neurotic-for-some-reason-i-collect-sewing-needles-dropped-by-WW1-vets type of thing. or 2) i'm just too stupid to understand her actions/tone/large vocabulary. also, not all TKEs are running away from longterm relationships, some have weathered storms with their significant others, and others are just entering relationships that are (hopefully!) going to be long-term. TKEs are stupid, but some are just stupider than others. and some of us are rocks. blame it on DNA. that's what i do.
this next little thought is quite bizarre, but i enjoyed myself so much, i have to share it with you: drop a deuce naked. for some reason, sitting on the porcelain altar with no clothes on feels extremely different than when your pants are down by your ankles. it's really quite exhiliarating. i recommend it to everyone. (the reason i did this is cuz i was about to take a shower and decided getting naked was the number one priority at that moment)
wendy's again for lunch. mmm....*drool*...
people are going away B term that i'm going to miss alot. 7 weeks then winter break, it's just too much. someone hold my hand.
the twins and yankees both won yesterday. baseball playoffs. october. the fall classic. one of the most pure playoffs of the major sports. simple magic that comes from one well placed strike or one crushed homerun. it's electrifying. the battle between pitcher and catcher. athleticism trained and honed to perfection. i know what i'm watching on TV all this month.
10.01.2002
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
--Lord Byron
the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and i've got oreos. life is beautiful
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
--Lord Byron
the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and i've got oreos. life is beautiful
9.30.2002
boo yah!
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the vikings anger me greatly
48-23 against the previously winless seattle seahawks.
this is the choice quote from last night's game--just before the second half started: "if you're just joining us now, the game summary is pretty easy. the seattle won the toss and elected to kick the living bejesus out of the minnesota vikings."
will my woe ever end?
just four years ago the vikings went 15-1 and made it to the NFC championship game. where is that team now? woe is me.
i guess i'll have to start cheering for the san diego chargers...
48-23 against the previously winless seattle seahawks.
this is the choice quote from last night's game--just before the second half started: "if you're just joining us now, the game summary is pretty easy. the seattle won the toss and elected to kick the living bejesus out of the minnesota vikings."
will my woe ever end?
just four years ago the vikings went 15-1 and made it to the NFC championship game. where is that team now? woe is me.
i guess i'll have to start cheering for the san diego chargers...
9.27.2002
on cleaning and other things normal people do
so i cleaned up my part of the quad and the common area and the porch. i know, i know. you're sitting there thinking, "this is chris reger's blog, right? i didn't happen to stumble on some other reger, did i?" i quite assure you this is the reger, and i did actually clean things up. this is what spurred me on:
clothes on the floor: you know you're out of clean clothes for tonight, right?
me: shit.
clothes on the floor: too bad you're too lazy to actually pick us up and wash us.
me: oh, you're dead now, mother fucker.
so i did the laundry, but then something else happened:
garbage on the porch: ha, it's a good thing it's raining out, he'll never come out here and clean us up. i can't wait for those moldy limes to evolve enough to attain consciousness, i'm getting bored out here.
me: i heard you! you think water's going to stop me? you know as well as anyone, i need a shower.
the porch was decimated. it was a bloody, bloody battle. it took all the courage i could muster to fight through all the way and get everything off the porch.
as i stumbled back inside to regroup from my narrow victory, i saw the quad table. and i wept. here was something that was beyond horrific. something that no man should see. i knew it was either the table or me. i grabbed another garbage bag and went at it:
me: alright, table, you're covered in garbage, old food, butts and half empty beer cans. underneath you have chinese take out containers and pizza boxes and plenty of dirty dishes. it's time to cleanse this so-called soul you have.
the table: if i could laugh, i would right now. but since i physically lack a mouth, in fact, i don't even know how i'm talking to you right now, but i digress. since i can't laugh, i'll tell you that there is no way that you will be able to actually clean me off. each dirty dish, each butt, each empty subway cup, each box of chinese food makes me stronger. right now, i could rival even God Himself!
me: well, since you lack any sort of locomotion and i have opposable thumbs, i think it will be quite easy to pick all this stuff up and throw it away.
the table: shit.
so the quad is clean and all is right with the world.
so i cleaned up my part of the quad and the common area and the porch. i know, i know. you're sitting there thinking, "this is chris reger's blog, right? i didn't happen to stumble on some other reger, did i?" i quite assure you this is the reger, and i did actually clean things up. this is what spurred me on:
clothes on the floor: you know you're out of clean clothes for tonight, right?
me: shit.
clothes on the floor: too bad you're too lazy to actually pick us up and wash us.
me: oh, you're dead now, mother fucker.
so i did the laundry, but then something else happened:
garbage on the porch: ha, it's a good thing it's raining out, he'll never come out here and clean us up. i can't wait for those moldy limes to evolve enough to attain consciousness, i'm getting bored out here.
me: i heard you! you think water's going to stop me? you know as well as anyone, i need a shower.
the porch was decimated. it was a bloody, bloody battle. it took all the courage i could muster to fight through all the way and get everything off the porch.
as i stumbled back inside to regroup from my narrow victory, i saw the quad table. and i wept. here was something that was beyond horrific. something that no man should see. i knew it was either the table or me. i grabbed another garbage bag and went at it:
me: alright, table, you're covered in garbage, old food, butts and half empty beer cans. underneath you have chinese take out containers and pizza boxes and plenty of dirty dishes. it's time to cleanse this so-called soul you have.
the table: if i could laugh, i would right now. but since i physically lack a mouth, in fact, i don't even know how i'm talking to you right now, but i digress. since i can't laugh, i'll tell you that there is no way that you will be able to actually clean me off. each dirty dish, each butt, each empty subway cup, each box of chinese food makes me stronger. right now, i could rival even God Himself!
me: well, since you lack any sort of locomotion and i have opposable thumbs, i think it will be quite easy to pick all this stuff up and throw it away.
the table: shit.
so the quad is clean and all is right with the world.
another week lost to laziness and procrastination
well, not really lost. i know where it went. it was sucked out by the couch. the blue couch. the comfy, comfy blue couch. someday i might be able to resist it's seductive charm. but until i get the will-power; i will forever be a slave to it's nap-forcing ways.
so i stole jon abad's idea to use the names of people instead of the titles of their blogs. bring on the intellectual property war!
why can't you just get a shot that imparts all the knowledge you need for a certain career? you just drop a few grand on it, and bam! you're an electrical engineer. you don't like it, you just order up another shot and bam! you're a food historian. i would like that. i just feel that i've gone too far to change my college path, but i don't think i want to be a scientist anymore. what i do want is still a large mystery to me. actually, scratch that. i know exactly what i want. $10 million. then i could just mooch myself all day everyday. i need to win publisher's clearinghouse.
well, not really lost. i know where it went. it was sucked out by the couch. the blue couch. the comfy, comfy blue couch. someday i might be able to resist it's seductive charm. but until i get the will-power; i will forever be a slave to it's nap-forcing ways.
so i stole jon abad's idea to use the names of people instead of the titles of their blogs. bring on the intellectual property war!
why can't you just get a shot that imparts all the knowledge you need for a certain career? you just drop a few grand on it, and bam! you're an electrical engineer. you don't like it, you just order up another shot and bam! you're a food historian. i would like that. i just feel that i've gone too far to change my college path, but i don't think i want to be a scientist anymore. what i do want is still a large mystery to me. actually, scratch that. i know exactly what i want. $10 million. then i could just mooch myself all day everyday. i need to win publisher's clearinghouse.
9.25.2002
one month of bliss
that's right kiddies, reger has had a girlfriend for a month now. and it's been one of the best months i've had :)
of course, i just read her blog and she thought i had forgotten about it. i'm not that big of an idiot ;)
i do my best thinking in the shower. i love showers. standing there in the hot water getting all so fresh and so clean is just a centering experience for me. i could spend a whole hour in a shower and do nothing but stand there and think. that's why i usually average 25 minutes for my showers. and showering in a freshly cleaned shower is an excellent way to shower. i just need a waterproof internet connection in the shower so i can blog there. i come up with some beauties when i'm in the shower. some of my finest outrageous ideas and phrases of soul-shattering prose come when i'm all nekkid letting the water pour over my glistening body and reveling in the steam that makes the air just as warm as the blood coursing through my rejuvinated veins. (i'm turning you on, aren't i?)
homecoming was a great experience again this past saturday. i met the elusive elisa baker. we used to be these two people that were just aware of the other. we had mutual people that we knew, but the 1st degree connection had not existed until then. i saw her walking across the quad, and i was like, "is that her? is that theelisa baker? by God, it is!" and i run over and introduce myself. it was surreal. i like that word. surreal. surreal. say it with me: surreal.
ok. i had a bit of a panic this morning. i went to go fill the valore up with gas at hofo's. i put my card in the little slot and !BAM! "sale denied". i wasn't smiling. so i tried again. "sale denied". i try again this time pushing "debit/atm" instead of "credit." !BAM! "sale denied". this is when slight panic is setting in. i'm not very good with money. in fact, i suck at managing it. as in, i can't. so i was thinking, hmmm. way to go chris, you've spent all your money and you don't get paid for another week and a half. and you have bills to pay. way to go, ass. so i go inside and pay for the gas with cash. then on my lunch break, i'm like i need to check out how much money i do have. so i go to the atm that is on the way to wendy's (God bless that restaurant). i put in the card. choose english as my preferred language and put in my pin. i choose account balances and say a little prayer. SCORE! i have money. i am not completely broke. woohoo.
you know who John Scherer is. he's the video professor. you know the commercials. how to learn the computer and programs fast and easy. he's so confident that his programs work that he'll send you first one free! (you pay $6.95 S&H). and then you can buy other ones, blah blah blah. what kills me about those commercials is when he says people come up to him on the street and thank him for making the computer so easy to understand. i don't know about you, but if i saw this guy on the street, i'm not thinking "thank you;" i'm thinking, "this guy looks like a pedophile." now, it's not good to stereotype or judge people, but look at the guy! he screams child molester.
last night was tang. tang is the ultimate form of binge drinking. it's not even a skill. it's an art. it's the pinnacle of excessive college drinking. 5 people. 2 beers each. form a line. each person pounds a beer in turn, then it goes back up the line. so the 5th guy does two in a row. my team won last night. me, rob, deroche, kimball, and murph. our time in the finals was 45. the record is 43. 45, baby. that's 4.5 seconds per beer. lovely. competition was impressive last night but they can't stand up to the vikings. it's just not possible. the youngins will learn. then me and irish played beer bong and despite an impressive number of saves, we got our ass royally kicked.
that's right kiddies, reger has had a girlfriend for a month now. and it's been one of the best months i've had :)
of course, i just read her blog and she thought i had forgotten about it. i'm not that big of an idiot ;)
i do my best thinking in the shower. i love showers. standing there in the hot water getting all so fresh and so clean is just a centering experience for me. i could spend a whole hour in a shower and do nothing but stand there and think. that's why i usually average 25 minutes for my showers. and showering in a freshly cleaned shower is an excellent way to shower. i just need a waterproof internet connection in the shower so i can blog there. i come up with some beauties when i'm in the shower. some of my finest outrageous ideas and phrases of soul-shattering prose come when i'm all nekkid letting the water pour over my glistening body and reveling in the steam that makes the air just as warm as the blood coursing through my rejuvinated veins. (i'm turning you on, aren't i?)
homecoming was a great experience again this past saturday. i met the elusive elisa baker. we used to be these two people that were just aware of the other. we had mutual people that we knew, but the 1st degree connection had not existed until then. i saw her walking across the quad, and i was like, "is that her? is that theelisa baker? by God, it is!" and i run over and introduce myself. it was surreal. i like that word. surreal. surreal. say it with me: surreal.
ok. i had a bit of a panic this morning. i went to go fill the valore up with gas at hofo's. i put my card in the little slot and !BAM! "sale denied". i wasn't smiling. so i tried again. "sale denied". i try again this time pushing "debit/atm" instead of "credit." !BAM! "sale denied". this is when slight panic is setting in. i'm not very good with money. in fact, i suck at managing it. as in, i can't. so i was thinking, hmmm. way to go chris, you've spent all your money and you don't get paid for another week and a half. and you have bills to pay. way to go, ass. so i go inside and pay for the gas with cash. then on my lunch break, i'm like i need to check out how much money i do have. so i go to the atm that is on the way to wendy's (God bless that restaurant). i put in the card. choose english as my preferred language and put in my pin. i choose account balances and say a little prayer. SCORE! i have money. i am not completely broke. woohoo.
you know who John Scherer is. he's the video professor. you know the commercials. how to learn the computer and programs fast and easy. he's so confident that his programs work that he'll send you first one free! (you pay $6.95 S&H). and then you can buy other ones, blah blah blah. what kills me about those commercials is when he says people come up to him on the street and thank him for making the computer so easy to understand. i don't know about you, but if i saw this guy on the street, i'm not thinking "thank you;" i'm thinking, "this guy looks like a pedophile." now, it's not good to stereotype or judge people, but look at the guy! he screams child molester.
last night was tang. tang is the ultimate form of binge drinking. it's not even a skill. it's an art. it's the pinnacle of excessive college drinking. 5 people. 2 beers each. form a line. each person pounds a beer in turn, then it goes back up the line. so the 5th guy does two in a row. my team won last night. me, rob, deroche, kimball, and murph. our time in the finals was 45. the record is 43. 45, baby. that's 4.5 seconds per beer. lovely. competition was impressive last night but they can't stand up to the vikings. it's just not possible. the youngins will learn. then me and irish played beer bong and despite an impressive number of saves, we got our ass royally kicked.
