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Friday, September 29th, 2006
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10:08 pm
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| Thursday, November 3rd, 2005
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10:02 pm - pft
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| Friday, October 28th, 2005
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3:27 am - one of my new favorite poems in a long time
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The Small Square
My life had taken the form of a small square
That autumn when your death was being meticulously organized
I clung to the square because you loved
The humble and nostalgic humanity of small shops
Where shopkeepers fold and unfold ribbons and cloth
I tried to become you because you were going to die
And all my life there would cease to be mine
I tried to smile as you smiled
At the newspaper seller at the tobacco seller
At the woman without legs who sold violets
I asked the woman without legs to pray for you
I lit candles at all the altars
Of the churches standing in the corner of that square
Hardly had I opened my eyes when I saw and read
The vocation for eternity written on your face
I summoned up the streets places people
Who were the witnesses of your face
So they would call you so they would unweave
The tissue that death was binding around you
-Sophia de Mello Breyner, translated from the Portuegese by Ruth Fainlight
and if you put it in the context of new orleans...it makes wonderful comforting sense...especially from what the plumm master flash bottom has told me about the french quarter tonight...drunk ass skriblas in the likes of chris george...and plummers brother, who now has an apartment in the french quarter, hailing its name.
essentially everyone i know who transferred here for the semester is going back to new orleans...it makes me happy to hear it and of course, in a way, nostalgic - going to loyola for a semester somehow...crazy thoughts like that keep popping up...i dunno. i somewhat decided today i want to move somewhere out of the country for a while, maybe somewhere where i can put my french to use, and then eventually move back to new orleans. but fuck do i want to be in the french quarter right now slamming drinks with the teddy bear.
current music: bonnie prince billy - nostalgic revery
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| Thursday, October 6th, 2005
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12:45 am - taxi de doom
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in these here parts, we like to call ‘em yellow death. Not just cus the fact they come screaming, tearin round teh corner like the devil hisself, but because at any given point in their sad, sordid lives on the streets, theyre typically carrying up to at least one angry, angry immigrant. and he’ll sack your ass on that crosswalk. cold turkey.
My roommate, in rummaging through some boxes on top his closet last night, knocked one loose and over onto my little innocent laptop…who now has a fat crack through his formerly sexy, tru-brite XGA display and has basically been rendered entirely useless. so I drank down his death and the rest of that week with a half of jack…and proceeded to get the sickest ive ever been in my life. D.A.R.E (to resist drugs and violence) needs a documentary of me dry heaving for an hour to set those youngins on the straight and narrow.
new york has been ok without you. but I miss you…every last filthy one of you. and the sad, twisty little pit in my stomach gets a little bit bigger sometimes. and the laughter, and the treezillas in the man lair, and the band…and all the things that used to fill it…I miss that much more. but mostly the laughter. i need evan! to help me laugh at the filthy bronx and its angry natives! the bronx can be occasionally mellow though...during the day nice walks are taken for treezilla transportation (if you know what i mean)...and the neighborhoods are nice occasionally - brookylnesque little houses, red brick...what i've heard only of a delicious little italy.
classes for the most part are sort of bland. my sociology teacher has a thick, hilarious bronx accent though. he sort of rambles about on whatever he wants or takes things people raise their hands for...but the textbook is really good. art history...we have a ridiculously nice projector...but i want the modern stuff..and not the old statues and byzantine church blueprints that all seems the same after a while...some gewd shit. my faith and critical reasoning teacher is nearing 60 and has fully white hair. She seems like a grandma more than a teacher. My two good classes were ones that I didn't expect it from. Mainly because i never expected to have an english class as good as the ones ive had and i hated french at jesuit, but i love my english comp class and french. Both the teachers are young chix, both really intelligent and chill...though the french one did namedrop that she went to princeton.
i'm so pissed about class attendance rules. i thought college was just about skipping class whenever you felt like it and not getting noticed. most of my classes fuckn take role. oh schwell...
my dorm has basically been dubbed the party dorm from what i've heard, for as long as its been around. I think the 4 person rooms lend itself to that. That anyone feels they can just walk in any room looking for someone in it...because rooms are so friendly with 4 guys. it's fun if you feel like drinking and hanging out with like 10 guys all the time. most people in the hall smoke pot, but too excessively to be any fun...as in - smoking huge bluntz all the time cuz wre from jersey, SHO - and not just a simple bowl. i am however happy about how this affects sign in rules. basically if you just flash your ID to the latino lady watching her soap operas on the widescreen above the door and she sees your hand and wrist raise out of the corner of her eye...she'll just ignore you entirely.
thanksgiving plans for chicago as id hoped might not be happening anymore. tis sad. but hopefully it will give me that much more resolve to live somewhere in new orleans over the summer even if my parents don't.
If new orleans is back up and running full force this summer…i’m gonna have so much sex with it. although it doesn’t take a hurricane to reaffirm my love for said city, Katrina (whose name, as allison said, sounds like a snobby bitch) definitely made me realize I didn’t soak up the city to its full potential. I had a car for god’s sakes. maybe less sitting around inside and more exploration. though I had a wonderful summer…I don’t know why I’m complaining.
I have more I wanted to add to this..but my roommate needs his computer back…so skribllllll nggas….
current music: prefuse 73
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| Sunday, September 4th, 2005
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5:23 am - dee runk and ang ree
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I noticed while watching the news downstairs in the commons that we’ve been upgraded to “katrina: disaster.” Thanks a lot bush and your shitty news analysts, who probably sat around for what I’d guess 20 minutes, of what could otherwise be valuable time, figuring out what word to use to swing it in your direction. Someone big needs to just get up off their ass (other than nagin, because he’s samuel l jackson shit) and say it fucking sucks. Because it does. I think that’s why mainstream America is so fucking passive about things these days. Because news reporters are so damn placid/smiley clown face happy about shit. sad, sappy, crap without enough fire.
