...through this year if it kills me.
Yup. Ending the year in style (and angst). And yup. I do listen to music that's not the Mountain Goats. However, they go best in my internet journal, because they are my twenty-two-year-old Bright Eyes.
anyway.
New Years Resolutions for 2009
1. 2 Minute Showers:
This is definitely my least eco-friendly personal pleasure. I used to take naps on the floor of the bathroom with the water on, simply because I enjoyed the noise and the warmth. These days, I just stand there, usually for a about 20 minutes, thinking about not much at all.
With this single self-improvement party, I can deprive myself of something and save the environment at the same time. Next year: self-flagellation with a mulch-spreader.
2. Burn Zero Bridges:
I learned toward the end of 2008 that when you decide you don't want someone in your life, sometimes it means that you lose that person forever. Oops. Luckily, some folks (you know who you are) are just too patient for that nonsense. Anyway, I take the easy-way out too often, then the tantrum-fuel runs out, and I just end up feeling foolish. Enough!
Next year: I construct a second 35W bridge. With a mulch spreader.
Some things I will write you about in 2009!
"A woman talks about Buddha with her 6 year-old in Macy's!"
"Why 808s and Heartbreaks is not really that terrible, but Kanye is still no longer on top"
"Domestic Living"
"Probably Some Photos I've taken"
Good luck to you all. May this year take last year out behind the woodshed, give it a good talking to, and send it away with a Werther's and a better attitude.
Mulch Spreaders!,
-Kev'd Lang Syne.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
this morning...
...i set my shirt and a pair of underwear on fire.
Yeah, it's about me, and it's an interesting opening sentence. booyah.
preface: we are sleeping in my grandfather's house. at one point in history, he got so mad at the power company for charging him large amounts of money on his bill, he ripped the gas lines out of the ground around his house. hence, no heating. instead, he pays out the ass in electric bills for using about 23 electric furnaces around the house. and leaves the stove on all night for more spatial heating. and i have to sleep there. all week long. on a couch. in sweats. under four blankets. tis the season for cranky-ass mornings.
actually the story:
not sure what compelled me, but i thought, "hm, there's a full-powered burner going right there. i bet that would make my undergarments all nice and toasty, considering how well it's heating this three-foot space in the kitchen." nope, turns out that touching those things to a red hot oven-top only sets your shit aflame.
to be fair, there was not actually an open flame. the burner was one of those wire-coil-ey type ones. still admittedly a dumbass moment.
liar liar,
-kevsonfire
Yeah, it's about me, and it's an interesting opening sentence. booyah.
preface: we are sleeping in my grandfather's house. at one point in history, he got so mad at the power company for charging him large amounts of money on his bill, he ripped the gas lines out of the ground around his house. hence, no heating. instead, he pays out the ass in electric bills for using about 23 electric furnaces around the house. and leaves the stove on all night for more spatial heating. and i have to sleep there. all week long. on a couch. in sweats. under four blankets. tis the season for cranky-ass mornings.
actually the story:
not sure what compelled me, but i thought, "hm, there's a full-powered burner going right there. i bet that would make my undergarments all nice and toasty, considering how well it's heating this three-foot space in the kitchen." nope, turns out that touching those things to a red hot oven-top only sets your shit aflame.
to be fair, there was not actually an open flame. the burner was one of those wire-coil-ey type ones. still admittedly a dumbass moment.
liar liar,
-kevsonfire
Thursday, December 18, 2008
I wish...
...I knew how to quit you.
Back at it. I had some things to write, but I seem to have forgotten them, much like everything I learned this semester in school.
I am here in Dallas, preparing for some time at home with my goddamily. Cue the booze train. All aboard.
On the television, Olive Oil just gave birth to twin Popeye's, straight from her out-of-frame-animated-birth-canal.
My little sister remains cute.
I just got a "mixtape" album from DJ Drama. Andre 3000+T.I.+Lil' Jon+Pusha T=ohmygodfuckyeah.
My hair is very long.
I wonder seriously about how long I can remain faithful of goodness in the world.
Note to self: This blog is not gay cowboy copulation.
-kevalong cassady.
Back at it. I had some things to write, but I seem to have forgotten them, much like everything I learned this semester in school.
I am here in Dallas, preparing for some time at home with my goddamily. Cue the booze train. All aboard.
On the television, Olive Oil just gave birth to twin Popeye's, straight from her out-of-frame-animated-birth-canal.
My little sister remains cute.
I just got a "mixtape" album from DJ Drama. Andre 3000+T.I.+Lil' Jon+Pusha T=ohmygodfuckyeah.
My hair is very long.
I wonder seriously about how long I can remain faithful of goodness in the world.
Note to self: This blog is not gay cowboy copulation.
-kevalong cassady.
Monday, December 1, 2008
fuck...
...this thing.
I'm done with it. Maybe I'll come back to it down the line, but I feel like I'm spending a lot of time writing drivel here that I could be writing elsewhere (grad school?)
-signing off with clever little permutations of my name is no longer original.
I'm done with it. Maybe I'll come back to it down the line, but I feel like I'm spending a lot of time writing drivel here that I could be writing elsewhere (grad school?)
-signing off with clever little permutations of my name is no longer original.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
my favorite...
...lyrics in the last little while.
They come out of a track by Marvo (I Gotta Hustle) who is apparently an up and coming artist out of the Chicago area.
Make it fast make it slow
Long as I'm making mo'.
I'm running for that money,
shit, I'm chasing dough.
Don't spend it on nothing I just make it grow
Put my faith in God,
then I put my face in blow.
I'm in character.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wow.
I highly recommend finding the track on fakeshoredrive (upper right) and listening to it.
Eat the shit out of your meal tomorrow,
-kevo (I can't believe I never used this til now!)
They come out of a track by Marvo (I Gotta Hustle) who is apparently an up and coming artist out of the Chicago area.
Make it fast make it slow
Long as I'm making mo'.
I'm running for that money,
shit, I'm chasing dough.
Don't spend it on nothing I just make it grow
Put my faith in God,
then I put my face in blow.
I'm in character.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wow.
I highly recommend finding the track on fakeshoredrive (upper right) and listening to it.
Eat the shit out of your meal tomorrow,
-kevo (I can't believe I never used this til now!)
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
our wonderful world...
...is full of awesome little furry things.
Among them:
GREMLINS!
Seriously!
Fucking Gremlins!
-kevlin
P.S. GREMLINS!!!!
Among them:
GREMLINS!
Seriously!
Fucking Gremlins!
-kevlin
P.S. GREMLINS!!!!
Monday, November 24, 2008
where does...
...joy come from?
joy comes from here:
and here:
and any number of places.
family first,
-kevlegria
joy comes from here:
and here:
and any number of places.
family first,
-kevlegria
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I aint sayin' shes a gold digger...
...no, actually, yes, that is exactly what i'm saying.
So, hokay, tonight, I ate dinner in a beach front pent house with a 70-year-old man, his 35-year-old wife, and their 2-year-old grandson. The old man sells insurance to businesses, he ate lunch with the president of Sony Corp. International about 8 months ago. He is quite obviously filthy rich.
His three story apartment looked over the ocean, had 2 separate waterfalls, a jacuzzi, and pretty much marble everything. The toilet was disappointing, however.
The menu consisted of 2 bottles of what I can assume was fine red wine (opened using some strange, amazing C02 pressurizing cork-screw), a mixed green salad, some gross parmesan potatoes, roasted veal chops, and Blue Bunny ice cream.
The wife has admitted out loud that she is waiting for him to die. He made a joke about having many of his own "international affairs" upon hearing about my course of graduate study.
This is the stuff of absurd, horrible dreams.
-kevdigga.