9.23.2002
pop culture
i was watching TV last night and i saw a commercial for Madden 2003. and ray lewis says "you feeling me?" and the announcer goes, "i'm feeling you." for the love of God, how did stef's phrase get out into the general public? do we really say it that much? deeaammm.
van wilder is my hero.
open and honest
i was watching TV last night and i saw a commercial for Madden 2003. and ray lewis says "you feeling me?" and the announcer goes, "i'm feeling you." for the love of God, how did stef's phrase get out into the general public? do we really say it that much? deeaammm.
van wilder is my hero.
open and honest
9.19.2002
hmmm...shepard's pie....*drool*...
couture and i whipped out another quality meal tonight. the mighty simple shepard's pie. but mighty tasty i might add.
greek talent show was tonight. the TKE machine only got 4th. we were robbed. but god, isaac, tarbell, and houng rocked it hard on a tom petty and a vines cover. i liked it. and needless to say, they rocked it like a hoosier. steffie also represented with gargling twinkle, twinkle little star for her talent. i was so proud of her. my heart swelled to see her on stage like that.
homecoming is this weekend. i love homecoming. old guys come back and we all get smashed. it doesn't get any better than that.
i watch two shows that represent the decline of western civilization and the end of human intelligence. i'm not proud to watch these shows, but it's the car-wreck mentality. i can't look away. and they usually piss me off cuz i would make much better decisions than the morons on the shows do. the first is elimidate. they hook one person up with 4 members of the opposite sex and they eliminate the companions throughout the course of a night. like tonight. this stupid moron in milwaukee dropped the cute chick first, and the hot nice girl 2nd to last. he kept the chick that was the biggest hooch instead of the best one. fucking idiot. then there is change of heart. a couple comes on and they hook up each of them with their "ideal" date and then the couple decides if they want to stay together or break up. tonight's was a kicker. this 31 year old is dating a 21 year old, and he goes out with this awesome chick, but he decides to stay with his gf who he bitched about the entire Goddamn show. she broke up with him. idiot. you just have to watch these shows. there is no way to adequately describe them. they are just insane. i'm just waiting for the day that God smites me for actually watching these shows and adding to the downward spiral that is american culture.
hey sexy lady, i like your flow
your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!! (uh!)
you put it on me (that's right) ceiling to floor
only you can make me, screamin back for moooooore!!!
--shaggy "hey sexy lady"
couture and i whipped out another quality meal tonight. the mighty simple shepard's pie. but mighty tasty i might add.
greek talent show was tonight. the TKE machine only got 4th. we were robbed. but god, isaac, tarbell, and houng rocked it hard on a tom petty and a vines cover. i liked it. and needless to say, they rocked it like a hoosier. steffie also represented with gargling twinkle, twinkle little star for her talent. i was so proud of her. my heart swelled to see her on stage like that.
homecoming is this weekend. i love homecoming. old guys come back and we all get smashed. it doesn't get any better than that.
i watch two shows that represent the decline of western civilization and the end of human intelligence. i'm not proud to watch these shows, but it's the car-wreck mentality. i can't look away. and they usually piss me off cuz i would make much better decisions than the morons on the shows do. the first is elimidate. they hook one person up with 4 members of the opposite sex and they eliminate the companions throughout the course of a night. like tonight. this stupid moron in milwaukee dropped the cute chick first, and the hot nice girl 2nd to last. he kept the chick that was the biggest hooch instead of the best one. fucking idiot. then there is change of heart. a couple comes on and they hook up each of them with their "ideal" date and then the couple decides if they want to stay together or break up. tonight's was a kicker. this 31 year old is dating a 21 year old, and he goes out with this awesome chick, but he decides to stay with his gf who he bitched about the entire Goddamn show. she broke up with him. idiot. you just have to watch these shows. there is no way to adequately describe them. they are just insane. i'm just waiting for the day that God smites me for actually watching these shows and adding to the downward spiral that is american culture.
hey sexy lady, i like your flow
your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!! (uh!)
you put it on me (that's right) ceiling to floor
only you can make me, screamin back for moooooore!!!
--shaggy "hey sexy lady"
9.18.2002
oh boy
ok. the football season has had two weeks go by. i am a football fan. i'll watch any game. just to watch. i love it. things i've noticed since this season has started:
1. everyone sucks at preseason predicitions. rams and steelers 0-2? no one guessed that. pats 2-0 and looking like the best team in the league? supposed to be a "fluke" i live in patriots nation and no one here believed that and they like to remind you of that every single day. every single day.
2. the vikings piss me off more than is imaginable. lost two games cuz they can't play 4th quarter. i know minnesota is hockey country, but you think that football players would realize they have 4 periods of play and not 3. gary anderson is back, though. all time leading NFL scorer. best field goal kicker out there. he's the man, and he's back on the team. 14-2 will be a good enough record for me this year. (actually, i'm just hoping for a .500 season. *sigh*)
3. espn.com's page 2 "analysts" are my favorite articles to read during the season. no one can make better pop culture references and rant about the game of quiet desperation better than those guys do. and why doesn't bill simmons have his own TV show? this is a travesty of modern sports programming. at least get him on the fox pregame show. him sparring with terry bradshaw would make me smile.
speaking of football, TKE intramural is off to a fine start. a rough loss in round 1 to sig ep by one score made us hungry for wins. we responded by spanking lambda chi and crow. we are a force to be reckoned with. a nasty qb with two stellar recievers. a kicker that should be in the nfl, and an o-line that is better than the great wall of china. and a defense that likes to sack. God, i love football.
ugh, i just lost all concentration. i'll write more later. probably after a nap.
you make me stand taller (both literally and metaphorically)
ok. the football season has had two weeks go by. i am a football fan. i'll watch any game. just to watch. i love it. things i've noticed since this season has started:
1. everyone sucks at preseason predicitions. rams and steelers 0-2? no one guessed that. pats 2-0 and looking like the best team in the league? supposed to be a "fluke" i live in patriots nation and no one here believed that and they like to remind you of that every single day. every single day.
2. the vikings piss me off more than is imaginable. lost two games cuz they can't play 4th quarter. i know minnesota is hockey country, but you think that football players would realize they have 4 periods of play and not 3. gary anderson is back, though. all time leading NFL scorer. best field goal kicker out there. he's the man, and he's back on the team. 14-2 will be a good enough record for me this year. (actually, i'm just hoping for a .500 season. *sigh*)
3. espn.com's page 2 "analysts" are my favorite articles to read during the season. no one can make better pop culture references and rant about the game of quiet desperation better than those guys do. and why doesn't bill simmons have his own TV show? this is a travesty of modern sports programming. at least get him on the fox pregame show. him sparring with terry bradshaw would make me smile.
speaking of football, TKE intramural is off to a fine start. a rough loss in round 1 to sig ep by one score made us hungry for wins. we responded by spanking lambda chi and crow. we are a force to be reckoned with. a nasty qb with two stellar recievers. a kicker that should be in the nfl, and an o-line that is better than the great wall of china. and a defense that likes to sack. God, i love football.
ugh, i just lost all concentration. i'll write more later. probably after a nap.
you make me stand taller (both literally and metaphorically)
9.13.2002
9.12.2002
these titles are hard to think of
me and couture made lasagna and a good salad for dinner tonight. i might just go with the opinion that we kick major ass. but that's just an opinion. held by many. many. and when i mean many, i mean the vast majority of the entire world. vast majority
i have no witty comments to make or insights to share. i need to sleep and regroup the brain cells i have left into a coherent thought producing organ.
me and couture made lasagna and a good salad for dinner tonight. i might just go with the opinion that we kick major ass. but that's just an opinion. held by many. many. and when i mean many, i mean the vast majority of the entire world. vast majority
i have no witty comments to make or insights to share. i need to sleep and regroup the brain cells i have left into a coherent thought producing organ.
9.10.2002
inspiration from the bard
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
--Henry V
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
--Julius Caesar
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?—To die,—to sleep,—
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,—to sleep;—
To sleep: perchance to dream:—ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,—
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
--Hamlet
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
--Henry V
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
--Julius Caesar
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?—To die,—to sleep,—
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,—to sleep;—
To sleep: perchance to dream:—ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,—
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
--Hamlet
9.09.2002
it's tricky to rock a rhyme that's right on time; it's tricky
matthew shea has finally joined the ranks of legal drinkers. my God have mercy upon his soul.
so last week me and carla went to the airport to look at the lights of worcester and to see the stars. you can actually notice the milky way up by the airport, it's almost like being back home. but anyway, there are these giant lights up behind the airport. like stadium lights. that intermittently light up and illmuniate (sp?) everything. they are pretty freaky. i think they are part of an elaborate goverment plot to do something sinister. the sign we found said they were for FAA traffic control. likely story. i am going to steal that sign someday, though. oh yes. it will be mine.
i spent 7 hours doing my chem thermo homework and i got a 14/20. what the fuck?
saturday was the TKE 007 p@rty. quality times once again. we just have this way of making everything we do a good time. there was much funneling during the preparty and during the party. there are way to many stories to tell. the space here just wouldn't do them justice. i'm just so proud of my boys.
hypocrisy really bothers me. especially when it comes from people in a position of responsibility. i know i've been a hypocrite myself, and i'm not proud of those moments, and i do try not to be one. but when you explicity say that we are going to do something (or NOT do something), you can't get mad at people for going out and doing what you said was kosher. it makes no sense. it makes it a lot harder to think that you "deserve respect" for being an authority figure when you can't even decide which of your own decisions to follow. argh.
on to a happy note, i am dating one extremely amazing girl right now and as long as she doesn't get tired of putting up with me, i'll always be around ;)
Well you're in your little room
and you're working on something good
but if it's really good
you're gonna need a bigger room
and when you're in the bigger room
you might not know what to do
you might have to think of
how you got started
sitting in your little room
white stripes "little room"
matthew shea has finally joined the ranks of legal drinkers. my God have mercy upon his soul.
so last week me and carla went to the airport to look at the lights of worcester and to see the stars. you can actually notice the milky way up by the airport, it's almost like being back home. but anyway, there are these giant lights up behind the airport. like stadium lights. that intermittently light up and illmuniate (sp?) everything. they are pretty freaky. i think they are part of an elaborate goverment plot to do something sinister. the sign we found said they were for FAA traffic control. likely story. i am going to steal that sign someday, though. oh yes. it will be mine.
i spent 7 hours doing my chem thermo homework and i got a 14/20. what the fuck?
saturday was the TKE 007 p@rty. quality times once again. we just have this way of making everything we do a good time. there was much funneling during the preparty and during the party. there are way to many stories to tell. the space here just wouldn't do them justice. i'm just so proud of my boys.
hypocrisy really bothers me. especially when it comes from people in a position of responsibility. i know i've been a hypocrite myself, and i'm not proud of those moments, and i do try not to be one. but when you explicity say that we are going to do something (or NOT do something), you can't get mad at people for going out and doing what you said was kosher. it makes no sense. it makes it a lot harder to think that you "deserve respect" for being an authority figure when you can't even decide which of your own decisions to follow. argh.
on to a happy note, i am dating one extremely amazing girl right now and as long as she doesn't get tired of putting up with me, i'll always be around ;)
Well you're in your little room
and you're working on something good
but if it's really good
you're gonna need a bigger room
and when you're in the bigger room
you might not know what to do
you might have to think of
how you got started
sitting in your little room
white stripes "little room"
9.04.2002
caffiene
i got this comment off this article at kuro5hin.
this is just too classic:
Sleep deprivation is an essential component of any brain-washing process. The mind is more apt to accept information it is given when it is deprived of sleep, since in this state it is less able to question the validity of this information.
This is why it is very important to party as hard as possible while in College, to put your mind into an optimally receptive state for all the nutty goodness that gets shoveled into it during lecture.
There is good reason why all serious education sessions, from college to Navy SEAL training, push you to the point of breaking and keep you there until after you can't stand up any longer. The first reason is to break your self-doubt, to show you that you can take more than you think you can. The second, and more important reason, is to exhaust you into submission, to reduce your mind to putty that the trainers can then shape into what you need to become to get the job done.
Self-programming is a valid training technique. Start partying immediately after class on Thursday... Drink plenty of caffeine to keep you awake all weekend. Drink plenty of alcohol too, as it only kills of the weak brain cells, and you don't need those anyway. Stay up all weekend, drink, dance, fuck, puke, and do whatever else you feel is necessary to prepare your mind for the hard hours in lecture.
i love it
i got this comment off this article at kuro5hin.
this is just too classic:
Sleep deprivation is an essential component of any brain-washing process. The mind is more apt to accept information it is given when it is deprived of sleep, since in this state it is less able to question the validity of this information.