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| Saturday, September 3rd, 2005
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5:56 pm
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brian is eating pizza off of his stop sign. brian loves pizza. and he slams drinks like nobody's business.
my younger cousin riley, who is almost 9 as she informed me today, just got her first screen name. although i get a barrage of hi's and smileys every day, her profile is so, so great:
anthony is crazy
I LOVE CANDY
FALL 05
:-)
LOL
my dad reminded me again today of looking into options for going abroad...and so i decided to post it here so i'll remember...plus for everyone else...because like he said, years you take abroad, you'll get the same college tuition and housing that you're paying for your school now. plus he had some good advice. to do something worthwhile while you're there, and have it for your college resume later on. as mark said, "don't say you went to have wonderful sex with a ton of pretty french girls, but that you learned a second language. they'll like that."
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| Friday, September 2nd, 2005
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2:20 pm - we're off the rail....
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I haven’t updated this in a while…ive been trying to keep a detailed journal of everything interesting in the college life thus far, but it’s far too long to post here. School has started…and it’s all wonderful and i have so many conflicting emotions and decisions…and I feel almost as if I’m betraying new orleans by liking new york and college basically in general so much. Especially in the wake of all that’s happening. I’m not angry. I might throw around a few expletives in the general direction of our current leaders, but really it’s more of a deepening sadness. There’s really no way I can say anything that hasn’t already been expressed…but simply pledge my love for a city that will always have a place in my heart. and one day return to it with a stronger love.
aaron and I took the metro into manhattan last night, and by some stroke of luck/stupidity decided to get off at the first stop in the southeast corner of harlem. somewhere around frederick douglass blvd, martin luther king dr, and malcolm x blvd, we decided to walk faster. The trek was short though…especially with aaron trucking in front of me at like 10 miles per hour…and we eventually made it columbia’s campus, which is rather nice, but basically yuppie city…
met up with corey and kyle – from newport beach and philly respectively – and checkt out the dorm life around Columbia. dorms are basically very small and threadbare, but all have amazing views of the city/river. aaron and corey are both from newport beach and whenever they tell people where theyre from…about twenty chicks jump up from their perch and ask them if they know people from laguna beach. And theyre always like, yeah, yeah, the show itself is totally scripted…but we know steven and lc…
and then come the little explosions and squeals from all around the room…some glassy stares of wonder and admiration…and the questions following that occasionally make me laugh but mostly just want to step out of the room: whats steven like? are he and kristin still together? Rabble rabble…nonsense…
aaron and corey were talking last night about how before the show…nobody knew of newport beach…that it was their own private haven of amazing beaches and now in the aftermath of the show…it’s turning into something of an “OC, seth cohen, mischa barton” resort…how lame. To think that mtv has that power sort of makes me sick.
I was however, inexplicitly pleased to discover that mtv now owns the cast members lives, and that 4 of them now habitually stick to the coke. Serves them right for selling their soul to the devil.
Kyles sister are out of town for the weekend and he has keys to their place, so after scoring some cold 40s we headed down to their apartment on broadway. I can only imagine what this place must be costing them…but kyle said they’re financially sound after working their five years at school…which leads me to believe that flying solo and working in new york city…you can basically get at least a decent place for yourself. Their apartment opens up into a balcony that winds around the side of the building overlooking broadway down the center, a small grove of trees to the left and a little bohemian looking neighborhood to the right.
All residents of the apartment have access to the roof, so after little discussion about this availability we decided the wisest move would be to trek our way up there. In all the lights, traffic, and basically the 15 mile panoramic view of the city, I finally felt comfortable coming to new york…that maybe it was the right decision for me. that leaving for here with no one else and work at meeting people was the best thing for me in the world. Kyle said that if you can make it in new york…you can hopefully take on anything. but it's not even that really. I think not to go just to any city, but sometime in your life, begin somewhere new with no one familiar to you. Start from scratch. but you'll always have your home, your roots, the boyhood memories that made life so happy in the first place. But there are simple ways to go about making the city simple and warm and friendly…from developing an instinct to crossing at streetlights and keeping your wits about you as you walk through harlem…which I actually don’t really plan to do again.
We crashed on the floor around 3 am with 2 blankets, 95 cent hot dogs in our bellies from across the street, sigur ros humming on the stereo, and the glow of the city, peculiarly quiet in the background. I’ll take pictures tonight hopefully.
current music: the notwist
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| Monday, August 15th, 2005
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1:41 pm - sappy sappy!
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It was in some of these last few round (square) table discussions at allison’s that I think I truly understood my friends. It seems in these last few days of teary goodbyes we tend to think pointedly about the loss of our friends, but not what still remains to remember them by. And I realized that basically, my friends have made me who I am today. Because of them I have a sense of humor which I love, an intelligence nourished by years of silly – but nonetheless enjoyable – arguments and discussion…and a clear standard by which to judge future friendships by – exactly what it should be, what it should measure up to. So I suppose this in a way is just a big thank you to all of my friends - close, near, new, old, the people that have been with me from the beginning, the people that have been with me till the end - for making me the person I am today, who I happen to like…for the most part. And mainly I wanted to say, whether we know it or not, we all have something to remember each other by.
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