So, hokay, tonight, I ate dinner in a beach front pent house with a 70-year-old man, his 35-year-old wife, and their 2-year-old grandson. The old man sells insurance to businesses, he ate lunch with the president of Sony Corp. International about 8 months ago. He is quite obviously filthy rich.
His three story apartment looked over the ocean, had 2 separate waterfalls, a jacuzzi, and pretty much marble everything. The toilet was disappointing, however.
The menu consisted of 2 bottles of what I can assume was fine red wine (opened using some strange, amazing C02 pressurizing cork-screw), a mixed green salad, some gross parmesan potatoes, roasted veal chops, and Blue Bunny ice cream.
The wife has admitted out loud that she is waiting for him to die. He made a joke about having many of his own "international affairs" upon hearing about my course of graduate study.
This is the stuff of absurd, horrible dreams.
-kevdigga.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Colonies...
...yeah!,oh yeah!
In Puerto Rico, a couple of thoughts.
First, Spanish is really hard to understand here. Todoth thay hablan ethpanol Cathtiliano. Pueth, no puedo entender loth cothath que la gente ethtan dithiendo.
Second, it's really hard learn more about a place in the time it takes to drive from the airport to your family's chosen resort.
Third, taking what I just wrote into account, the idea of a drive-thru BBQ (open-air) is fucking sweet.
Finally, I hate being waited on by people who are about my age. It makes me feel really really uncomfortable, because I'm sure somewhere deep down in their hearts, they hate me.
-kevrico.
In Puerto Rico, a couple of thoughts.
First, Spanish is really hard to understand here. Todoth thay hablan ethpanol Cathtiliano. Pueth, no puedo entender loth cothath que la gente ethtan dithiendo.
Second, it's really hard learn more about a place in the time it takes to drive from the airport to your family's chosen resort.
Third, taking what I just wrote into account, the idea of a drive-thru BBQ (open-air) is fucking sweet.
Finally, I hate being waited on by people who are about my age. It makes me feel really really uncomfortable, because I'm sure somewhere deep down in their hearts, they hate me.
-kevrico.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
graffitti...
...is pretty.
and sometimes, it expresses how your feel better than you could.
-kevsucksdie
and sometimes, it expresses how your feel better than you could.
-kevsucksdie
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
where's your....
...head at (at at at at at at)
you can probably answer that question.
I, on the other hand, cannot.
Something happened to me last night, and it feels like my head is detached from my body. I can't have conversations with strangers. I nearly fainted, i think.
Possible culprits:
Weird Diet Fluctuations. I've eaten a lot of shitty food in the last couple of days, after doing well without it for quite a while
The Electric Blanket. I'd had it turned up to 15 the night before, maybe it was too warm and my body reacted unfavorably
Exhaustion. I am very busy. and Very Very Tired.
Malfunctions in the electric chip in my head. Patriot Act.
Others?
-kevved out.
you can probably answer that question.
I, on the other hand, cannot.
Something happened to me last night, and it feels like my head is detached from my body. I can't have conversations with strangers. I nearly fainted, i think.
Possible culprits:
Weird Diet Fluctuations. I've eaten a lot of shitty food in the last couple of days, after doing well without it for quite a while
The Electric Blanket. I'd had it turned up to 15 the night before, maybe it was too warm and my body reacted unfavorably
Exhaustion. I am very busy. and Very Very Tired.
Malfunctions in the electric chip in my head. Patriot Act.
Others?
-kevved out.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
my life is a little...
...closer to being complete.
i have seen conor oberst play live music. y-a-y.
Some conclusions.
#1) He is not as sad as he (purportedly) used to be. i have never heard a bright eyes record, but i hear that it was a rough time in poor conor's life. he now seems to want to be ryan adams/jeff tweedy. he is a far cry from being either.
#2) He is not as pretty as he (purportedly) used to be. he had weird jack white hair and he looked pretty ugly. he is also not jack white. i would have sooner gone home with the bassist who looked like he was retrieved from someone's mother's basement in 1992, just for the show, or any/every member of his opening band.
#3) The opening band was superior to conor oberst. I think they were called the felice brothers? skinny guys, lots of enthusiasm. except for the accordian player. i mean, enthusiastic, but bearing a remarkable resemblance to the dude from blues traveler.
#4) ATL is a cool city. I should go there more.
i can't believe i missed a day. fuck-all.
-kevor kevberst.
i have seen conor oberst play live music. y-a-y.
Some conclusions.
#1) He is not as sad as he (purportedly) used to be. i have never heard a bright eyes record, but i hear that it was a rough time in poor conor's life. he now seems to want to be ryan adams/jeff tweedy. he is a far cry from being either.
#2) He is not as pretty as he (purportedly) used to be. he had weird jack white hair and he looked pretty ugly. he is also not jack white. i would have sooner gone home with the bassist who looked like he was retrieved from someone's mother's basement in 1992, just for the show, or any/every member of his opening band.
#3) The opening band was superior to conor oberst. I think they were called the felice brothers? skinny guys, lots of enthusiasm. except for the accordian player. i mean, enthusiastic, but bearing a remarkable resemblance to the dude from blues traveler.
#4) ATL is a cool city. I should go there more.
i can't believe i missed a day. fuck-all.
-kevor kevberst.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Here's a Picture of...
...a casserole I made.
Return readers may or may not get a process set of photos, which are step by step to how to make this casserole and pretty neat looking (multiple squash colors).
Thought for the day is: Horses terrify me, they're just so...big.
-kevin kevin kevin kevin
Return readers may or may not get a process set of photos, which are step by step to how to make this casserole and pretty neat looking (multiple squash colors).
Thought for the day is: Horses terrify me, they're just so...big.
-kevin kevin kevin kevin
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
in this club....
...in this club (HEY!)...in this club....
Whilst singing to myself on the street today, i concluded that some of the sweetest, most amazingly romantic songs i know are rap songs. Still walking and singing, i thought, "a lot of people probably wouldn't think this song is romantic. what makes me think that it is?"
here are my answers: qualities that make a hip-hop, non-classic r&b song romantic:
It is romantic when a rapper who usually talks about killing people talks about a special lady/man
See: Pharaoh Monch, "The Light". Monch, of "Simon Sez Get the Fuck Up" fame, raps about love at first sight in the club. Uses words like immaculate, inappropriate, and talks about getting on his knees when describing the encounter. Uncharacteristic=romantic. If D'Angelo came up to you and recited the words from "The Light", you'd probably sleep with him (I would), but you'd probably feel cheap in the morning knowing that you're one in a line of many of the wooed. If a fat, crass rapper gives you this spiel, you're probably special.
It is romantic when a rapper is candid to the point of making him/herself vulnerable in the act of talking about their significant other
Big Boi and Andre 3000 of Outkast are masters of this. Neither seems to be too cool or too hard to talk straight about lovin'. Examples include "Spotieotiespotteddogalicious" (my favorite is "smellin' like a plate of yams with extra syrup") and that song by UGK about getting married. Those songs are hot as fcuk.
(Another note, being straight honest can sort of blur the line between romantic and sexy, see: "Don't want to meet your daddy, just want you in my caddy")
A final way that a hip-hop song can be romantic: The beat simply makes you want to fuck
Self-explanatory and probably the most reliable one
We don't go to the mall, we don't go out to eat,
-kev.love.
PS. One way of immediately ruining the romance in a rap song
Using the word, "pussy".
Whilst singing to myself on the street today, i concluded that some of the sweetest, most amazingly romantic songs i know are rap songs. Still walking and singing, i thought, "a lot of people probably wouldn't think this song is romantic. what makes me think that it is?"
here are my answers: qualities that make a hip-hop, non-classic r&b song romantic:
It is romantic when a rapper who usually talks about killing people talks about a special lady/man
See: Pharaoh Monch, "The Light". Monch, of "Simon Sez Get the Fuck Up" fame, raps about love at first sight in the club. Uses words like immaculate, inappropriate, and talks about getting on his knees when describing the encounter. Uncharacteristic=romantic. If D'Angelo came up to you and recited the words from "The Light", you'd probably sleep with him (I would), but you'd probably feel cheap in the morning knowing that you're one in a line of many of the wooed. If a fat, crass rapper gives you this spiel, you're probably special.
