I'm sitting again here in the office. I really like it. People often tell me how easy I have it to play the cello. They say it like cello itself is easy; like performing music, the career itself, and my future are not a worry at all. I tend to think that sitting in an office doing office things like checking email and sipping coffee doesn't seem all that hard. Unfair of me to say? That's when I tell them to shut up and stick to your own field.
Linda and I were talking on the phone the other day, and we spent a full fifteen minutes singing Sleep Country Canada's commercial jingle back and forth. I make a convincing argument for anyone who will say I'm destined for greatness.
While checking my email, I realized that I had left the site untouched over the weekend. I really wanted to sit down and write something but a few things happened: One, I wasn't in the Concert Office, where it has become my habit to write; two, a dear friend of mine, bless his heart, bought an X-Box.
Onto other earth-shattering news: Fatuous means "weak and stupid". All I have to say is: Haven't fat people suffered enough? Not only are they fat, but with the addition of four letters, we can also criticize their flimsy cerebrations. The madness must end.
Tell me how ice cream cones are not the greatest invention ever. I'd love to shake hands with that guy who thought it up. Like, instead of washing ice cream dishes, or throwing away paper cups when you're done, you eat it. You eat the thing you held the ice cream with. It's practical, it's delicious, it's efficient, it's economical, it's incredible. Tell me it's not incredible.
I'm staying home tonight. I missed work and two classes because of a sore throat and runny nose. I think I'm coming down with something, and you bet I'm going to be a baby about it.
I'm currently writing something for Irrevocable. I've been writing it for weeks and, frankly, it's so dark, nothing is happy anymore. Thank God for ice cream cones.
So I went to see a Yankees game last night. My friend Nick had free tickets and I thought a trip to The Bronx would be exciting. I haven't been to a ball game in six years and, lo and behold, the Yankees were playing the Toronto Blue Jays. For old Jays fans, you'll be happy to know that John Olerud, who to date has probably played with every single baseball team in the world, including a brief stint with Team Nunavut, is now with NY. You'll be a little disheartened to hear, though, that we (Toronto) lost 5-3. The sting of defeat was dulled on me, however, as I didn't realize that the game was over until my friends told me. They should really announce these things: "That's the game. You can go home now. As in it's over." My friend said I probably missed it because I was more pre-occupied with administering enough mustard on my hot dog at the time.
As promised, I have been at work for the past four hours. I only have four words to say about this place: It.. is.. so.. exciting. You will not believe how much fun I have here. There are so many things to do and so many things to accomplish. For instance, I have just spent the last five minutes finding some very unexpected things in my navel. Now I am contemplating eating it.
I'm kidding. I mean, about eating it. (...) Man, I need to get out of here.
So, someone came by looking for 'asian wrestle calves'; I'm sure they found what they were looking for.
To my New Jersey reader who came by under the Google query "growing facial hair is a super power": I totally agree.
Loyal reader, Gary Chan, has sent along a game that is both thrilling and deeply educational. I like games like these. Some days, when it seems the only thing I did right was wear deodorant, I like to come home and play this game. It gives me a sense of life-affirming purpose.
I'm going to work tomorrow morning. So there'll probably be another update somewhere on the site.
"You know, I really like your song Denail. It's really cool how you have fused classical cello with rap. But what the (my edit) is denail supposed to mean. I thought about it for like, ten minutes and it makes no sense. You should post your lyrics because I'm obviously msising the poetic image or something."
I think I'm missing the poetic image, too. But I think it might have something to do with the vowels.
News of the Day: Doing the same thing. Except today I updated Irrefragable.
Another day in the office. I'm telling you: There's nothing like getting paid to do what you do at home anyway. Which is, as we all know, to save the world from everyday peril. It's nice to be recognized.
I don't know if I like Citibank. Everytime I deposit a Canadian cheque -- knowing full well that it's a USD account -- it will take nearly a month to become available to me. Not only that, they mysteriously take away insignificant things like two hundred dollars. It's like a game or something. A "Try to find out how many ways we're screwing you" game.