This is why it is very important to party as hard as possible while in College, to put your mind into an optimally receptive state for all the nutty goodness that gets shoveled into it during lecture.
There is good reason why all serious education sessions, from college to Navy SEAL training, push you to the point of breaking and keep you there until after you can't stand up any longer. The first reason is to break your self-doubt, to show you that you can take more than you think you can. The second, and more important reason, is to exhaust you into submission, to reduce your mind to putty that the trainers can then shape into what you need to become to get the job done.
Self-programming is a valid training technique. Start partying immediately after class on Thursday... Drink plenty of caffeine to keep you awake all weekend. Drink plenty of alcohol too, as it only kills of the weak brain cells, and you don't need those anyway. Stay up all weekend, drink, dance, fuck, puke, and do whatever else you feel is necessary to prepare your mind for the hard hours in lecture.
i love it
i say the right things, but act the wrong way
another successful night of beer pong. 3-1 with the almighty godlewski.
also, i think it's super-duper cool when someone has to get up at 8AM to keep bothering them when they are trying to sleep ;)
i'm at work right now not doing a lot of work, so i think today will be a shushi (sp?) lunch day.
i need to organize. i have way too much shit going on with class, TKE, world-domination plans, and life in general to be putting stuff off. example, i stayed up all night monday night to finish my homework. i fell asleep and slept through class. i'm a moron. this is the type of behavior that needs to remedied in the future.
oh God, what a boring post.
another successful night of beer pong. 3-1 with the almighty godlewski.
also, i think it's super-duper cool when someone has to get up at 8AM to keep bothering them when they are trying to sleep ;)
i'm at work right now not doing a lot of work, so i think today will be a shushi (sp?) lunch day.
i need to organize. i have way too much shit going on with class, TKE, world-domination plans, and life in general to be putting stuff off. example, i stayed up all night monday night to finish my homework. i fell asleep and slept through class. i'm a moron. this is the type of behavior that needs to remedied in the future.
oh God, what a boring post.
9.02.2002
hope for the future
i spent the weekend at the graef residence in new york for their 23rd annual labor day party. I've seen some crazy stuff in my time, but that... was... AWESOME!!! (2 bonus points for knowing what movie that is from) 40something year olds dancing on chairs after about 12 hours of drinking is the highlight of my weekend. it makes me realize that i'm going to have some awesome times when i'm old enough to afford to throw parties like that. let's just say i drank a lot of wine and ate a lot of exquisite food.
"The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." -Victor Hugo
i spent the weekend at the graef residence in new york for their 23rd annual labor day party. I've seen some crazy stuff in my time, but that... was... AWESOME!!! (2 bonus points for knowing what movie that is from) 40something year olds dancing on chairs after about 12 hours of drinking is the highlight of my weekend. it makes me realize that i'm going to have some awesome times when i'm old enough to afford to throw parties like that. let's just say i drank a lot of wine and ate a lot of exquisite food.
"The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." -Victor Hugo
8.29.2002
the secret to relationships
in response to abad's post that has garnered many repsonses, i offer up my theory on how guys and girls can get along. in a nutshell:
guys are stupid
girls are crazy
to expand a bit further. guys and girls both have their respective qualities ranked on linear 1-10 scale. now in order for a guy and girl to get along, they have to be plus or minus 2 of each other on their respective scales. example: a guy of stupidity 6 can safely get along with a girl 4-8, but has the best chance with another 6. outside the 4-8 range, he has no chance. 4 and 8 are slim but workable. see? not that complicated.
so if you want to know where you fit on the scale, come ask me. i'll be publishing a book and/or quiz on how to rate yourself, but til then, i'll be your definative source.
two notes about the scales:
1) i'm a 5 on the stupidity scale
2) i've never met a girl below a 4
in response to abad's post that has garnered many repsonses, i offer up my theory on how guys and girls can get along. in a nutshell:
guys are stupid
girls are crazy
to expand a bit further. guys and girls both have their respective qualities ranked on linear 1-10 scale. now in order for a guy and girl to get along, they have to be plus or minus 2 of each other on their respective scales. example: a guy of stupidity 6 can safely get along with a girl 4-8, but has the best chance with another 6. outside the 4-8 range, he has no chance. 4 and 8 are slim but workable. see? not that complicated.
so if you want to know where you fit on the scale, come ask me. i'll be publishing a book and/or quiz on how to rate yourself, but til then, i'll be your definative source.
two notes about the scales:
1) i'm a 5 on the stupidity scale
2) i've never met a girl below a 4
8.28.2002
an ode to wendy's
wendy's. founded by dave thomas in 1969, this franchise has expanded to more than 6,000 locations worldwide. but being more than the greatest fast food restaurant on the planet and more than offering the greatest sandwich available in the junior bacon cheeseburger, wendy's represents all that is good and wholesome in this great nation. take a look at the junior bacon cheeseburger. each ingredient symbolizing something unique and powerful about our country. each metaphor mixing together to create a taste that has you yearning for more and has you smiling just because you can eat one
the crisp green of the lettuce is the symbol of the american abundance. we live in the richest nation in the world and we are damned privleged to know and savor the wealth that our country has.
the mellow red of the tomato represents the blood of countless veterns and civilians that have died abroad and at home to ensure the american way of life--freedom and justice for all--prevails for all.
the yellow of the american cheese slice is like the warmth of the sun shining on us when we are graced with the company of friends and family around the booths and tables of our local wendy's franchise.
the bacon, oh the bacon, is wendy's way of saying, "america, we know what your favorite breakfast meat is, and--by God--we're going to let you have it any time you please!"
the pure white of the mayo lets us know that we can never forget the ideals--the pure ideals--our country was founded upon all those years ago.
the 2 oz, 100% all beef patty shows us that we need to keep putting muscle into this great american experiment of democracy if we are going to create a balanced and harmonious society.
the two halves of the enriched, bleached flour bun are like the hands of dave thomas himself cradling us and holding us together through the dark times, til we emerge triumphant from the valley of the shadow of death and ye we shall fear no evil, for the jbc art with us.
oh, but it's not just the junior bacon cheeseburger that makes wendy's so damn good. it's more than that. it's everything about the restaurant. it's the whole 99 cent super valu menu. it's the frosty. (is there a better fast food dessert? i say nay with a force to shake the foundations of the heavens!). it's the nutrious salads and chicken sandwiches that are there helping america be trim and healthy. it's the fact that they know we are busy people protecting our way of life and making the world a better place that they stay open late! even to 3am at the park ave wendy's! wendy's represents all that is good and pure in the world. dave thomas did more than just loved a good sandwich, he loved humanity. "and that the mighty play go on, and you may contribute a verse." (?) wendy's was dave thomas' verse. and what a verse it is!
wendy's. founded by dave thomas in 1969, this franchise has expanded to more than 6,000 locations worldwide. but being more than the greatest fast food restaurant on the planet and more than offering the greatest sandwich available in the junior bacon cheeseburger, wendy's represents all that is good and wholesome in this great nation. take a look at the junior bacon cheeseburger. each ingredient symbolizing something unique and powerful about our country. each metaphor mixing together to create a taste that has you yearning for more and has you smiling just because you can eat one
the crisp green of the lettuce is the symbol of the american abundance. we live in the richest nation in the world and we are damned privleged to know and savor the wealth that our country has.
the mellow red of the tomato represents the blood of countless veterns and civilians that have died abroad and at home to ensure the american way of life--freedom and justice for all--prevails for all.
the yellow of the american cheese slice is like the warmth of the sun shining on us when we are graced with the company of friends and family around the booths and tables of our local wendy's franchise.
the bacon, oh the bacon, is wendy's way of saying, "america, we know what your favorite breakfast meat is, and--by God--we're going to let you have it any time you please!"
the pure white of the mayo lets us know that we can never forget the ideals--the pure ideals--our country was founded upon all those years ago.
the 2 oz, 100% all beef patty shows us that we need to keep putting muscle into this great american experiment of democracy if we are going to create a balanced and harmonious society.
the two halves of the enriched, bleached flour bun are like the hands of dave thomas himself cradling us and holding us together through the dark times, til we emerge triumphant from the valley of the shadow of death and ye we shall fear no evil, for the jbc art with us.
oh, but it's not just the junior bacon cheeseburger that makes wendy's so damn good. it's more than that. it's everything about the restaurant. it's the whole 99 cent super valu menu. it's the frosty. (is there a better fast food dessert? i say nay with a force to shake the foundations of the heavens!). it's the nutrious salads and chicken sandwiches that are there helping america be trim and healthy. it's the fact that they know we are busy people protecting our way of life and making the world a better place that they stay open late! even to 3am at the park ave wendy's! wendy's represents all that is good and pure in the world. dave thomas did more than just loved a good sandwich, he loved humanity. "and that the mighty play go on, and you may contribute a verse." (?) wendy's was dave thomas' verse. and what a verse it is!
8.27.2002
all classes went to today? check
i managed to go to 3 classes today for the first time since somewhere during A term of last year. oh yeah, i rule. being back in school already has me realizing why i quit for a semester i learned things today or made connections today that i found intriguing at face value, but i just don't really care if i learn them or not. school generates no passion. i thought a semester off would get me back in the groove, but i don't think so. if things don't get much better in the next few days, this whole school thing might be fired once again. for good.
in good news, something happened to me that has made me quite happy and i think will work out as nothing but the best for all parties involved. ;) what is it you ask? well, ask in person. i like being cryptic, though i bet a few people know what i'm talking about. hehe
in social news, the James Bond 007 Party is taking place on September 7th, 2002 at 63 Wachusett St--more commonly known as TKE. i will be jack wade mainly because he gets to wear hawaiian shirts and be loud. i can do that.
"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."
-William Blake, Jerusalem, 1820
i managed to go to 3 classes today for the first time since somewhere during A term of last year. oh yeah, i rule. being back in school already has me realizing why i quit for a semester i learned things today or made connections today that i found intriguing at face value, but i just don't really care if i learn them or not. school generates no passion. i thought a semester off would get me back in the groove, but i don't think so. if things don't get much better in the next few days, this whole school thing might be fired once again. for good.
in good news, something happened to me that has made me quite happy and i think will work out as nothing but the best for all parties involved. ;) what is it you ask? well, ask in person. i like being cryptic, though i bet a few people know what i'm talking about. hehe
in social news, the James Bond 007 Party is taking place on September 7th, 2002 at 63 Wachusett St--more commonly known as TKE. i will be jack wade mainly because he gets to wear hawaiian shirts and be loud. i can do that.
"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."
-William Blake, Jerusalem, 1820
8.24.2002
another school year, another $35,000 down the drain
so i've managed to go to one class so far. i'm not even signed up for a third yet. i might do that sometime this weekend. who knows? who cares?
oh man. party in the quad tonight.
i'm so out of it right now that i don't really have the capacity to write stuff. i have a million things to say, but my brain is on strike. (which it does quite often)
so i've managed to go to one class so far. i'm not even signed up for a third yet. i might do that sometime this weekend. who knows? who cares?
oh man. party in the quad tonight.
i'm so out of it right now that i don't really have the capacity to write stuff. i have a million things to say, but my brain is on strike. (which it does quite often)
8.21.2002
8.20.2002
TKE03 rules!
so there was an ice cream social last night at WPI for the freshmen. i, of course, went up to cause trouble. i ran around screaming and acting like a retard. for no other reason than i could. i love the liberating feeling of going into a huge crowd and just doing what ever feels like a bad idea in most social situations. i meet a lot of interesting people that way. like freshmen that are cool shit.
so after the ice cream died down (oh, btw, i got myself one of those beanies they were giving out. i'm cool shit now.), some of us headed over to an apartment party. which was lame!. so we bounced and started looking for other places to go. well, what about TKE? so we go down and start pounding beers, singing drinking songs, being your stereotypical frat boys. it was incredible. i love my boys. then we went around and kegged everyone in the house and then other people start showing up, cuz everyone knows that Tau Kappa is where it's at. there was some miscommunication and someone thought that some AGDs had stolen our waffle iron (i'm not pointing fingers, but if they were pointed, they would probably be at me...but i'm not saying it was me). so some of the bros (did i mention i love these guys?) stole a couch from AGD and brought it to TKE and put it up on the roof and we continued to get trashed. then it's 2:30am and the cops show up cuz i guess it's illegal to have a couch on a roof and a bunch of drunks on it. friggin laws. so me and carla retire to the quad and watched the secret of nimh. quality film
so a) it rained last night. b) i didn't roll up my windows in my car last night. a+b=c where c is reger got a wet ass on the commute into work today.
so there was an ice cream social last night at WPI for the freshmen. i, of course, went up to cause trouble. i ran around screaming and acting like a retard. for no other reason than i could. i love the liberating feeling of going into a huge crowd and just doing what ever feels like a bad idea in most social situations. i meet a lot of interesting people that way. like freshmen that are cool shit.
so after the ice cream died down (oh, btw, i got myself one of those beanies they were giving out. i'm cool shit now.), some of us headed over to an apartment party. which was lame!. so we bounced and started looking for other places to go. well, what about TKE? so we go down and start pounding beers, singing drinking songs, being your stereotypical frat boys. it was incredible. i love my boys. then we went around and kegged everyone in the house and then other people start showing up, cuz everyone knows that Tau Kappa is where it's at. there was some miscommunication and someone thought that some AGDs had stolen our waffle iron (i'm not pointing fingers, but if they were pointed, they would probably be at me...but i'm not saying it was me). so some of the bros (did i mention i love these guys?) stole a couch from AGD and brought it to TKE and put it up on the roof and we continued to get trashed. then it's 2:30am and the cops show up cuz i guess it's illegal to have a couch on a roof and a bunch of drunks on it. friggin laws. so me and carla retire to the quad and watched the secret of nimh. quality film
so a) it rained last night. b) i didn't roll up my windows in my car last night. a+b=c where c is reger got a wet ass on the commute into work today.