It is romantic when a rapper is candid to the point of making him/herself vulnerable in the act of talking about their significant other
Big Boi and Andre 3000 of Outkast are masters of this. Neither seems to be too cool or too hard to talk straight about lovin'. Examples include "Spotieotiespotteddogalicious" (my favorite is "smellin' like a plate of yams with extra syrup") and that song by UGK about getting married. Those songs are hot as fcuk.
(Another note, being straight honest can sort of blur the line between romantic and sexy, see: "Don't want to meet your daddy, just want you in my caddy")
A final way that a hip-hop song can be romantic: The beat simply makes you want to fuck
Self-explanatory and probably the most reliable one
We don't go to the mall, we don't go out to eat,
-kev.love.
PS. One way of immediately ruining the romance in a rap song
Using the word, "pussy".
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Vaguely Christian Young Person Gather Spaces
...make me really really uncomfortable. And they are all the fuck over Athens. I'm in one now. I mean, no one around me as actually doing bible study right now. But i know they will be soon. Soon.
-kevnostic
-kevnostic
Monday, November 10, 2008
reading is fundamental...
...ly unnecessary. I get all of my news from the MTV.
However, four things out of context in things I've read recently.
From Grad School:
"The military took over Somalia in a bloodless coup when the last functioning civilian president was assassinated in 1969" (Marten, Kimberly, Warlordism in a Comparative Perspective, Pg 52)
From my Spam Inbox:
"Make her grotto wet of pleasure"
From a music magazine:
"On Thr33 Ringz, Rapper T-Pain Drops Fresh Beats, Solutions to Hunger"
From a chat with Megan Clark:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Megan:what are you up to, tricky?
me: reading about warlords
Megan: like me?
me: yep
feudal europe, early 20th century china, modern somalia, megan clark
yup, all right here in my readings
Megan: that's funny
you're in my readings today too
me: frail men of modern america?
Megan: Methylenetetrahydofolate reductase, Homocysteine, Kevin Terry, homozygosity for the C677T, etc...
just kidding.
you aren't a genetic disorder
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I guess that last one isn't really reading, persay.
-kevliterate
However, four things out of context in things I've read recently.
From Grad School:
"The military took over Somalia in a bloodless coup when the last functioning civilian president was assassinated in 1969" (Marten, Kimberly, Warlordism in a Comparative Perspective, Pg 52)
From my Spam Inbox:
"Make her grotto wet of pleasure"
From a music magazine:
"On Thr33 Ringz, Rapper T-Pain Drops Fresh Beats, Solutions to Hunger"
From a chat with Megan Clark:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Megan:what are you up to, tricky?
me: reading about warlords
Megan: like me?
me: yep
feudal europe, early 20th century china, modern somalia, megan clark
yup, all right here in my readings
Megan: that's funny
you're in my readings today too
me: frail men of modern america?
Megan: Methylenetetrahydofolate reductase, Homocysteine, Kevin Terry, homozygosity for the C677T, etc...
just kidding.
you aren't a genetic disorder
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I guess that last one isn't really reading, persay.
-kevliterate
grad school sucks....
...but right now, I'm reading about warlords, private military contractors, and mercenaries. For Real.
Fuck Yeah.
(these things are not as exciting when you read them in terms of long-lasting, tenable state infrastructure. actchurally, those things make them not exciting at all. Not really Fuck Yeah, I guess. Just Fuck)
-kevlord
Fuck Yeah.
(these things are not as exciting when you read them in terms of long-lasting, tenable state infrastructure. actchurally, those things make them not exciting at all. Not really Fuck Yeah, I guess. Just Fuck)
-kevlord
Sunday, November 9, 2008
fuck you kroger...
...for putting slices of $1.99 cake by the door. Why you gotta go and do that, man? You know I would buy most anything, and only because it was two dollars. I'm also pretty likely to buy cake, just because i can see it.
two dollar cake, then, is totally beyond resistability for me.
lame.
-kevfection
two dollar cake, then, is totally beyond resistability for me.
lame.
-kevfection
Saturday, November 8, 2008
i lost...
...in an important game of frisbee today.
I was really crushed. Not totally sure why. But I've got this horrible fear that I can't win when it matters. And I guess in real life there's not so much a "winning" in crucial situations, but maybe there is. And if there is, I'm afraid that I can't make it happen. And that sucks.
I guess I can always try again tomorrow, and next month, and next year.
killer parties almost killed me,
-table of kevtents
I was really crushed. Not totally sure why. But I've got this horrible fear that I can't win when it matters. And I guess in real life there's not so much a "winning" in crucial situations, but maybe there is. And if there is, I'm afraid that I can't make it happen. And that sucks.
I guess I can always try again tomorrow, and next month, and next year.
killer parties almost killed me,
-table of kevtents
Friday, November 7, 2008
i'll admit...
...that yes, it is questionable.
I will say this though. I resent online indie comics like Questionable Content for creating fictional, unrealistic girls for me to vaguely crush-on. Like, maybe they're all in Toronto. But probably not.
I mean, I don't even do this with movies! Much less real-life-flesh ladies! I have one of those! Do the authors have no real-life ladies of their own, so they console themselves with these drawn-up ladies!? These comics a cru-el!
-kevfatuated.
PS. The guy at Boy On A Stick and Slither doesn't seem to have that problem.
PPS. Wow it took me a really long time to figure out how to use hyperlinks.
PPSSPPSSPQ. I just found out that Famous Amos, the cookie guy, is Black. Who knew?
I will say this though. I resent online indie comics like Questionable Content for creating fictional, unrealistic girls for me to vaguely crush-on. Like, maybe they're all in Toronto. But probably not.
I mean, I don't even do this with movies! Much less real-life-flesh ladies! I have one of those! Do the authors have no real-life ladies of their own, so they console themselves with these drawn-up ladies!? These comics a cru-el!
-kevfatuated.
PS. The guy at Boy On A Stick and Slither doesn't seem to have that problem.
PPS. Wow it took me a really long time to figure out how to use hyperlinks.
PPSSPPSSPQ. I just found out that Famous Amos, the cookie guy, is Black. Who knew?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Challenge...
...suckas.
I've accepted, and now it's a team. A team of super-awesome folks. One has babies! They're real cute!
And Todd! I love Todd. And ME!
LOOK AT ME!
I hate cats! But I love them in pictures!
I'm going take this "post everyday" thing as an opportunity to be less serious about my blog. No more love-sickness with friends. No more boring ol' political posts. Just a lot of pointless drivel.
-kevisus
ps. I keep wanting to scream "eat shit!" at people with McCain/Palin stuff on on their cars, etc. But I know that would be wrong.
I've accepted, and now it's a team. A team of super-awesome folks. One has babies! They're real cute!
And Todd! I love Todd. And ME!
LOOK AT ME!
I hate cats! But I love them in pictures!
I'm going take this "post everyday" thing as an opportunity to be less serious about my blog. No more love-sickness with friends. No more boring ol' political posts. Just a lot of pointless drivel.
-kevisus
ps. I keep wanting to scream "eat shit!" at people with McCain/Palin stuff on on their cars, etc. But I know that would be wrong.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Woke up new...
... I felt free and I felt lonely and I felt scared.
(That coffee said Obama when I ordered it. It was an Obama latte. All smiles)
We have a new president, and I was too tired last night from volunteering around Chicago with various organizations dedicated to increasing immigrant voter participation to care.