The other pages are in the process of being written. Nowadays, the only time I have to write is in the office, so you can understand the delay. Secondly, I've decided that paperclips don't inspire you to write. The News Archive | Email
I don't know much about computers, but either the work computer's keyboard is gross, or someone has been using it as a plate to eat an all-spinach salad. As I lead an eventful life, this is your News of the Day.
I suppose people find it a little presumptuous of me to have a News of the Day, specifically since, almost as a matter of principle, I never have anything significant to say. Keeping in mind that today's big deal is tomorrow's big whoop, I figure writing something everyday is better than writing nothing ever. For instance, check out my xanga site.
I don't know much about computers, but either the work computer's keyboard is gross, or someone has been using it as a plate to eat an all-spinach salad or something. As I lead an eventful life, this is your News of the Day.
I suppose people find it a little presumptuous of me to have a News of the Day, specifically since, almost as a matter of principle, I never have anything significant to say. Keeping in mind that today's big deal is tomorrow's big whoop, I figure writing something everyday is better than writing nothing ever. For instance, check out my xanga site.
I've been cooking a lot this week. This is because last week, I spent the whole week eating out. I seem to have a special affinity towards Thai food. By Saturday, I had eaten at Lemongrass four times (Broadway between 94/95th) -- I had gotten back to New York on Tuesday. Incidentally, I have decided Thai food is a good first date (though none of the four meals were so). First dates are decidedly non-committal; twenty-dollar steaks, then, for students at least, is not usually done. So it's really either pizza, fried chicken, or Chinese. Through restaurant decor, being different, and showing off your worldliness and culture, Thai food is, essentially, a more impressive chicken ball.
It's a good thing you have me, an unspeakable authority by way of overwhelming success in courtship and all things cultural, to impart these things to you. The News Archive | Email
I'm a little apprehensive about my signing up for a German course that takes place on Saturday mornings, from 10 am to 2 pm. I did the math and that means it's four hours long. I mean, no offense, but German doesn't sound that good to begin with. From my perspective, which is very cultured and enlightened, to speak German correctly, you must give way to enthusiastic fricatives, throaty grunts, and lots of mild horking. I could be wrong. But if this is true, four hours of it seems to be a lot.
I have an hour left at the Concert Office. I like how people come to the door and ask me a question. When I don't know the answer, I tell them, with the straightest face possible, that I'm stuck at the desk because I seem to have lost my pants, thus making my problems a little more pressing than theirs.
I only have one word in light of my train trip to New York via Amtrak: Don't.
They easily stretch a 12 hour ride into a twenty hour ride. They cancelled my train the day of, and decided to substitute it with a train that would leave two hours later. To make up for this, the train conductors decided to stop and look at trees every five meters. Instead of telling us why we were looking at plants and not moving, they happily made announcements that we could have three pieces of fried chicken for six dollars US at the Snack Bar.
I'm going to complain about this. I mean, I'd be more understanding if this idiocy hasn't happened to me twice already.
Yesterday, Joanne Chan got married in Toronto. This is cause of great joy for many of us, as, prior to her engagement, Joanne was headed inevitably towards a dark struggle with street life, drug traffic, and, more importantly, wearing way too many hats. We are all very happy for her new adjustment to the married, suburban class, hoping that she will never again fall so deeply into unfashionable disgrace. (That is, unless Justis and I have anything to do with it.)
On a side note, I have recently grown a new batch of pimples between my eyes, which, in an all natural bout of zit creativity, has bridged the space between my eyebrows. I had never thought this possible; my heart is warmed that, somewhere in my life, artistic frontiers are being broken. The News Archive | Email
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Yesterday, Joanne Chan got married in Toronto. This is cause of great joy for many of us, as, prior to her engagement, Joanne was headed inevitably towards a dark struggle with street life, drug traffic, and, more importantly, wearing way too many hats. We are all very happy for her new adjustment to the married, suburban class, hoping that she will never again fall so deeply into unfashionable disgrace. (That is, unless Justis and I have anything to do with it.)