8.19.2002
worst service ever
i just had my first negative wendy's experience. the food was still fantastic. it would take much to have the junior bacon cheeseburger taste like anything less than what it really is: the greatest fast food burger of all time. i'm talking service. i'm talking about the worker that was just gabbing on her cellphone behind the counter. i'm talking about the mongoloid that they had running the register. the lady that kept giving the drivethrough worker the wrong food items. if i was into ineptitude, i would have been in awe. but i'm not into that, so my simple order took close to 5 minutes to execute. this was my favorite part of the wait:
mongoloid at register: i forgot to charge him for the other triple classic
manager: then charge him for it and get it made
mongoloid: i'm sorry, i didn't charge you for that other number 5
(a minute passes) manager: so you going to fix his order?
mongoloid: i didn't charge him for that second number 5
manager: well, he ordered it. get it for him.
mongoloid: sir, i didn't charge you for that other number 5. do you still want it?
customer: well, i wanted 5 minutes ago when i ordered it.
mongoloid: sir, i'm going to have to charge you for it if you want it.
customer: that's good, cuz i'm going to pay for it if i order it.
it was fucking classic. i don't think i've ever witnessed a conversation that scored higher on the unintentional humor scale.
unrelated topic, isaac began talking about time and how our perception of it's passing is good enough to show that it is not constant. this is flawed. the varying "speeds" (i use the term loosely) we percieve time as passing is a necessary but not a sufficient premise for time to be non-constant. example: temperature. i find that anything over 80 degrees farinhiet (sp?) is equivalent to the inner circles of hell, while others find it to be quite enjoyable (i'm convinced these people have chronic hypothermia and can't keep their core temps up). our perceptions of how hot we think it is has nothing to do with the fact that the temperature is still 80 degrees. the same goes for time. just because we feel it passing at a different "rate;" that is no indication that it actually is. if you want to argue if time is linear or non-linear, now that's a game i'd be into
here's the thought for the monday:
in a traffic jam, it's always your lane that goes the slowest. to simplify the model, we'll call each lane it's own frame of reference. this means that if i am in the left lane, it is moving slower than the center or right lane. now assuming the universality of the hypothesis, we are forced to the conclusion that every lane is moving slower than the other 2 lanes (in their frames of reference) i don't have my modern physics text with me at work, so i'm stuck trying to recall formulas and remembering if this is possible under current physic models. cuz i can see other lanes moving faster, or even my lane, in traffic jams. does this mean my frame of reference is moving at ridiculous speeds compared to the others (on the magnitude of .5c or higher)? or am i seperated by great distances between the lanes? or is this murphy law complete and utter bullshit? i want answers dammit. i need to know the physical validity of this statement. if it doesn't happen all the time, i need to know that it is at least physically conceivable...
and does it bother anyone else that nelly has the two top singles in the country right now?
i just had my first negative wendy's experience. the food was still fantastic. it would take much to have the junior bacon cheeseburger taste like anything less than what it really is: the greatest fast food burger of all time. i'm talking service. i'm talking about the worker that was just gabbing on her cellphone behind the counter. i'm talking about the mongoloid that they had running the register. the lady that kept giving the drivethrough worker the wrong food items. if i was into ineptitude, i would have been in awe. but i'm not into that, so my simple order took close to 5 minutes to execute. this was my favorite part of the wait:
mongoloid at register: i forgot to charge him for the other triple classic
manager: then charge him for it and get it made
mongoloid: i'm sorry, i didn't charge you for that other number 5
(a minute passes) manager: so you going to fix his order?
mongoloid: i didn't charge him for that second number 5
manager: well, he ordered it. get it for him.
mongoloid: sir, i didn't charge you for that other number 5. do you still want it?
customer: well, i wanted 5 minutes ago when i ordered it.
mongoloid: sir, i'm going to have to charge you for it if you want it.
customer: that's good, cuz i'm going to pay for it if i order it.
it was fucking classic. i don't think i've ever witnessed a conversation that scored higher on the unintentional humor scale.
unrelated topic, isaac began talking about time and how our perception of it's passing is good enough to show that it is not constant. this is flawed. the varying "speeds" (i use the term loosely) we percieve time as passing is a necessary but not a sufficient premise for time to be non-constant. example: temperature. i find that anything over 80 degrees farinhiet (sp?) is equivalent to the inner circles of hell, while others find it to be quite enjoyable (i'm convinced these people have chronic hypothermia and can't keep their core temps up). our perceptions of how hot we think it is has nothing to do with the fact that the temperature is still 80 degrees. the same goes for time. just because we feel it passing at a different "rate;" that is no indication that it actually is. if you want to argue if time is linear or non-linear, now that's a game i'd be into
here's the thought for the monday:
in a traffic jam, it's always your lane that goes the slowest. to simplify the model, we'll call each lane it's own frame of reference. this means that if i am in the left lane, it is moving slower than the center or right lane. now assuming the universality of the hypothesis, we are forced to the conclusion that every lane is moving slower than the other 2 lanes (in their frames of reference) i don't have my modern physics text with me at work, so i'm stuck trying to recall formulas and remembering if this is possible under current physic models. cuz i can see other lanes moving faster, or even my lane, in traffic jams. does this mean my frame of reference is moving at ridiculous speeds compared to the others (on the magnitude of .5c or higher)? or am i seperated by great distances between the lanes? or is this murphy law complete and utter bullshit? i want answers dammit. i need to know the physical validity of this statement. if it doesn't happen all the time, i need to know that it is at least physically conceivable...
and does it bother anyone else that nelly has the two top singles in the country right now?
for a cliched-genre movie....
blue crush is actually a pretty good movie. it's about 3 surfer chicks in hawaii. Sanoe Lake plays a supporting character of lena. she is so hot. both me and jeremy agree that she was the hottest surfer girl.
spent most of yesterday throwing garbage off the quad porch. including, but not limited to, couches, fridges, entertainment centers, computers, speakers and printers. then people went office space on it and smashed it all to little bits. the cinder blocks smashing down on the mini-fridges was pretty kick ass. so was throwing the peanut butter jars everywhere. we'll see how long it takes to clean up.
school starts in 3 days. i still need a loan for this year. and to sign up for classes.
I was at the beach, sittin on the sand, when i saw this girl, dark brown eyes and a dark olive tan. She was watchin the set with a surfboard underneath her arm. The first moment i saw her i knew she'd do me some harm. She's so good. She came out of the water, from the best session i'd seen. man, she had the biggest chi chi's I had ever seen. She put down her board and sat down next to me and played a soft o lonely tune on her you-ka-lay-le! I don't know what had happened. But I'd fallen asleep. The next mornin' i woke up she was sleepin next to me. I fell in love with her. I'm so in love with her. I fell in love with her my little surfer girl. She got out of bed, waxed up both our boards, grabbed me by the hand and then she took me out the door. we smurfed all that day long, at least eight hours straight. Man I knew she was the one, and damn I couldn't wait. I asked if she loved me. She said "Yah well i guess" So I asked her to marry me. And damnit you know she said yes. I was at the alter, in my tuxedo. Waitin for my surfer girl, man where did she go? Later on that day, a friend of me did tell. That she went to Mexico to catch a ten foot swell ah that bitch.
--homegrown "surfer girl"
blue crush is actually a pretty good movie. it's about 3 surfer chicks in hawaii. Sanoe Lake plays a supporting character of lena. she is so hot. both me and jeremy agree that she was the hottest surfer girl.
spent most of yesterday throwing garbage off the quad porch. including, but not limited to, couches, fridges, entertainment centers, computers, speakers and printers. then people went office space on it and smashed it all to little bits. the cinder blocks smashing down on the mini-fridges was pretty kick ass. so was throwing the peanut butter jars everywhere. we'll see how long it takes to clean up.
school starts in 3 days. i still need a loan for this year. and to sign up for classes.
I was at the beach, sittin on the sand, when i saw this girl, dark brown eyes and a dark olive tan. She was watchin the set with a surfboard underneath her arm. The first moment i saw her i knew she'd do me some harm. She's so good. She came out of the water, from the best session i'd seen. man, she had the biggest chi chi's I had ever seen. She put down her board and sat down next to me and played a soft o lonely tune on her you-ka-lay-le! I don't know what had happened. But I'd fallen asleep. The next mornin' i woke up she was sleepin next to me. I fell in love with her. I'm so in love with her. I fell in love with her my little surfer girl. She got out of bed, waxed up both our boards, grabbed me by the hand and then she took me out the door. we smurfed all that day long, at least eight hours straight. Man I knew she was the one, and damn I couldn't wait. I asked if she loved me. She said "Yah well i guess" So I asked her to marry me. And damnit you know she said yes. I was at the alter, in my tuxedo. Waitin for my surfer girl, man where did she go? Later on that day, a friend of me did tell. That she went to Mexico to catch a ten foot swell ah that bitch.
--homegrown "surfer girl"
8.17.2002
interesting to say the least
good times had by all last night. TKE did it up in our usual fashion. went to bed at 4am. got up at the God awful hour of 7:30am. does that define masochism?
went to TKE rush summit at merrimac college. the free coffee and bagels alleviated the hangover and allowed me to actually focus on the words being spoken by people and be able to comprehend said words.
reger demands rest
good times had by all last night. TKE did it up in our usual fashion. went to bed at 4am. got up at the God awful hour of 7:30am. does that define masochism?
went to TKE rush summit at merrimac college. the free coffee and bagels alleviated the hangover and allowed me to actually focus on the words being spoken by people and be able to comprehend said words.
reger demands rest
8.16.2002
good God, it's friday
moving all week, being stuck at boring work, finally getting over being sick, and it being hotter than the infernos of hell out there have made me very short on the creativity....or it could be i haven't done enough drugs lately.
there is a fine line between excessive sarcasm and permanent bitterness
top 5 favorite phrases:
5. morally ambigious
4. eternal consequences
3. shut up
2. take it easy (used as a farewell)
1. see? i told you i was right. but does anyone ever listen to me? noooo. but they should.
and what's up with the baseball players setting a strike date of august 30? the average salary for a ball player is $2.38 million. million. million. $2.38 million. league minimum is a healthy $200,000. these guys are getting paid ridiculous amounts of money to play a game! paid to play games! christ, i'll go out there for 200,000 and sit on the bench all season if all they give me is one pinch hit to bunt. paid to play a game. and the major concern? a luxury tax (a watered down salary cap) that will keep players' salaries from rising higher and higher every season. oh, i'm sorry that $2.38 million isn't enough for you to live your lifestyle. i mean, God forbid that you had a real job and were only pulling down $60 thou a year. abject poverty that's what that is! i love baseball. i used to play it as a kid. i love the duel between pitcher and hitter. the way a double play is turned. how the fans believe screaming just might have the ability to cause that foul ball to land on the other side of the pole and be fair. i love it. i love playoffs. i love the fall classic. sport is the pure competition and i love it. but it makes me sick to see people fighting over money when they are already paid more than any real job--teacher, policeman, fireman, doctor, construction worker, garbage man, short-order cook (i need my corned beef hash). they play a game for a living. they do something a lot of us spend our childhood dreaming of. and all they are doing now is shattering that dream. i love baseball, but i don't know for how much longer...
i don't want you to give it all up and leave your own life collecting dust. and i don't want you to feel sorry for me. you never gave us a chance to be. and i don't need you to be by my side to tell me that everything's alright. i just wanted you to tell me the truth. you know i'd do that for you.