This morning, however, I woke up new. And I felt bright and energized all at the same time. This is an incredible moment to live through. I am happy to have seen it.
However, what I took away from from talking to dozens of people, knocking on hundreds of doors, and watching a young organizers command small armies of volunteers* was that it matters more what people are willing to do to fight for their rights than who is president or in congress or what-have-you. Barack Obama is a symbol for millions of people who were hungry to be represented. And while seeing his face brings me satisfaction, seeing the faces of brown people who at one point could not vote or who still cannot vote at present facilitating democracy by begging their families friends and neighbors to visit the polls, that brought me joy and peace.
this is real and not for play,
-kevoutthevote
*to get an idea of where I was starting saturday, googlemap the following: Waukegan, Il, Woodstock, Il, Melrose Park, Il, 1847 W Summerdale, Chicago, Cicero, Il, 2107 N Albany, Chicago, back to Cicero, back to Albany, Waukegan, Il, Madison and Michigan, Chicago, 2020 W 18th, Chicago, 2107 Albany
(That coffee said Obama when I ordered it. It was an Obama latte. All smiles)
We have a new president, and I was too tired last night from volunteering around Chicago with various organizations dedicated to increasing immigrant voter participation to care.
This morning, however, I woke up new. And I felt bright and energized all at the same time. This is an incredible moment to live through. I am happy to have seen it.
However, what I took away from from talking to dozens of people, knocking on hundreds of doors, and watching a young organizers command small armies of volunteers* was that it matters more what people are willing to do to fight for their rights than who is president or in congress or what-have-you. Barack Obama is a symbol for millions of people who were hungry to be represented. And while seeing his face brings me satisfaction, seeing the faces of brown people who at one point could not vote or who still cannot vote at present facilitating democracy by begging their families friends and neighbors to visit the polls, that brought me joy and peace.
this is real and not for play,
-kevoutthevote
*to get an idea of where I was starting saturday, googlemap the following: Waukegan, Il, Woodstock, Il, Melrose Park, Il, 1847 W Summerdale, Chicago, Cicero, Il, 2107 N Albany, Chicago, back to Cicero, back to Albany, Waukegan, Il, Madison and Michigan, Chicago, 2020 W 18th, Chicago, 2107 Albany
Monday, October 27, 2008
This person is WONDERFUL!...
...She's the only person to ever make me feel like a scared horse and a big brave dog all in the same day!
Hey! Wow! Thanks!
RAWRARARARARWARAR
-kevinnnnnenenen
Hey! Wow! Thanks!
RAWRARARARARWARAR
-kevinnnnnenenen
Saturday, October 25, 2008
You knew it was coming eventually...
...I can't shake this person!
She fucking rules!
(Unfortunately, all the photos are having to come from the f-book. Lame, I know, but my computer with some photos sorta sploded. Also unfortunately, most photos of this dashing woman are of her doing something creepy in a play. This, was the least creepy of those, I think)
As a younger man, I tried to quit her multiple times. Not to be, friends.
I pretty much don't get to choose whether we're friends or not, and that's pretty much the best thing ever.
Love-ly.
Puttin' holes in your sweata,
with my Beretta.
-circle kae
She fucking rules!
(Unfortunately, all the photos are having to come from the f-book. Lame, I know, but my computer with some photos sorta sploded. Also unfortunately, most photos of this dashing woman are of her doing something creepy in a play. This, was the least creepy of those, I think)
As a younger man, I tried to quit her multiple times. Not to be, friends.
I pretty much don't get to choose whether we're friends or not, and that's pretty much the best thing ever.
Love-ly.
Puttin' holes in your sweata,
with my Beretta.
-circle kae
Thursday, October 23, 2008
This Here Pursin (for lack of better photo evidence)...
...is my first and last best friend.
In a quick exercise, I want all six of you to think about the person you know you can depend on most in the world. Now think about your first memory of that person doing something that you were pissed about. Now think about how you got over that and how much fun you had being friends again. Now think about how many times/year that this happens.
I bet my number is higher than yours, because my best friend has been my best friend since I was a round ball of baby (there's photo evidence to prove it, she's straining significantly to keep my fat little body aloft).
I suppose the only exceptions would those of you who thought of your parents, in which case, that's really awesome. Me, I've got the best sister on earth, so nyah nyah.
If I had a boat, I'd sail across the ocean.
And if I had a pony...I'd ride him on my boat.
-kevro the furry footed
In a quick exercise, I want all six of you to think about the person you know you can depend on most in the world. Now think about your first memory of that person doing something that you were pissed about. Now think about how you got over that and how much fun you had being friends again. Now think about how many times/year that this happens.
I bet my number is higher than yours, because my best friend has been my best friend since I was a round ball of baby (there's photo evidence to prove it, she's straining significantly to keep my fat little body aloft).
I suppose the only exceptions would those of you who thought of your parents, in which case, that's really awesome. Me, I've got the best sister on earth, so nyah nyah.
If I had a boat, I'd sail across the ocean.
And if I had a pony...I'd ride him on my boat.
-kevro the furry footed
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I am in love...
...with this person!
It's hard to explain things like this. I never could have envisioned myself with someone like her. Sometimes I'm still confused that it's real. But it is, and I'm happiest when she's with me. It's (capital L)ove. Maybe that's the wonderful thing about that whole thing. It doesn't really matter that much who you expected or thought you'd be with. In reality, those people don't make you as happy as you'd expect them to (I'm holding out for Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliot). I personally don't think there's "the one" person for each of us, but this one is tremendous for me. How fun, no?
That person up there^^^^, is awesome.
Always in love,
-kev-sick
It's hard to explain things like this. I never could have envisioned myself with someone like her. Sometimes I'm still confused that it's real. But it is, and I'm happiest when she's with me. It's (capital L)ove. Maybe that's the wonderful thing about that whole thing. It doesn't really matter that much who you expected or thought you'd be with. In reality, those people don't make you as happy as you'd expect them to (I'm holding out for Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliot). I personally don't think there's "the one" person for each of us, but this one is tremendous for me. How fun, no?
That person up there^^^^, is awesome.
Always in love,
-kev-sick
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
This Beautiful Person...
Is my most consistent, awesomest friend. And she's awesome.
I can't really explain why I'm doing this. I like it a lot though. I think the closest I can get is by comparing this to the scenes from Wong Kar Wai's "2046" where the woman whispers her love for a dude into a hole in a tree. (This is roughly as I remember it). I really like telling people how much they mean to me, but I do this too often and it gets weird, especially with people who are either a/ not in the mood or b/ people who find it difficult to convey their emotions in return.
So, for me, this is nice, except instead of whispering my love into a tree, I'm shouting it into the vast void of the internet.
You ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'
-captain k
I can't really explain why I'm doing this. I like it a lot though. I think the closest I can get is by comparing this to the scenes from Wong Kar Wai's "2046" where the woman whispers her love for a dude into a hole in a tree. (This is roughly as I remember it). I really like telling people how much they mean to me, but I do this too often and it gets weird, especially with people who are either a/ not in the mood or b/ people who find it difficult to convey their emotions in return.
So, for me, this is nice, except instead of whispering my love into a tree, I'm shouting it into the vast void of the internet.
You ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'
-captain k
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Hayer Marchamos....
...Mañana votamos.
Immigrant voting push strong
Chicago Tribune
12:11 AM CDT, October 3, 2008
Voter registration drive
Volunteers register voters Wednesday at Eid al-Fitr, which marks the end of the Ramadan fasting period. (Tribune photo by Chuck Berman / October 1, 2008)
During the last three months, immigrant groups in Illinois have registered about 24,000 new voters, part of an aggressive last push to influence next month's elections.
Although the subject of Immigration has barely been broached by either presidential candidate, frustrations with the system are spurring registration drives in Chicago, Los Angeles, New York and elsewhere that have seen nearly half a million new voters registered by immigrant groups in 12 states.
A campaign in Illinois and six other stateslaunched last week to register 1 million new Latino voters hopes to sway 46 Electoral College votes, organizers said. In solidly Democratic Illinois, activists are targeting suburban areas where potentially close congressional elections could lead to more support in Congress for Immigration reforms. Nearly 200,000 voters in Illinois have registered since January, bringing the state total to 7.4 million, Illinois State Board of Elections figures show.
"This is now getting to the point where the impact of the electorate is going to have to be taken seriously," said Joshua Hoyt, executive director of the Illinois Coalition of Immigrant and Refugee Rights, which is also launching a $500,000 get-out-the-vote effort next week featuring phone banks, mailers and offers to drive voters to polling sites Nov. 4.
As they target Chinatown, Bridgeview, Chicago Lawn and 17 other communities in a scramble for new voters before Tuesday's registration deadline, volunteers have tapped into a mosaic of the immigrant experience that defines the Chicago region.
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Yay for all my buddies...
Many regrets,
KOTV (Kev out the vote)
Immigrant voting push strong
Chicago Tribune
12:11 AM CDT, October 3, 2008
Voter registration drive
Volunteers register voters Wednesday at Eid al-Fitr, which marks the end of the Ramadan fasting period. (Tribune photo by Chuck Berman / October 1, 2008)
During the last three months, immigrant groups in Illinois have registered about 24,000 new voters, part of an aggressive last push to influence next month's elections.
Although the subject of Immigration has barely been broached by either presidential candidate, frustrations with the system are spurring registration drives in Chicago, Los Angeles, New York and elsewhere that have seen nearly half a million new voters registered by immigrant groups in 12 states.
A campaign in Illinois and six other stateslaunched last week to register 1 million new Latino voters hopes to sway 46 Electoral College votes, organizers said. In solidly Democratic Illinois, activists are targeting suburban areas where potentially close congressional elections could lead to more support in Congress for Immigration reforms. Nearly 200,000 voters in Illinois have registered since January, bringing the state total to 7.4 million, Illinois State Board of Elections figures show.
"This is now getting to the point where the impact of the electorate is going to have to be taken seriously," said Joshua Hoyt, executive director of the Illinois Coalition of Immigrant and Refugee Rights, which is also launching a $500,000 get-out-the-vote effort next week featuring phone banks, mailers and offers to drive voters to polling sites Nov. 4.
As they target Chinatown, Bridgeview, Chicago Lawn and 17 other communities in a scramble for new voters before Tuesday's registration deadline, volunteers have tapped into a mosaic of the immigrant experience that defines the Chicago region.
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Yay for all my buddies...
Many regrets,
KOTV (Kev out the vote)
Thursday, October 2, 2008
New Feature!....
...People who are awesome!
This person is awesome:
Stay Tuned for More Awesome People.
From Georgia With Love,
-k....e....v...i...n
This person is awesome:
Stay Tuned for More Awesome People.
From Georgia With Love,
-k....e....v...i...n
Thursday, September 25, 2008
wait. I wasn't done.
Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ooh, she put her beer down
Here she comes
Here she comes
Left left left right left
Whoo
Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)
Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)
We don't care bout the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk
(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk)
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Now I'm done.
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ooh, she put her beer down
Here she comes
Here she comes
Left left left right left
Whoo
Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)
Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)
We don't care bout the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk
(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk)
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Now I'm done.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I still really like....
...Rockn'rollmusic
Went to see Pinback, it was enjoyable to see a band I've loved since high school, even if I haven't heard their two most recent records.
A couple of thoughts are:
-They sound better in studio. I haven't really ever seen a show where I felt this way, but they put their stuff together meticulously, at home, on a laptop, over the course of years. And it sounds really fucking good. Live, they upped the tempo, added extra drums, and whinier vocals. So, not really amazing. But. They still played the songs I wanted to hear, and those songs still gave me chills.
-Weird crowd. A lot of semi-fratty boys dancing awkwardly. Similar number of sorority? Type girls dancing awkwardly. Lots of people with beards. I'ma shave mine clean off.
-The bass-player/2nd vocalist is fucking awesome. He's really really good. And watching him play some of the first bass lines I ever learned enthusiastically and with variations I could never dream of thrown in was a real treat.
I think I want to start spending lots of time playing music again.
2x 2L calling CQ New York. Isn't there anyone on the air?
-kevback.
ps. Real bassists play 4-string.
Went to see Pinback, it was enjoyable to see a band I've loved since high school, even if I haven't heard their two most recent records.
A couple of thoughts are:
-They sound better in studio. I haven't really ever seen a show where I felt this way, but they put their stuff together meticulously, at home, on a laptop, over the course of years. And it sounds really fucking good. Live, they upped the tempo, added extra drums, and whinier vocals. So, not really amazing. But. They still played the songs I wanted to hear, and those songs still gave me chills.
-Weird crowd. A lot of semi-fratty boys dancing awkwardly. Similar number of sorority? Type girls dancing awkwardly. Lots of people with beards. I'ma shave mine clean off.
-The bass-player/2nd vocalist is fucking awesome. He's really really good. And watching him play some of the first bass lines I ever learned enthusiastically and with variations I could never dream of thrown in was a real treat.
I think I want to start spending lots of time playing music again.
2x 2L calling CQ New York. Isn't there anyone on the air?
-kevback.
ps. Real bassists play 4-string.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Another example of why you shouldn't be an asshole....
...Because when your banks go into a liquidity tailspin, international financial partners will not come to your aid.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/23/business/worldbusiness/23euro.html?_r=1&ref=business&oref=slogin
Even in the international financial market system, the do unto others idea probably has something to do with how folks do business.
When your G-7 partners call for greater regulation of corporations and industries, maybe you shouldn't thumb your nose at them.
When those same countries are asking for cooperation in stabilizing their own markets, maybe you shouldn't count on capitalism's power to fix itself.
Turns out the the global market really doesn't fix itself. Some people will write that it does, even in the face of this overwhelming evidence to the contrary. They will be wrong again.
And sometimes, we all need a little help from others.
Way to suck at diplomacy, you beautiful administration.
Another reason not to be a jerk,
-kevina
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/23/business/worldbusiness/23euro.html?_r=1&ref=business&oref=slogin
Even in the international financial market system, the do unto others idea probably has something to do with how folks do business.
When your G-7 partners call for greater regulation of corporations and industries, maybe you shouldn't thumb your nose at them.
When those same countries are asking for cooperation in stabilizing their own markets, maybe you shouldn't count on capitalism's power to fix itself.
Turns out the the global market really doesn't fix itself. Some people will write that it does, even in the face of this overwhelming evidence to the contrary. They will be wrong again.
And sometimes, we all need a little help from others.
Way to suck at diplomacy, you beautiful administration.
Another reason not to be a jerk,
-kevina
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I love...
...Frisbee.
I admit it, it is a game that makes me very happy because even though I am a huge basket case and can't stop having neurotic thoughts all day everyday even for a second, when I play Ultimate frisbee, everything else goes away and I can be mechanical and have pure reactions for a couple of hours 3-5 times in a day.
Doubts go away.
Nervous reflection on the immediately preceding moment goes away.
I scream fuck and shit and can be a huge jerk, but it comes from a totally uncalculated place and it is better to be a jerk in that moment, when I can reasonably apologize for it later than in a setting where I might do irreparable damage to a relationship.
My body does things I don't expect it to do, and that's really fun.
At the end of the day, I feel exhausted, but I don't feel tired
I will try to play this game until I am too old to play anymore.
That post was a lame post, not interesting or particularly funny or irreverent. But it was sincere.
Sometimes I do that.
Here ares some pictures of me playing frisbee.