--hoobastank, "running away"
moving all week, being stuck at boring work, finally getting over being sick, and it being hotter than the infernos of hell out there have made me very short on the creativity....or it could be i haven't done enough drugs lately.
there is a fine line between excessive sarcasm and permanent bitterness
top 5 favorite phrases:
5. morally ambigious
4. eternal consequences
3. shut up
2. take it easy (used as a farewell)
1. see? i told you i was right. but does anyone ever listen to me? noooo. but they should.
and what's up with the baseball players setting a strike date of august 30? the average salary for a ball player is $2.38 million. million. million. $2.38 million. league minimum is a healthy $200,000. these guys are getting paid ridiculous amounts of money to play a game! paid to play games! christ, i'll go out there for 200,000 and sit on the bench all season if all they give me is one pinch hit to bunt. paid to play a game. and the major concern? a luxury tax (a watered down salary cap) that will keep players' salaries from rising higher and higher every season. oh, i'm sorry that $2.38 million isn't enough for you to live your lifestyle. i mean, God forbid that you had a real job and were only pulling down $60 thou a year. abject poverty that's what that is! i love baseball. i used to play it as a kid. i love the duel between pitcher and hitter. the way a double play is turned. how the fans believe screaming just might have the ability to cause that foul ball to land on the other side of the pole and be fair. i love it. i love playoffs. i love the fall classic. sport is the pure competition and i love it. but it makes me sick to see people fighting over money when they are already paid more than any real job--teacher, policeman, fireman, doctor, construction worker, garbage man, short-order cook (i need my corned beef hash). they play a game for a living. they do something a lot of us spend our childhood dreaming of. and all they are doing now is shattering that dream. i love baseball, but i don't know for how much longer...
i don't want you to give it all up and leave your own life collecting dust. and i don't want you to feel sorry for me. you never gave us a chance to be. and i don't need you to be by my side to tell me that everything's alright. i just wanted you to tell me the truth. you know i'd do that for you.
--hoobastank, "running away"
i heard this somewhere before...
beer is the mind killer
beer is the little death that brings total obliteration
i will face my beer
i will permit it to pass over me and through me
and when it has gone past i will turn my inner eye to see its path
when the beer has gone there will be nothing
only i will remain
beer is the mind killer
beer is the little death that brings total obliteration
i will face my beer
i will permit it to pass over me and through me
and when it has gone past i will turn my inner eye to see its path
when the beer has gone there will be nothing
only i will remain
8.15.2002
8.14.2002
?how disturbing is this
.if you look up underage kids fucking on google, i'm the number 5 hit ?how the hell did that happen .a letter needs to be written to someone about this .i just don't know who
.in un-related news, becky, try using a browser other than IE 5 .i know the java script i use causes some problems in that shit browser .so, anyone, if your scroll bar is doing crazy shit, update your browser .that is all
.if you look up underage kids fucking on google, i'm the number 5 hit ?how the hell did that happen .a letter needs to be written to someone about this .i just don't know who
.in un-related news, becky, try using a browser other than IE 5 .i know the java script i use causes some problems in that shit browser .so, anyone, if your scroll bar is doing crazy shit, update your browser .that is all
summer's coming and i'd like a review
well, technically summer is over and i'm going to review it. so here are the bullet points of the summer. i can expound on them further but only in person. "whatever happened to facetime?"
+ new best friends can be made in a relatively short time
+ old best friends are still always there for you
+ i did more damage to my body this summer than i have in the previous 20 summers combined
+ TKE is the greatest place on earth
+ i still hate hot weather
+ life is a grand adventure
+ i am even happier than i was freshmen year
+ this year will be--by far--the best year of college
in other news, roughly 15 TKEs from--our neighbor to the north--Canada will be staying at 63 Wachusett on Friday night. this means, of course, that there will be mass debauchary at the house in order for the Canucks to see the American way of Life and bring it back to their half-commie country and cause their pathetic dual French/English culture to vanish. or we'll get drunk cuz it's friday and a lot of people will be back in town. you say tah-mah-to, i say toe-may-toe
sooner or later your legs give way and hit the ground
save it for later don't run away and let me down
sooner or later ya hit the deck, you'll get found out
save it for later don't run away run away and let me down
--Harvey Danger
well, technically summer is over and i'm going to review it. so here are the bullet points of the summer. i can expound on them further but only in person. "whatever happened to facetime?"
+ new best friends can be made in a relatively short time
+ old best friends are still always there for you
+ i did more damage to my body this summer than i have in the previous 20 summers combined
+ TKE is the greatest place on earth
+ i still hate hot weather
+ life is a grand adventure
+ i am even happier than i was freshmen year
+ this year will be--by far--the best year of college
in other news, roughly 15 TKEs from--our neighbor to the north--Canada will be staying at 63 Wachusett on Friday night. this means, of course, that there will be mass debauchary at the house in order for the Canucks to see the American way of Life and bring it back to their half-commie country and cause their pathetic dual French/English culture to vanish. or we'll get drunk cuz it's friday and a lot of people will be back in town. you say tah-mah-to, i say toe-may-toe
sooner or later your legs give way and hit the ground
save it for later don't run away and let me down
sooner or later ya hit the deck, you'll get found out
save it for later don't run away run away and let me down
--Harvey Danger
8.13.2002
rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated
i am alive and not so well. being dealing with a strep type illness for a week now. both tests from the doc's office came back as negatives, so as long as it doesn't come back and i don't feel fatigued, i shouldn't have to worry about mono. and i don't really need to deal with that right now.
retreat was this last weekend. i got wrecked beyond belief. i'm retarded. that may be the reason why i'm still sick, but the jury is still out on that one.
i really don't have much else to say. i went over a week without posting. i read blogs last night for the first time in 6 days. i felt disconnected and in some ways i liked it and in others i hated it. such is life. we gotta find balance.
i'll write more later
take care of yourselves...and each other.
i am alive and not so well. being dealing with a strep type illness for a week now. both tests from the doc's office came back as negatives, so as long as it doesn't come back and i don't feel fatigued, i shouldn't have to worry about mono. and i don't really need to deal with that right now.
retreat was this last weekend. i got wrecked beyond belief. i'm retarded. that may be the reason why i'm still sick, but the jury is still out on that one.
i really don't have much else to say. i went over a week without posting. i read blogs last night for the first time in 6 days. i felt disconnected and in some ways i liked it and in others i hated it. such is life. we gotta find balance.
i'll write more later
take care of yourselves...and each other.
8.05.2002
monday, monday
well, another weekend come and gone. only 2 left of the summer and they are already spoken for. it really has been the greatest summer ever, and plenty of other people are echoing that sentiment around my little universe, so it's all good.
this weekend brought me, shakes, nate, and steve down to hershey, PA to visit one cal reese and enjoy another roadtrip. we got there at 4am after having one of those powerful life affirming conversations that will help each of us battle through this mire we call life. we got up the next morning to breakfast provided by the mom unit. quality. then free passes to Hershey Park. it was pretty cool. cal used us to spy on the carnies and try to bust them for stealing money or giving stuff away for free. we got one kid to give us a bunch of stuff, and he ended up being escorted off the premises. boo to the yah. this other kid we almost had, but steve ended up actually winning the game, so it kind of messed up our sympathy plot to get free stuff. then we got loaded off a couple beers. being extremely dehyrdated and in 95 degree humid heat, we didn't have to have that many. we also spent the entire afternoon arguing the physics of rollercoasters and we came to the conlusions that negative gs are the important part of any coaster ride, and we proved--with math and physics yippee!!!--that the back of the train will experience the most neg gs and so you should sit back there. cal's mom told us that "everyone knows that. it's common sense" but we were all excited cuz we proved it. we even backed it up by riding this kickass rollercoaster a couple times and changing where we sat each time. quality. we went back to cal's and chilled. next day we woke up to find breakfast laid out by the mom unit again. God bless her. we then decided that hey, baltimore is only little over an hour away, and that's where fred tan lives. so we called him up and left him a message. we went into baltimore, so the sketchy part, found the wharf area, had dinner and rocked it. on our way out, we got a call from fred tan, but we needed to get back to worcester. the ride home was just cracked out. all of us were suffering from spending too much time together on very little sleep. it was quality. but cracked out. story much better in person.
got back to woo-town and was delighted to see my good friend from sandwich was here. chilled in the quad with lindsey, artie and regan and then went to bed at 4.
checked out the finaicial aid situation this morning and chilled in the quad some more and i was upset that all of the unemployed people were going to chill out all day and not really do anything. the dream life i have been trying to achieve for years. bastards. but tonight should be fun and tomorrow should be fun and wednesday i'm picking up bat-ted and bringing him to worcester, then it's retreat time.
no rambling, witty philosophical insight today only that friends are more important to me than everything else combined and i'm glad i have the ones i do.
peace, i'm out!
well, another weekend come and gone. only 2 left of the summer and they are already spoken for. it really has been the greatest summer ever, and plenty of other people are echoing that sentiment around my little universe, so it's all good.
this weekend brought me, shakes, nate, and steve down to hershey, PA to visit one cal reese and enjoy another roadtrip. we got there at 4am after having one of those powerful life affirming conversations that will help each of us battle through this mire we call life. we got up the next morning to breakfast provided by the mom unit. quality. then free passes to Hershey Park. it was pretty cool. cal used us to spy on the carnies and try to bust them for stealing money or giving stuff away for free. we got one kid to give us a bunch of stuff, and he ended up being escorted off the premises. boo to the yah. this other kid we almost had, but steve ended up actually winning the game, so it kind of messed up our sympathy plot to get free stuff. then we got loaded off a couple beers. being extremely dehyrdated and in 95 degree humid heat, we didn't have to have that many. we also spent the entire afternoon arguing the physics of rollercoasters and we came to the conlusions that negative gs are the important part of any coaster ride, and we proved--with math and physics yippee!!!--that the back of the train will experience the most neg gs and so you should sit back there. cal's mom told us that "everyone knows that. it's common sense" but we were all excited cuz we proved it. we even backed it up by riding this kickass rollercoaster a couple times and changing where we sat each time. quality. we went back to cal's and chilled. next day we woke up to find breakfast laid out by the mom unit again. God bless her. we then decided that hey, baltimore is only little over an hour away, and that's where fred tan lives. so we called him up and left him a message. we went into baltimore, so the sketchy part, found the wharf area, had dinner and rocked it. on our way out, we got a call from fred tan, but we needed to get back to worcester. the ride home was just cracked out. all of us were suffering from spending too much time together on very little sleep. it was quality. but cracked out. story much better in person.
got back to woo-town and was delighted to see my good friend from sandwich was here. chilled in the quad with lindsey, artie and regan and then went to bed at 4.
checked out the finaicial aid situation this morning and chilled in the quad some more and i was upset that all of the unemployed people were going to chill out all day and not really do anything. the dream life i have been trying to achieve for years. bastards. but tonight should be fun and tomorrow should be fun and wednesday i'm picking up bat-ted and bringing him to worcester, then it's retreat time.
no rambling, witty philosophical insight today only that friends are more important to me than everything else combined and i'm glad i have the ones i do.
peace, i'm out!
8.02.2002
this is what i do at work
read about the "demon duck of doom"
i'm giddy with quantum excitement (requires free login to nytimes.com)
political problems with GM food
another massive crater on the ocean floor
ok, ok, it's all been links today, but this is what i read on the net, and now you have a bit more of look into reger's web. fascinating, no?
read about the "demon duck of doom"
i'm giddy with quantum excitement (requires free login to nytimes.com)
political problems with GM food
another massive crater on the ocean floor
ok, ok, it's all been links today, but this is what i read on the net, and now you have a bit more of look into reger's web. fascinating, no?