-Kevdog
I admit it, it is a game that makes me very happy because even though I am a huge basket case and can't stop having neurotic thoughts all day everyday even for a second, when I play Ultimate frisbee, everything else goes away and I can be mechanical and have pure reactions for a couple of hours 3-5 times in a day.
Doubts go away.
Nervous reflection on the immediately preceding moment goes away.
I scream fuck and shit and can be a huge jerk, but it comes from a totally uncalculated place and it is better to be a jerk in that moment, when I can reasonably apologize for it later than in a setting where I might do irreparable damage to a relationship.
My body does things I don't expect it to do, and that's really fun.
At the end of the day, I feel exhausted, but I don't feel tired
I will try to play this game until I am too old to play anymore.
That post was a lame post, not interesting or particularly funny or irreverent. But it was sincere.
Sometimes I do that.
Here ares some pictures of me playing frisbee.
-Kevdog
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Found Dog...
...Wirey, scruffy, responds to most basic commands.
Male--Unneutered.
Call Ann. :)
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They'll say those kind words about me someday. When my life goes off track and my addiction to chewy foods gets out of hand. And you can all say you saw it coming. Because I wrote about it in my blog.
I don't blog about music, usually. Mostly because a lot of people do and a lot of them are jerks. But here's a simple, subjective, non-critical opinion of mine...because, man, these albums have gone a long way in keeping me from drinking more than I already do.
THREE POP ALBUMS THAT ARE GOOD START TO FINISH
1/Beulah- When Your Heartstrings Break
2/Kleenex Girl Wonder- Ponyoak
3/The New Pornographers- Electric Version
If not for these albums, I would have died driving from Illinois to Georgia.
Last note, I started tutoring 3rd Graders in Math today.
Two things of note:
1/ Third Graders are Fuckin Cool. Especially when their names are Galaxie and Paloma.
2/ (some) Third Grade Teachers are Fuckin Lame. Especially when they tell their kids that some are smart and some are dumb.
Bonus. I'm glad none of the kids in my class are this kid.
Y-A-Y, Yay!
-keverrific.
Male--Unneutered.
Call Ann. :)
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They'll say those kind words about me someday. When my life goes off track and my addiction to chewy foods gets out of hand. And you can all say you saw it coming. Because I wrote about it in my blog.
I don't blog about music, usually. Mostly because a lot of people do and a lot of them are jerks. But here's a simple, subjective, non-critical opinion of mine...because, man, these albums have gone a long way in keeping me from drinking more than I already do.
THREE POP ALBUMS THAT ARE GOOD START TO FINISH
1/Beulah- When Your Heartstrings Break
2/Kleenex Girl Wonder- Ponyoak
3/The New Pornographers- Electric Version
If not for these albums, I would have died driving from Illinois to Georgia.
Last note, I started tutoring 3rd Graders in Math today.
Two things of note:
1/ Third Graders are Fuckin Cool. Especially when their names are Galaxie and Paloma.
2/ (some) Third Grade Teachers are Fuckin Lame. Especially when they tell their kids that some are smart and some are dumb.
Bonus. I'm glad none of the kids in my class are this kid.
Y-A-Y, Yay!
-keverrific.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
holy crap, 50 posts!
...new record!
...I ate a cheeseburger!
And it was delicious. Interesting thing, now, after only about 2 weeks of not eating much bread at all, if I eat it I feel kinda sick. Otherwise, I'm doing much better, physically. I'm leaner, I feel like my endurance is up a little athletically, and my brain is not so hazy as it was the first two weeks.
Athens is becoming a little more liveable. It just...is. One of the ways that I'm having better luck are the small businesses that are becoming sort of oasis.
It sounds strange, and I don't particularly like saying that I'm finding comfort in places where I can spend my money, but I would be lying if I told you it weren't the case. Some examples:
-Schoolkids Records. I bought Stereolab tickets there, it seems to have things I am looking for, and I've been in twice to browse and not buy and the people didn't seem to mind when I did it.
-Add Drug Pharmacy. It's true, it's not the Weinery, but really, no place is the Weinery besides the Weinery. This is where I ate 2 hamburgers, cooked in front of me and a Coke, which, when I ordered it, they asked me, "do you want some Vanilla or Cherry?" and I said "(FUCK!) yes please". And then everything (coke, chips, burgers, stomachache) was 4 dollars. True story. And it's in a real-life drug store. These things don't really happen up North.
-283 Bar. Nice Bartenders. Jukebox with David Bowie, Michael Jackson, Elton John, Fucked Up, and Built to Spill. 2 Dollar PBR tall boys. What's not to love?
-Rocket Salon. Awesome haircut. And they do tattoos. Rocket Salon Hair and Tattoo Parlor. Awesome.
So, at least I can spend my money well. Who says you can't buy 20 minutes of happiness at a time. Not hookers, that's for sure.
Sometimes, I with I had a farm,
-kevved on fonics
...I ate a cheeseburger!
And it was delicious. Interesting thing, now, after only about 2 weeks of not eating much bread at all, if I eat it I feel kinda sick. Otherwise, I'm doing much better, physically. I'm leaner, I feel like my endurance is up a little athletically, and my brain is not so hazy as it was the first two weeks.
Athens is becoming a little more liveable. It just...is. One of the ways that I'm having better luck are the small businesses that are becoming sort of oasis.
It sounds strange, and I don't particularly like saying that I'm finding comfort in places where I can spend my money, but I would be lying if I told you it weren't the case. Some examples:
-Schoolkids Records. I bought Stereolab tickets there, it seems to have things I am looking for, and I've been in twice to browse and not buy and the people didn't seem to mind when I did it.
-Add Drug Pharmacy. It's true, it's not the Weinery, but really, no place is the Weinery besides the Weinery. This is where I ate 2 hamburgers, cooked in front of me and a Coke, which, when I ordered it, they asked me, "do you want some Vanilla or Cherry?" and I said "(FUCK!) yes please". And then everything (coke, chips, burgers, stomachache) was 4 dollars. True story. And it's in a real-life drug store. These things don't really happen up North.
-283 Bar. Nice Bartenders. Jukebox with David Bowie, Michael Jackson, Elton John, Fucked Up, and Built to Spill. 2 Dollar PBR tall boys. What's not to love?
-Rocket Salon. Awesome haircut. And they do tattoos. Rocket Salon Hair and Tattoo Parlor. Awesome.
So, at least I can spend my money well. Who says you can't buy 20 minutes of happiness at a time. Not hookers, that's for sure.
Sometimes, I with I had a farm,
-kevved on fonics
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Ain't No Party in the Police State...
I've only seen pictures, but it appears that the suppression of free speech at the Republican National Convention is everything they said it would be."Free Speech Zones", cattle routes, and police in riot gear. A few of my friends were on the front page of the Minneapolis Star Tribune (www.startribune.com, look up the slide show and video), being marched prisoner-style along a lawn.
I am so proud of them. And everyone else who marched. Not necessarily because I think the party is the most productive thing to protest, but because I think they are extraordinarily brave to risk their bodies in speaking their minds.
awed,
-k
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Finale
Last Day.
Food:
No food. Part of the life change plans to be intermittent fasting, as recommended by one very fit-looking man.
Today, I did not eat. Except for 1 pot of earl grey tea and 3 almonds. Wow this is about as hard as I thought it would be. I am very hungry.
Tomorrow, I'll write up some observations. The next day I will write up some analyses, maybe.
Regardless, I will blog about my food intake no more forever. Things will go back to their normal 3-4 posts a month.
-kevcepticon.
Food:
No food. Part of the life change plans to be intermittent fasting, as recommended by one very fit-looking man.
Today, I did not eat. Except for 1 pot of earl grey tea and 3 almonds. Wow this is about as hard as I thought it would be. I am very hungry.
Tomorrow, I'll write up some observations. The next day I will write up some analyses, maybe.
Regardless, I will blog about my food intake no more forever. Things will go back to their normal 3-4 posts a month.
-kevcepticon.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Football
Football. Football. Football.
Athens totally shuts down for Football. I don't know whether it is because the town is horribly laid out, or because people just love it that much.
This is not like Manhattan, Kansas shuts down, where residents put magnetic decals on their purple cars and everyone can drive about 20 miles/hr, and people barbecue in the parking lot (which accommodates most of the people who come) and then they go drink at Rusty's Last Chance Bar and Grill or Rusty's Salloon or Rusty's Outback or Rusty's Mother's House. No.
Instead.
Absolute. Gridlock.
Banks are not open. Restaurants close early. Other Reasons for living cease to be relevant.
I was advised to stay in my house. It was not a joke.
In other news, I started reading John Darnielle's blog, Last Plane to Jakarta (www.lastplanetojakarta.com). I cannot love the Mountain Goats or that man any more than I do. My run-in with him, my friends' run-ins with him, his music, his blog. I should stop learning anymore, lest what is perhaps my final music-man-infatuation dissolve. Because lets face it, having heroes feels really good.
Friday, August 28th:
Breakfast:
1 Bowl of Hearty Morning (or whatever the fuck it was, I'm out of it, and I've called its something different everytime I've written it down). With milk.
Lunch: Cali-N-Tito's Latin Cafe
1 Steak Cubano w/ Mayo, Lettuce, Tomato, Jalapeno
Coffee:
1 Medium Iced Americano
Happy Hour:
1 Terrapin Rye Ale
1 Terrapin Golden Ale
1 More Terrapin Rye Ale
1 Drink of Someone's Something Beer
1 16 oz Can of Colt 45
Weakness:
1 99 cent Crispy Chicken Sandwich
1 99 cent Junior Cheeseburger Deluxe
1 Glass of Milk
Saturday August 29th:
Breakfast: 5 Point Deli
1 Rotisserie Chicken Sandwich on White Bread with Lettuce, Tomato, Mayo and Onion.
Coffee:
1 16 oz Coffee
Snack:
Hummus
Handful of pita Chips.
Post Workout:
~20 oz Milk.
Dinner: Subway
Roast Beef Sandwich on Italian Herb & Cheez with lettuce, tomato, onion, banana pepper cucumber and spicy mustard
1 Bag of Original Sunchips.
Drinking:
1 Goose Island Summer Ale
~4 8 oz Jim Beam and Dr Pepper Drinks
1 Shot Ron Rico Pineapple and Coconut Rum.
Tomorrow's it, then I won't blog about what I eat anymore unless it's what I like eating.
luvs and luvs,
-kevpletion
Athens totally shuts down for Football. I don't know whether it is because the town is horribly laid out, or because people just love it that much.
This is not like Manhattan, Kansas shuts down, where residents put magnetic decals on their purple cars and everyone can drive about 20 miles/hr, and people barbecue in the parking lot (which accommodates most of the people who come) and then they go drink at Rusty's Last Chance Bar and Grill or Rusty's Salloon or Rusty's Outback or Rusty's Mother's House. No.
Instead.
Absolute. Gridlock.
Banks are not open. Restaurants close early. Other Reasons for living cease to be relevant.
I was advised to stay in my house. It was not a joke.
In other news, I started reading John Darnielle's blog, Last Plane to Jakarta (www.lastplanetojakarta.com). I cannot love the Mountain Goats or that man any more than I do. My run-in with him, my friends' run-ins with him, his music, his blog. I should stop learning anymore, lest what is perhaps my final music-man-infatuation dissolve. Because lets face it, having heroes feels really good.
Friday, August 28th:
Breakfast:
1 Bowl of Hearty Morning (or whatever the fuck it was, I'm out of it, and I've called its something different everytime I've written it down). With milk.
Lunch: Cali-N-Tito's Latin Cafe
1 Steak Cubano w/ Mayo, Lettuce, Tomato, Jalapeno
Coffee:
1 Medium Iced Americano
Happy Hour:
1 Terrapin Rye Ale
1 Terrapin Golden Ale
1 More Terrapin Rye Ale
1 Drink of Someone's Something Beer
1 16 oz Can of Colt 45
Weakness:
1 99 cent Crispy Chicken Sandwich
1 99 cent Junior Cheeseburger Deluxe
1 Glass of Milk
Saturday August 29th:
Breakfast: 5 Point Deli
1 Rotisserie Chicken Sandwich on White Bread with Lettuce, Tomato, Mayo and Onion.
Coffee:
1 16 oz Coffee
Snack:
Hummus
Handful of pita Chips.
Post Workout:
~20 oz Milk.
Dinner: Subway
Roast Beef Sandwich on Italian Herb & Cheez with lettuce, tomato, onion, banana pepper cucumber and spicy mustard
1 Bag of Original Sunchips.
Drinking:
1 Goose Island Summer Ale
~4 8 oz Jim Beam and Dr Pepper Drinks
1 Shot Ron Rico Pineapple and Coconut Rum.
Tomorrow's it, then I won't blog about what I eat anymore unless it's what I like eating.
luvs and luvs,
-kevpletion
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Almost done, I'll probably do a wrap-up analysis-type thing, and maybe a separate blog for what I eat in the future, but it won't be posted here after Sunday.
Thursday, August 28th:
Breakfast:
1 bowl leftover oatmeal mash w/ milk
3 slices roast beast.
1 glass of Sunny Delight California Style
~ 3 Almonds
Lunch: Espresso Royale Cafe
Turkey Sandwich: w/ Mayo, Lettuce, Tomato, Banana Peppers
1 16 oz Iced Black Tea
Dinner:
2 Bowls of Whole Wheat Rotini w/ Mix of or Ragu Chunky Pasta Sauce and Organic-y Basil Sauce.
1 12 oz Mountain Dew.
Boozin':
1 12 oz Sierra Nevada Pale Ale
1 12 oz Pacifico Beer
1 12 oz Victory Brewery Golden Monkey High Gravity Beer
1 12 oz Rogue Dead Guy Beer
1 7 oz Whatever Was Left of What My Roommate was Drinking
After Boozin': The Grill
1 Denver Omelet
1 Serving Home Fries
1 Cup of Coffee
Drinking too much. Adverse affects on my eating habits.
-kevvy ford
Thursday, August 28th:
Breakfast:
1 bowl leftover oatmeal mash w/ milk
3 slices roast beast.
1 glass of Sunny Delight California Style
~ 3 Almonds
Lunch: Espresso Royale Cafe
Turkey Sandwich: w/ Mayo, Lettuce, Tomato, Banana Peppers
1 16 oz Iced Black Tea
Dinner:
2 Bowls of Whole Wheat Rotini w/ Mix of or Ragu Chunky Pasta Sauce and Organic-y Basil Sauce.
1 12 oz Mountain Dew.
Boozin':
1 12 oz Sierra Nevada Pale Ale
1 12 oz Pacifico Beer
1 12 oz Victory Brewery Golden Monkey High Gravity Beer
1 12 oz Rogue Dead Guy Beer
1 7 oz Whatever Was Left of What My Roommate was Drinking
After Boozin': The Grill
1 Denver Omelet
1 Serving Home Fries
1 Cup of Coffee
Drinking too much. Adverse affects on my eating habits.
-kevvy ford
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Day 20 Something
Wednesday, August 27th.