8.01.2002
there is no spoon
this is my mind. this is my soul. this is my voice to the world.
i've achieved enlightenment. not the Buddha-like nirvana or how the big JC was enlightened. there was no Zen-like moment of self-discovery that there was no self. i haven't escaped the dualism of this reality or realized the higher plane of existence. i've become enlightened about this reality. i have come to the conclusion that well i may not be well-traveled, well-read or even well-bred, i am well-experienced. i have gone through much. to borrow from that chump dickens: i've seen the best of times. i've seen the worst of times. i've fallen in love, i've had someone love me back, i've had the love fall apart, i've had unrequited love. i've hated my parents. i have loved my parents. i have had no friends. i have had the best friends. i've gone down paths of self-destruction. i've tried to go down paths of self-creation. i've squandered unlimited potential. i've actualized more potential than i thought i had. i've broken down barriers. i've built up walls. i've crossed bridges, and i've burned a few down (some even before i crossed them). i've done things that are considered brilliant, i've done things that are monumentily stupid. i've been a great leader. i've been a terrible leader. i've followed willingly and i've followed grudgingly. i've been a good member of society. i've rebelled against society at every turn. i've upheld the law. i've been close to being in jail more times than i care to recall. i've given up things for my friends and family. i've recklessly betrayed my friends and family. i've gone from the valley of the shadow of death to summit of the mountain of life-affirming Grace. and i've been stupid enough to ignore my inner voice. and i've been smart enough to heed its advice. i've developed my character into something all should be proud of. i've let my attitude slip into almost never ending spirals of failure and disgust. i've traveled the circle of life and have come up with only one thing that anyone needs to understand:
life has no purpose
for some reason, be it a quirk of evolution or Divine Design (you get to pick which newsletter you subscribe to), humans have developed consciousness. and a symptom of that is we have decided there should be "more" to life than basic survival and propagation of the species. well, boys and girls, there isn't. all this hoopla and rigamarole that we've developed and dubbed "society" and "culture" isn't all it's cracked up to be. people discuss finding their niche. looking for their purpose. discovering their higher calling. there isn't one. look around. this is it. this is the bed we have made and now we have to sleep in it. the simplest way to decide if you're doing what you should be doing is to ask yourself one question: are you happy? i'm not talking new box of oreos and a gallon of milk happy. i'm not talking i just bought a new 48" plasma TV happy. i'm talking soul fulfilling, can't-hold-back-the-smile pure elation. if you can't answer yes then you are not doing what you should be doing. the next step is the hard one. fix it. school doesn't make you happy? quit. i did. you don't want to live at home? move out. your gf/bf make you miserable? kick 'em to the curb. don't like your weight? lose some. that mouse in your apartment pissing you off? get a cat. that kid you know annoying the fuck out of you? forget 'em. they aren't needed in your universe.
i've been searching for the meaning of life since i was 13 years old. i know exactly when it started. i read the Bible cover to cover and decided that there had to be more. well, there doesn't have to be more. there doesn't have to be anything. i forget the author but to paraphrase someone: perfection is not achieved when something can no longer be added, but when nothing more can be taken away. simplify, simplify. oh, thoreau knew what was up. this is it. take it as it comes. every second is filled with limitless possibilities. true happiness is waiting for you to discover it. and when you do, my God, the glory! i've been striving to understand the universe more and more throughout my teenage years. several times along that journey, i thought i had come close to grasping it. i almost had my hands around the secret. i was going to drink from the everlasting cup of wisdom. i was going to know it all. but i couldn't find it. i couldn't grasp it. my grip slipped. and it was lost. but then for the past few months, i've taken a very Taoist approach to the whole kit and kaboodle. i've relaxed. i've relented my search for understanding. i've let the warm, soft almost imperceivable glow of wisdom just wash over me instead of forcing it into a beam i could illuminate the world with. i've let the river run its course instead of trying to dam it up so i could save the future generations. why should i strive for fulfillment? i'm swimming in it. it's time to enjoy the ride. it's a one way trip. and we've all got first class tickets, even though it may look like coach.
i'll live my life loving my friends, having stupid crazy adventures, searching for the one girl that will put up with my shit and basking in the glory that comes from knowing that--no matter what, no matter the outcome, no matter what--it's all good.
i don't expect anyone to agree with this or, christ, even understand it. this is how i've come to have peace with my existence and the world around me. others may find different paths. just because we aren't on the same road doesn't mean we have different destinations or that any of us are lost. if my ramblings about existence and happiness help one person out, i've helped. and that's all i can really do.
this is my mind. this is my soul. this is my voice to the world.
i've achieved enlightenment. not the Buddha-like nirvana or how the big JC was enlightened. there was no Zen-like moment of self-discovery that there was no self. i haven't escaped the dualism of this reality or realized the higher plane of existence. i've become enlightened about this reality. i have come to the conclusion that well i may not be well-traveled, well-read or even well-bred, i am well-experienced. i have gone through much. to borrow from that chump dickens: i've seen the best of times. i've seen the worst of times. i've fallen in love, i've had someone love me back, i've had the love fall apart, i've had unrequited love. i've hated my parents. i have loved my parents. i have had no friends. i have had the best friends. i've gone down paths of self-destruction. i've tried to go down paths of self-creation. i've squandered unlimited potential. i've actualized more potential than i thought i had. i've broken down barriers. i've built up walls. i've crossed bridges, and i've burned a few down (some even before i crossed them). i've done things that are considered brilliant, i've done things that are monumentily stupid. i've been a great leader. i've been a terrible leader. i've followed willingly and i've followed grudgingly. i've been a good member of society. i've rebelled against society at every turn. i've upheld the law. i've been close to being in jail more times than i care to recall. i've given up things for my friends and family. i've recklessly betrayed my friends and family. i've gone from the valley of the shadow of death to summit of the mountain of life-affirming Grace. and i've been stupid enough to ignore my inner voice. and i've been smart enough to heed its advice. i've developed my character into something all should be proud of. i've let my attitude slip into almost never ending spirals of failure and disgust. i've traveled the circle of life and have come up with only one thing that anyone needs to understand:
life has no purpose
for some reason, be it a quirk of evolution or Divine Design (you get to pick which newsletter you subscribe to), humans have developed consciousness. and a symptom of that is we have decided there should be "more" to life than basic survival and propagation of the species. well, boys and girls, there isn't. all this hoopla and rigamarole that we've developed and dubbed "society" and "culture" isn't all it's cracked up to be. people discuss finding their niche. looking for their purpose. discovering their higher calling. there isn't one. look around. this is it. this is the bed we have made and now we have to sleep in it. the simplest way to decide if you're doing what you should be doing is to ask yourself one question: are you happy? i'm not talking new box of oreos and a gallon of milk happy. i'm not talking i just bought a new 48" plasma TV happy. i'm talking soul fulfilling, can't-hold-back-the-smile pure elation. if you can't answer yes then you are not doing what you should be doing. the next step is the hard one. fix it. school doesn't make you happy? quit. i did. you don't want to live at home? move out. your gf/bf make you miserable? kick 'em to the curb. don't like your weight? lose some. that mouse in your apartment pissing you off? get a cat. that kid you know annoying the fuck out of you? forget 'em. they aren't needed in your universe.
i've been searching for the meaning of life since i was 13 years old. i know exactly when it started. i read the Bible cover to cover and decided that there had to be more. well, there doesn't have to be more. there doesn't have to be anything. i forget the author but to paraphrase someone: perfection is not achieved when something can no longer be added, but when nothing more can be taken away. simplify, simplify. oh, thoreau knew what was up. this is it. take it as it comes. every second is filled with limitless possibilities. true happiness is waiting for you to discover it. and when you do, my God, the glory! i've been striving to understand the universe more and more throughout my teenage years. several times along that journey, i thought i had come close to grasping it. i almost had my hands around the secret. i was going to drink from the everlasting cup of wisdom. i was going to know it all. but i couldn't find it. i couldn't grasp it. my grip slipped. and it was lost. but then for the past few months, i've taken a very Taoist approach to the whole kit and kaboodle. i've relaxed. i've relented my search for understanding. i've let the warm, soft almost imperceivable glow of wisdom just wash over me instead of forcing it into a beam i could illuminate the world with. i've let the river run its course instead of trying to dam it up so i could save the future generations. why should i strive for fulfillment? i'm swimming in it. it's time to enjoy the ride. it's a one way trip. and we've all got first class tickets, even though it may look like coach.
i'll live my life loving my friends, having stupid crazy adventures, searching for the one girl that will put up with my shit and basking in the glory that comes from knowing that--no matter what, no matter the outcome, no matter what--it's all good.
i don't expect anyone to agree with this or, christ, even understand it. this is how i've come to have peace with my existence and the world around me. others may find different paths. just because we aren't on the same road doesn't mean we have different destinations or that any of us are lost. if my ramblings about existence and happiness help one person out, i've helped. and that's all i can really do.
liquid crunch berries
i have decided that red bull tastes like capt crunch's crunch berries. i was drinking one last night (without any vodka or jagermeister, thank you very much) and i was like, what is that wonderful taste that reminds me of my days free as a young child in the north woods of minnesota? then it hit me like shot of grain--crunch berries. i don't know what kind of reverse engineering or industrial sabotage they did to get the essence of crunch berries into red bull, but--by God--i will spend every day of my life thanking them for it.
my favorite word is facetious.
didn't go to bed til 3:30AM last night. this is a recurring theme. but last night was for quality purposes. i was in sandwich, ma--home of pizza by evans--hanging out with lindsey and jaimie and having a great night! i got slightly lost trying to pick jaimie up, but to thanks to the technology that is cell phones, i got hooked up and found her house. we got there safe and sound and got some eats. one of their cats was missing, but she came back before the end of the night, just like a good cat should. speaking of cats, i've been saying i'm getting another one all summer, but the goal is i get back from retreat on the 11, so sometime between then and august 21, there will be a new cat at TKE. he won't be able to be as cool as sisqo, but we'll see what we can do. anyway, we ended up watching the teen movie Get Over It!. which, i might add, is highly underrated. i love teen genre movies, and the fact that this one had kirsten dunst (who was not impressing lindsey and jaimie, but that's there loss, i'm the one that's going to marry her) made it better. sisqo also had some quality parts. he needs to be in more movies in my humble opinion. it also had one of my favorite songs in it. i couldn't think of the name til i checked out the soundtrack listing--"the shining" by badly drawn boy. so overall, the night got the reger seal of approval. i'll be going back to sandwich before long. it's good to get out of worcester and see people the people you really care about.
Faith pours from your walls drowning you calls
I've tried to hear you're not near
Remembering when I saw your face
Shining my way pure timing
Now I've fallen in deep slow silent sleep
It's killing me I'm dying
To put a little sunshine in your life
--"the shining" badly drawn boy
i have decided that red bull tastes like capt crunch's crunch berries. i was drinking one last night (without any vodka or jagermeister, thank you very much) and i was like, what is that wonderful taste that reminds me of my days free as a young child in the north woods of minnesota? then it hit me like shot of grain--crunch berries. i don't know what kind of reverse engineering or industrial sabotage they did to get the essence of crunch berries into red bull, but--by God--i will spend every day of my life thanking them for it.
my favorite word is facetious.
didn't go to bed til 3:30AM last night. this is a recurring theme. but last night was for quality purposes. i was in sandwich, ma--home of pizza by evans--hanging out with lindsey and jaimie and having a great night! i got slightly lost trying to pick jaimie up, but to thanks to the technology that is cell phones, i got hooked up and found her house. we got there safe and sound and got some eats. one of their cats was missing, but she came back before the end of the night, just like a good cat should. speaking of cats, i've been saying i'm getting another one all summer, but the goal is i get back from retreat on the 11, so sometime between then and august 21, there will be a new cat at TKE. he won't be able to be as cool as sisqo, but we'll see what we can do. anyway, we ended up watching the teen movie Get Over It!. which, i might add, is highly underrated. i love teen genre movies, and the fact that this one had kirsten dunst (who was not impressing lindsey and jaimie, but that's there loss, i'm the one that's going to marry her) made it better. sisqo also had some quality parts. he needs to be in more movies in my humble opinion. it also had one of my favorite songs in it. i couldn't think of the name til i checked out the soundtrack listing--"the shining" by badly drawn boy. so overall, the night got the reger seal of approval. i'll be going back to sandwich before long. it's good to get out of worcester and see people the people you really care about.
Faith pours from your walls drowning you calls
I've tried to hear you're not near
Remembering when I saw your face
Shining my way pure timing
Now I've fallen in deep slow silent sleep
It's killing me I'm dying
To put a little sunshine in your life
--"the shining" badly drawn boy
7.31.2002
i'm a genius
i figured out why the administration and greeks have a hard time relating and understanding each other. (i do a lot of intense stuff at work, obviously...). we all exist as part of a system at WPI. we are all a part of the school. we all have a loyalty to the system to see it succeed (social interactions, infrastructure, and education). the thing is that greeks are part of a separate system--their respective house. and we have loyalty primarily to each other rather than the system. since our local subculture is more important than our loyalty to the system it is harder for the system to exert control over the greeks. so they go into a futile attempt of forcing greeks to integrate into the system. so, since the system of WPI doesn't hold our primary responsibility, greeks have no problem rebelling against the system and not integrating smoothly.
yes, many greeks are actively involved in the campus and are not opposed to the overall system and some administrators are greek-friendly, but ask any greek what's more important, and the loyalty is revealed. and the administration would get rid of the greeks if it meant the overall survival of WPI.
this is not to be an upsetting view of how things work at WPI, just a system dynamics way of looking at how these groups interact with each other. i found it insightful anyway.
i figured out why the administration and greeks have a hard time relating and understanding each other. (i do a lot of intense stuff at work, obviously...). we all exist as part of a system at WPI. we are all a part of the school. we all have a loyalty to the system to see it succeed (social interactions, infrastructure, and education). the thing is that greeks are part of a separate system--their respective house. and we have loyalty primarily to each other rather than the system. since our local subculture is more important than our loyalty to the system it is harder for the system to exert control over the greeks. so they go into a futile attempt of forcing greeks to integrate into the system. so, since the system of WPI doesn't hold our primary responsibility, greeks have no problem rebelling against the system and not integrating smoothly.
yes, many greeks are actively involved in the campus and are not opposed to the overall system and some administrators are greek-friendly, but ask any greek what's more important, and the loyalty is revealed. and the administration would get rid of the greeks if it meant the overall survival of WPI.
this is not to be an upsetting view of how things work at WPI, just a system dynamics way of looking at how these groups interact with each other. i found it insightful anyway.
my carry-all aka man purse
i own a man purse. i purchased mine at EMS. it is a stylish black bag. eagle creek brand. their "guide bag". it has many pockets for my stuff and a nice shoulder strap. the reason i bring this up is how it is usually unacceptable for a man to carry around a small hand bag. they do it all the time in europe. but it is a social faux pas here. well no more! me and shakes discussed this is past weekend. a hand bag would be so useful for a guy. you have your keys, your wallet, your cell phone, your gum, your chapstick, your cigarettes, your lighter, a pen, any number of things that you carry around and usually need. well, with my mighty fine man purse, i am both stylish and functional. it does everything i ever wanted a carry-all to do. me and shakes have decided to buck the social stigma and do what we think will work the best. my appearance is based on my own tastes and what i want to wear to look and feel good and do what i want. and i want to wear a man purse.
i own a man purse. i purchased mine at EMS. it is a stylish black bag. eagle creek brand. their "guide bag". it has many pockets for my stuff and a nice shoulder strap. the reason i bring this up is how it is usually unacceptable for a man to carry around a small hand bag. they do it all the time in europe. but it is a social faux pas here. well no more! me and shakes discussed this is past weekend. a hand bag would be so useful for a guy. you have your keys, your wallet, your cell phone, your gum, your chapstick, your cigarettes, your lighter, a pen, any number of things that you carry around and usually need. well, with my mighty fine man purse, i am both stylish and functional. it does everything i ever wanted a carry-all to do. me and shakes have decided to buck the social stigma and do what we think will work the best. my appearance is based on my own tastes and what i want to wear to look and feel good and do what i want. and i want to wear a man purse.
7.30.2002
i have a large cut on the top of my left foot that hurts like a mother. my left quadricep hurts everytime i take a step. my right tricep has been doing this dull throb all day. i am dehydrated and feel slightly nasueated. my mind screams "SLEEP" but i can't listen.
God bless that sweet, sweet nectar we so calmly call the cause--and solution--to all life's problems: alcohol
God bless that sweet, sweet nectar we so calmly call the cause--and solution--to all life's problems: alcohol
good God, we did it again. so the power hour to honor the 5000th download of Power Hour 3.0 was a resounding success. then steve whipped out the "secret" gravity test of his guitar. we smashed it a few times, threw it at my car. me and steve jumped around on the hood and roof of the volare. we chilled on the roof, we ran around being idiots. we stayed up late. we had a good time. getting rip-roaring drunk everyone once in a while with a bunch of kickass people makes the world seem good.
another re-enforcement that this is the greatest. summer. of. all. time.
posting about music yesterday made me think of some other music related ideas. and since the world is so influenced by the music we create, i will share with you another insight from the mind of reger. i realized why people get upset when bands go mainstream. when you discover a local band or some obscure group from say new mexico, you feel a sense of community. a sense that this is your music. you own all their LPs, you've seen them perform a million times, you own demo tapes of them from when they didn't even have a name yet. you and your friends disect the lyrics and melodies and you hold the music to a higher level than you do the pop culture shit that is churned out incessantly. but then one day, you hear their song on the radio. then you see it on the billboard charts. next, your favorite band in the world--your band-- is been interviewed by carson daly on TRL. how the fuck did that happen? this was your little secret. this band was yours. every song was written for you and to you. and now, some teenyboppers are screaming when they enter the MTV studios. you feel heartbroken. crushed. let down. this is why i'm glad that andy lucia moved to italy and jim joined the navy. this means that blue opal, one of my favorite local bands from back home, will never go mainstream. they will always be mine. no one at school has probably ever heard of them or ever will (besides reading about them here, i mean). i have something no one can take from me. not even carson daly.
"I would have made a good Pope." - Richard M. Nixon (1913-1994)
another re-enforcement that this is the greatest. summer. of. all. time.
posting about music yesterday made me think of some other music related ideas. and since the world is so influenced by the music we create, i will share with you another insight from the mind of reger. i realized why people get upset when bands go mainstream. when you discover a local band or some obscure group from say new mexico, you feel a sense of community. a sense that this is your music. you own all their LPs, you've seen them perform a million times, you own demo tapes of them from when they didn't even have a name yet. you and your friends disect the lyrics and melodies and you hold the music to a higher level than you do the pop culture shit that is churned out incessantly. but then one day, you hear their song on the radio. then you see it on the billboard charts. next, your favorite band in the world--your band-- is been interviewed by carson daly on TRL. how the fuck did that happen? this was your little secret. this band was yours. every song was written for you and to you. and now, some teenyboppers are screaming when they enter the MTV studios. you feel heartbroken. crushed. let down. this is why i'm glad that andy lucia moved to italy and jim joined the navy. this means that blue opal, one of my favorite local bands from back home, will never go mainstream. they will always be mine. no one at school has probably ever heard of them or ever will (besides reading about them here, i mean). i have something no one can take from me. not even carson daly.
"I would have made a good Pope." - Richard M. Nixon (1913-1994)
7.29.2002
this weekend re-enforced the general consensus that this is the best summer of all time. previously this distinction was held by the summer of 98. just before my senior year of high school. when i developed some good friendships with people in hibbing and went to a lot of camps, seminars, and toured colleges. fast forward to this summer: i have a solid group of best friends that have stood by me for the last 3 years. i have made friends with some people this summer that i'm willing to put into my little circle of people that i would drop anything and everything for. i have a sweet ass job. i spend my nights with my friends doing what we do best. chilling out and having a good time. i spend my weekends going on adventures throughout the northeast. i've become totally at peace with myself and the world. i realize that no matter what happens, it's all good. it's all good.
so to continue this introspective mood that is rare for a monday, i'll delve into the subject of songs and albums that i associate with definate moments of my life. we all have these, and they all trigger powerful emotional responses. so here's a little closer look into the psyche of christopher john reger...
shimmer by fuel. this is the song that is the summer of 98. it is also my favorite song of all time. that summer was the summer where i did a lot of emotional and spiritual growing, it pretty much is the summer that sent me on the path that i am now following and the experiences from that summer are the ones that have molded the reger that you all know and love. this song just grips me everytime i hear it. i can't explain.
She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterfliess, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools that fall behind
And I'm somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
'Til I break at the bend
inside out by eve 6. i first heard this song when i first came to wpi in the summer of 98. me and my dad drove out to the east coast to see colleges cuz that's where i decided that i wanted to spend the next few years of my life. i came to worcester and i heard this song just before i got out of the car to tour wpi. i must have heard it a thousand times on the way back home then. i bought the album as soon as i got home. this song marks a time when i realized that the midwest wasn't the place for me anymore. i needed to break out and explore. to see more of the country. to enjoy my youth instead of wasting it like i saw so many of the kids in my hometown do. i was going to be something. and this is the song that reminds me to grab hold of the world and squeeze every drop of sweet nectar i can get from it.
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rhines
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
l train by shootyz groove. this defines freshmen year of college. thanks to chove, strekas, and regan this song was pushed into the psyche of all TKEs that year. every party. every social. anytime we had the party room speakers going, i could guarantee that this song was going to be played. it didn't really kick in til late b term, or that's when i remember hearing it all the time. but this song just opens the flood gates on everything that was right with my first year at wpi.
so clear the streets
shake the cops
lets go get these punks
are you all down?
yo nobody better front
Sometimes I am a player
sometimes I am a pawn
No energy to run
but I gotta carry on
that's it for individual songs, so onto the albums. only 2 have become associated with anything concrete.
hybrid theory by linkin park. this is album that is last summer. more specifically the road trip to the TKE conclave in new orleans at the beginning of august 01. let it be known that the 5 guys in a dodge shadow without AC for 30 hours in the south is actually a good time. a great bonding experience and a ridiculous partying experience. there is so much that went on in those few days that we traveling and partying and learning about TKE. it kicked fucking ass. and we listened to this album about 5 times straight on the way back just cuz it kicks so much ass.
I find the answers aren't so clear, wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts they make no sense, I found bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away, over and over again, just like before
where have all the merrymakers gone? by harvey danger. this album isn't associated with any particular time frame or experience. it just kind of goes along with my entire life. this whole album has lyrics and sounds and melodies that anytime i listen to it, happy or sad, it brings me to a point where my head is cleared and my soul is calmed. it invites nothing but good vibes. i feel this album. if you want to know what reger is, then listen to this record.
some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling
others still may shock you with all that they're revealing
but one thing's sure:
there's always more information than you ask for.
ask for this:
just enough knowledge to know i don't know anything
some things are personal (at least they should be)
or is it too much to ask you just to maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
(take the cynical saint to the stake and burn it)
it's radio radio silence silence.
so if you've got greatness in you, won't you do us all a favor? and keep it--keep it to yourself?
so to continue this introspective mood that is rare for a monday, i'll delve into the subject of songs and albums that i associate with definate moments of my life. we all have these, and they all trigger powerful emotional responses. so here's a little closer look into the psyche of christopher john reger...
shimmer by fuel. this is the song that is the summer of 98. it is also my favorite song of all time. that summer was the summer where i did a lot of emotional and spiritual growing, it pretty much is the summer that sent me on the path that i am now following and the experiences from that summer are the ones that have molded the reger that you all know and love. this song just grips me everytime i hear it. i can't explain.
She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterfliess, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools that fall behind
And I'm somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
'Til I break at the bend
inside out by eve 6. i first heard this song when i first came to wpi in the summer of 98. me and my dad drove out to the east coast to see colleges cuz that's where i decided that i wanted to spend the next few years of my life. i came to worcester and i heard this song just before i got out of the car to tour wpi. i must have heard it a thousand times on the way back home then. i bought the album as soon as i got home. this song marks a time when i realized that the midwest wasn't the place for me anymore. i needed to break out and explore. to see more of the country. to enjoy my youth instead of wasting it like i saw so many of the kids in my hometown do. i was going to be something. and this is the song that reminds me to grab hold of the world and squeeze every drop of sweet nectar i can get from it.
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rhines
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
l train by shootyz groove. this defines freshmen year of college. thanks to chove, strekas, and regan this song was pushed into the psyche of all TKEs that year. every party. every social. anytime we had the party room speakers going, i could guarantee that this song was going to be played. it didn't really kick in til late b term, or that's when i remember hearing it all the time. but this song just opens the flood gates on everything that was right with my first year at wpi.
so clear the streets
shake the cops
lets go get these punks
are you all down?
yo nobody better front
Sometimes I am a player
sometimes I am a pawn
No energy to run
but I gotta carry on
that's it for individual songs, so onto the albums. only 2 have become associated with anything concrete.
hybrid theory by linkin park. this is album that is last summer. more specifically the road trip to the TKE conclave in new orleans at the beginning of august 01. let it be known that the 5 guys in a dodge shadow without AC for 30 hours in the south is actually a good time. a great bonding experience and a ridiculous partying experience. there is so much that went on in those few days that we traveling and partying and learning about TKE. it kicked fucking ass. and we listened to this album about 5 times straight on the way back just cuz it kicks so much ass.
I find the answers aren't so clear, wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts they make no sense, I found bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away, over and over again, just like before
where have all the merrymakers gone? by harvey danger. this album isn't associated with any particular time frame or experience. it just kind of goes along with my entire life. this whole album has lyrics and sounds and melodies that anytime i listen to it, happy or sad, it brings me to a point where my head is cleared and my soul is calmed. it invites nothing but good vibes. i feel this album. if you want to know what reger is, then listen to this record.
some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling
others still may shock you with all that they're revealing
but one thing's sure:
there's always more information than you ask for.
ask for this:
just enough knowledge to know i don't know anything
some things are personal (at least they should be)
or is it too much to ask you just to maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
(take the cynical saint to the stake and burn it)
it's radio radio silence silence.
so if you've got greatness in you, won't you do us all a favor? and keep it--keep it to yourself?
7.26.2002
7.25.2002
last night was going to be relaxing evening of doing nothing, maybe a load of laundry, and some blogging. but somehow it turned into socialize with everyone night. it started off with a fugitive showing up at our house. an unlicensed driver with a stolen jeep. it was exciting. she took me, abad, and jules out to dinner. hey, i won't turn down a free meal from anyone--including someone that just committed a felony ;) while at dinner, we ran into the 92 west crew + patty mcburns, so i sat down and chilled with them for a bit. had a pint of blueberry, and they all went on their merry way. then there were some girls that were there enjoying the fine evening so me and abad chilled there for awhile. i met colleen and sarah and saw malia for the first time in like forever. muck, kat, and gardener were there also. we came to the conclusion that if bath and body works had a TV with ESPN and bags that said "sports store" written in black marker and kinda smelled like beer, guys would be much more willing to buy the guy scents that they have there. or girls can just buy them as gifts. everybody likes gifts.
back to TKE, where the conclusion is to watch a movie and drink. this turns out to be a spectacular conclusion that turned into good times for all. the cops did come looking for our fugitive, but it turned out to be all good. so the white russians were drank like it was our job. and me and mcd are good at our jobs. everyone seemed to have a very chill night. we watched dude where's my car? and snatch. two very quality films. then everyone retired, and i feel asleep to the royal tenebaums.
one major topic that was introduced last night that bears release to the general public is the reproduction of mogwai. you know, gizmo from gremlins. well, gremlins 2 was on, and of course, gizmo got hit by some water and he spawned some more furry little guys. now, since this is asexual reproduction, the spawned mogwai have to have the same DNA as gizmo. but they look different, some of them are evil, some are just stupid. we decided that what happens is that it's jungianesque (i just made that word up) archetypes that are being spawned. the different facets of your psyche are being released in a manifest form of a new mogwai. extraordinary. fascinating to say the least.
i've been meaning to post this for days, but i always forget to do it when i sit down and type shit out. the classic mc d quote: "girls are just desirable...it's their job." what brings about this topic is the way that girls can just do one small, barely noticeable thing that makes them go from this girl i know to a goddess that rivals venus. it can be anything from a certain T-shirt, a pair of glasses, the way their head tilts as they laugh, the way they hold a cigarette, the way they toss their hair when it's wet, or my all time fav--glitter. most girls don't even notice what it does to them or what it does to me, and that's just fine. they don't need to know what it is that makes me them incredibly beautiful. they just need to know they are.
ok onto the big topic of the day: the crazy ass dream i had. this dream was just nuts this morning. i think it might have been all the white russians last night, but i'll just go with that i'm nuts...
so, i decide that i am going to go back to my hometown of hibbing, mn. so i'm there. with joel calden, this senior citizen couple, and cleveland and roberta (the black couple from family guy). we start walking around my town, up and down howard street which is the main commercial area of hibbing. we then go into a barber shop. i sit down and begin messing with my hair, worried that i had missed some spots (i cut my own hair the other night, so i think that's where that comes from). i'm looking in a mirror, trying to find where i missed, when the barber comes up behind me and says "i'll take care of it." i turn and see that the barber is leonard nimoy (or spock as most people know him). he whips out a comb and scissors and does my hair up right. when he's finished he swivels my chair back to the mirror and says (in a pretty ominous(sp?) voice),"now you look like you need to do what you have to do." i'm confused. but the 5 other people in my group are ready to go so we leave the barber shop and start walking again. we are the only ones on the street. no cars, no bikes, no people. it's kind of weird. everything is very gray. very bleak. we continue walking and we find this dilapidated building with a homeless guy sitting on the front steps. he has nothing but sadness on his face. a look that screamed "why me? what did i do to deserve this state of misery?" and it wasn't the immense pain that was on his face that bothered me so much, it was all the 10 year old thugs that were standing around yelling at him, hanging out of the windows of the building, taunting him, beating each other up, smoking crack. it was intense. we all look away and we see this swimming pool next to the building filled with this brown goop. like pudding. we stand around looking at it. when we see this crazy haired, big bearded, dirty, homeless guy stumbling down the street yelling "do it! save us! do it! you know you have to! you have no choice! do it!" so i look at the other 5 people with me, and i'm like "he's right. let's do it" so the old couple dives into the pool and swims down to the bottom, the couple from family guy jumps in. i look at joel, he looks at me, i say, "you gotta have faith" and we jump in. now the substance in the pool was kind of easy to swim through. i could see very clearly, even though everything was brown and the stuff was opaque. i could also breath normally, which was a plus. so i keep swimming down, down, down, down, it seemed like an hour. i finally reach the bottom and there is a door open with light spilling through. i walk through the door and i'm right back at the building again. i see the thugs tormenting the old guy, the crazy guy is there, my previous companions are no where around. i yell at the thugs to leave the guy alone and they scatter like crows scared off of carrion. me and crazy guy help the old guy over to the side of the pool. where the crazy guy whips out a stove and some food and starts cooking. i'm like "you're undercover cops, aren't you?" they respond "yes, we are" then the old one starts talking "we had to follow you to make sure you would do it. you had to go through the door. the whole world needed you to go through that door." i just sat there. the crazy guy hands me some food and we all eat in silence. then they stand up and look at me and say "you know, you could still go back through the door. you'll be ok if you go back through. who knows about us, but your world will be ok." so i start freaking out, that i need to get back. i need to be back on my side of the door. so i jump in the pool and start swimming down. i'm swimming for awhile, and then i realize i can't go back. it's not the same door anymore. it's not the same place i was before. it'll never be my world again. so i swim back up and burst through the surface. the sludge is gone. it's crystal clear water. the greyness is gone. the beatup building is gone. it's now a lush garden paradise. and i'm in a beautiful sand pool with a waterfall spilling into it. i get out of the water and realize things might be pretty good here. then a stretch cadillac shows up. the back window rolls down and it's laura eustice, a girl from high school. she's dressed like a gypsy and the inside of the car looks like one of those old egyptian tents from old 30s and 40s movies. she looks at me and says "do you still have the star?" i'm like "yeah" and i pull it from my pocket. a small star shining with a dull warm white glow and i hand it to her (don't ask where i got it, i just had it). she proceeds to smash it and hands me back a piece. "here. hang onto this. you'll need it in a thousand years." i respond: "wouldn't it be easier if we just hang onto it til this happens again?" (i have no clue what is going on here, this is all just happening and popping out of my mouth) her reply: "you know the power it possess. it can't be trusted intact with just one person. we will scatter it throughout the races of man, and--when the time comes--humanity will have to prove its merit again" she then rolled up the window on the limo and drove away. i stood there holding a small broken part of a star with the understanding that in a thousand years, this was going to happen all over again. i stood there knowing that the world was fine and i was going to be, too.
then i woke up and i was like "damn, that was a weird dream, i should blog it"
if you're not part of the future, then get outta the way.
back to TKE, where the conclusion is to watch a movie and drink. this turns out to be a spectacular conclusion that turned into good times for all. the cops did come looking for our fugitive, but it turned out to be all good. so the white russians were drank like it was our job. and me and mcd are good at our jobs. everyone seemed to have a very chill night. we watched dude where's my car? and snatch. two very quality films. then everyone retired, and i feel asleep to the royal tenebaums.
one major topic that was introduced last night that bears release to the general public is the reproduction of mogwai. you know, gizmo from gremlins. well, gremlins 2 was on, and of course, gizmo got hit by some water and he spawned some more furry little guys. now, since this is asexual reproduction, the spawned mogwai have to have the same DNA as gizmo. but they look different, some of them are evil, some are just stupid. we decided that what happens is that it's jungianesque (i just made that word up) archetypes that are being spawned. the different facets of your psyche are being released in a manifest form of a new mogwai. extraordinary. fascinating to say the least.
i've been meaning to post this for days, but i always forget to do it when i sit down and type shit out. the classic mc d quote: "girls are just desirable...it's their job." what brings about this topic is the way that girls can just do one small, barely noticeable thing that makes them go from this girl i know to a goddess that rivals venus. it can be anything from a certain T-shirt, a pair of glasses, the way their head tilts as they laugh, the way they hold a cigarette, the way they toss their hair when it's wet, or my all time fav--glitter. most girls don't even notice what it does to them or what it does to me, and that's just fine. they don't need to know what it is that makes me them incredibly beautiful. they just need to know they are.
ok onto the big topic of the day: the crazy ass dream i had. this dream was just nuts this morning. i think it might have been all the white russians last night, but i'll just go with that i'm nuts...
so, i decide that i am going to go back to my hometown of hibbing, mn. so i'm there. with joel calden, this senior citizen couple, and cleveland and roberta (the black couple from family guy). we start walking around my town, up and down howard street which is the main commercial area of hibbing. we then go into a barber shop. i sit down and begin messing with my hair, worried that i had missed some spots (i cut my own hair the other night, so i think that's where that comes from). i'm looking in a mirror, trying to find where i missed, when the barber comes up behind me and says "i'll take care of it." i turn and see that the barber is leonard nimoy (or spock as most people know him). he whips out a comb and scissors and does my hair up right. when he's finished he swivels my chair back to the mirror and says (in a pretty ominous(sp?) voice),"now you look like you need to do what you have to do." i'm confused. but the 5 other people in my group are ready to go so we leave the barber shop and start walking again. we are the only ones on the street. no cars, no bikes, no people. it's kind of weird. everything is very gray. very bleak. we continue walking and we find this dilapidated building with a homeless guy sitting on the front steps. he has nothing but sadness on his face. a look that screamed "why me? what did i do to deserve this state of misery?" and it wasn't the immense pain that was on his face that bothered me so much, it was all the 10 year old thugs that were standing around yelling at him, hanging out of the windows of the building, taunting him, beating each other up, smoking crack. it was intense. we all look away and we see this swimming pool next to the building filled with this brown goop. like pudding. we stand around looking at it. when we see this crazy haired, big bearded, dirty, homeless guy stumbling down the street yelling "do it! save us! do it! you know you have to! you have no choice! do it!" so i look at the other 5 people with me, and i'm like "he's right. let's do it" so the old couple dives into the pool and swims down to the bottom, the couple from family guy jumps in. i look at joel, he looks at me, i say, "you gotta have faith" and we jump in. now the substance in the pool was kind of easy to swim through. i could see very clearly, even though everything was brown and the stuff was opaque. i could also breath normally, which was a plus. so i keep swimming down, down, down, down, it seemed like an hour. i finally reach the bottom and there is a door open with light spilling through. i walk through the door and i'm right back at the building again. i see the thugs tormenting the old guy, the crazy guy is there, my previous companions are no where around. i yell at the thugs to leave the guy alone and they scatter like crows scared off of carrion. me and crazy guy help the old guy over to the side of the pool. where the crazy guy whips out a stove and some food and starts cooking. i'm like "you're undercover cops, aren't you?" they respond "yes, we are" then the old one starts talking "we had to follow you to make sure you would do it. you had to go through the door. the whole world needed you to go through that door." i just sat there. the crazy guy hands me some food and we all eat in silence. then they stand up and look at me and say "you know, you could still go back through the door. you'll be ok if you go back through. who knows about us, but your world will be ok." so i start freaking out, that i need to get back. i need to be back on my side of the door. so i jump in the pool and start swimming down. i'm swimming for awhile, and then i realize i can't go back. it's not the same door anymore. it's not the same place i was before. it'll never be my world again. so i swim back up and burst through the surface. the sludge is gone. it's crystal clear water. the greyness is gone. the beatup building is gone. it's now a lush garden paradise. and i'm in a beautiful sand pool with a waterfall spilling into it. i get out of the water and realize things might be pretty good here. then a stretch cadillac shows up. the back window rolls down and it's laura eustice, a girl from high school. she's dressed like a gypsy and the inside of the car looks like one of those old egyptian tents from old 30s and 40s movies. she looks at me and says "do you still have the star?" i'm like "yeah" and i pull it from my pocket. a small star shining with a dull warm white glow and i hand it to her (don't ask where i got it, i just had it). she proceeds to smash it and hands me back a piece. "here. hang onto this. you'll need it in a thousand years." i respond: "wouldn't it be easier if we just hang onto it til this happens again?" (i have no clue what is going on here, this is all just happening and popping out of my mouth) her reply: "you know the power it possess. it can't be trusted intact with just one person. we will scatter it throughout the races of man, and--when the time comes--humanity will have to prove its merit again" she then rolled up the window on the limo and drove away. i stood there holding a small broken part of a star with the understanding that in a thousand years, this was going to happen all over again. i stood there knowing that the world was fine and i was going to be, too.
then i woke up and i was like "damn, that was a weird dream, i should blog it"
if you're not part of the future, then get outta the way.
7.23.2002
the thunderstorm that went through today was slightly on the disappointing side. i think it was because me and abad spent a good portion of the afternoon tracking the radar and looking at weather reports waiting for the storm of the century to appear. but it didn't. it was impressive with the blackness and lightening. but i was hoping for the power to be knocked out so i wouldn't have to do work or any of that jazz.
it's almost august. which means it's time to start the last blasts of the summer up. do it up right people.
geek vs greek. this seems to be the common thread lately, so here's my ten cents. my two cents is free. nuisance? who sent? you sent for me?
wpi is a screwed up population to be talking about this topic at. the majority of the greeks are geeks. we just are. look at TKE, my favorite greek establishment. as my good friend arcolano likes to say, "TKE is the island of misfit toys." nothing could be closer to the truth. also i like to think of TKE as the geekiness of the tri-Lams mixed with the partying of the Delts (revenge of the nerds mixed with animal house for those of you that couldn't catch the references...). i am glad that chicks are getting the advice to go after the geeks. we're everywhere and we run the universe. we run the universe.
60 hours and counting... ;)
it's almost august. which means it's time to start the last blasts of the summer up. do it up right people.
geek vs greek. this seems to be the common thread lately, so here's my ten cents. my two cents is free. nuisance? who sent? you sent for me?
wpi is a screwed up population to be talking about this topic at. the majority of the greeks are geeks. we just are. look at TKE, my favorite greek establishment. as my good friend arcolano likes to say, "TKE is the island of misfit toys." nothing could be closer to the truth. also i like to think of TKE as the geekiness of the tri-Lams mixed with the partying of the Delts (revenge of the nerds mixed with animal house for those of you that couldn't catch the references...). i am glad that chicks are getting the advice to go after the geeks. we're everywhere and we run the universe. we run the universe.
60 hours and counting... ;)
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