Breakfast:
~10 oz Berry Boost Smoothie
Lunch: Hot Corner Cafe
1 Vegetarian Ruben Sandwich (Avocado,Spinach,Tomato, Rye Bread, 1000 Island, Spicy Mustard)
~5 Kettle Chips
1 Serving Mac and Cheese
1 1/2 Pickles
1 16 oz Orange Blossom Oolong Tea w/ Honey
Dinner:
Oatmeal w/ Crushed Walnuts, Chopped Almonds, 3 Tbsp Brown Sugar, 1/4 Cup Heavy Cream, 3 tsp Cinnamon, 2 Shots Jim Beam. (Actually really really really good. If I ever need to make oatmeal for dinner because my throat hurts again, I will do it this way, maybe with a little nutmeg and vanilla and perhaps some dried fruit).
Playing Pool:
2 12 oz Pabst Blue Ribbon Beers
After Pool:
1 1/2 lb Big Molly Burger w/ Mashed Potatoes.
-Kevye West
Breakfast:
~10 oz Berry Boost Smoothie
Lunch: Hot Corner Cafe
1 Vegetarian Ruben Sandwich (Avocado,Spinach,Tomato, Rye Bread, 1000 Island, Spicy Mustard)
~5 Kettle Chips
1 Serving Mac and Cheese
1 1/2 Pickles
1 16 oz Orange Blossom Oolong Tea w/ Honey
Dinner:
Oatmeal w/ Crushed Walnuts, Chopped Almonds, 3 Tbsp Brown Sugar, 1/4 Cup Heavy Cream, 3 tsp Cinnamon, 2 Shots Jim Beam. (Actually really really really good. If I ever need to make oatmeal for dinner because my throat hurts again, I will do it this way, maybe with a little nutmeg and vanilla and perhaps some dried fruit).
Playing Pool:
2 12 oz Pabst Blue Ribbon Beers
After Pool:
1 1/2 lb Big Molly Burger w/ Mashed Potatoes.
-Kevye West
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sharing is Caring...
...That's right, i said it, goddammit.
Tuesday, August 28th
1 8 oz Coffee
1 10 oz Campbell's Vegetable Soup
Lunch at 5 Star Day Cafe
1 Cup of Chicken and Dumpling Soup
1 Side Salad of Romaine, Tomato, Cucumbers, Shredded Carrots w/ Ranch.
Coffee Break:
1 Small Pot of Earl Grey Tea w/ Almond Syrup (Surprise!)
1 Small Pot of Earl Grey Tea w/o Syrup (sub Honey.
Dinner:
1 Chicken Breast (herbed and grilled)
1 Serving of "Cajun" Sweet Potatoes
~24 oz Bolthouse Berry Boost Smoothie
1 Handful of Almonds
After Dinner Studytime:
16 oz Camomile Tea
2 Handfulls of Almonds.
12 oz Chamomile Tea with 2 shots Jim Beam
Seriously, it feels good to give things to other people. It doesn't feel good to sit on the things that you own. Especially if you own a crochet set.
-kevnevolent
Tuesday, August 28th
1 8 oz Coffee
1 10 oz Campbell's Vegetable Soup
Lunch at 5 Star Day Cafe
1 Cup of Chicken and Dumpling Soup
1 Side Salad of Romaine, Tomato, Cucumbers, Shredded Carrots w/ Ranch.
Coffee Break:
1 Small Pot of Earl Grey Tea w/ Almond Syrup (Surprise!)
1 Small Pot of Earl Grey Tea w/o Syrup (sub Honey.
Dinner:
1 Chicken Breast (herbed and grilled)
1 Serving of "Cajun" Sweet Potatoes
~24 oz Bolthouse Berry Boost Smoothie
1 Handful of Almonds
After Dinner Studytime:
16 oz Camomile Tea
2 Handfulls of Almonds.
12 oz Chamomile Tea with 2 shots Jim Beam
Seriously, it feels good to give things to other people. It doesn't feel good to sit on the things that you own. Especially if you own a crochet set.
-kevnevolent
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Coca Cola owns my school
...so I may begin to rebel against what was essentially mother's milk for much of the first part of my life. Most positive memories I have of my childhood are tied to the memory of that sweet, sweet combination of corn syrup, carbonated water, caramel color, and the blood of union leaders.
But now, seeing that Coke is written on the side of every building, incorporated into every school event, and actually, paying my stipend by way of a former CEO donating all of the money to start the foundation that I work for, I feel increasingly compelled to rage against the Coke-stablishment.
Some reasons:
1/ That shit is really bad for you.
2/ Not only are the nice memories tied to coke-sumption, but so are the massive fucking holes in my molars.
3/ The weirdness of the oncampus coke-emon. Seriously, you won't find the Pepsi logo anywhere, unless you look at the no food and drink signs outside of computer labs, where they have the big X-out of soda, which happens to be a Pepsi. No man, I don't trust that at all.
Regarding the food blog, I've run into a bit of trouble, given my computer's intermittent death/revival/amnesia, I've lost the word document with this week of foods. I'm going to try to reconstruct it, but I can't be totally sure of its accuracy, starting Tuesday.
Monday August 18
Breakfast: Wendy's
Wendy’s Double Cheeseburger
Lunch: Subway
¾ Footlong Subway Chicken Breast Sandwich w/ Southwest Mayo
Bar #1: The Globe
Peanut Butter and Raspberry Jelly Sandwich
2 Bags of Potato Chips
3 Pints of Harp
1 “Adult Rootbeer Float” (presumably vodka & Schnapps)
Bar #2: The Hot Corner
1 Cup of Beer Cheese Soup
1 Bread and Butter Plate
1 Small Coffee
1 Irish Coffee
Around Midnight:
3 Spoonfulls of Peanutbutter
Tuesday August 19
Breakfast:
3 Egg Ommelette w/ provolone cheese
1 Glass Orange Juice
Don't remember much of the afternoon.
Dinner:
3 Slices of Roommate-made pizza w/ Pesto, Spinach, Feta, Provolone.
Wednesday August 20
This day is a Blur...
Items I remember being ashamed of:
1 12 oz Bag of Peanut Lover's Chex Mix.
1 12 oz Bag of Welch's Fruit Snacks.
Dinner:
2 Servings of Rotini with Ragu Chunky Red Sauce
1/2 Bottle of White Wine.
Thursday August 21
2 Terrapin Rye Beers
1 Fancy Pilsener
Late Night Subway:
1 6-inch Tuna Sandwich w/ cucumbers, tomatoes and mayo.
Friday August 22
Breakfast:
1 Bowl of Healthy Heart Bran Crunch w/ milk
Lunch:
1 Small Bowl of Spinach w/ Wasabi Vinagrette and Almonds
1 Handful of Almonds
Weakness:
1 Chick-Fil-A Deluxe Fried Chicken Sandwich
Cocktail Reception for Grad Students:
2 Slices of "Prime" Rib.
~5 Tortilla Chips
1 Table spoon of bean dip
1 Cup of M&M Trail Mix
1/2 Cold Chicken Nugget
Gradschool Afterparty:
2 Bud Lights
2 Shots Captain Morgan Special Reserve
2 Shots Ron Rico Pineapple Coconut Rum (little puke)
2 12 oz Pabst Blue Ribbons
1 16 oz Pabst Blue Ribbon
Drunk Foray into a 24 Hr Diner:
1 1/3 Pound Hamburger with Lettuce, Tomato, Mayo, Mustard, and Grilled Onions (fail)
Saturday August 23
1 Medium Iced Coffee
Lunch:
Coffee shop Veggie Wrap w/ Onions, Lettuce, Tomato, Hummus.
1 16 oz Black Tea
Dinner:
2 Red Party Cups Miller Light
3 12 oz Pabst Blue Ribbons
2 Shots Tequila (variety unknown)
1/2 Very mysterious Mixed Drink
Sunday August 24th
2 Handfulls of salted almonds
1 Cup of Morning Hearty Cereal w/ milk
2 Servings of Whole Wheat Rotini w/ Basil pasta sauce, spinach, greenpepper, Parmesan.
3 Steak Tacos w/ Tomato, Onion, Jicama, Green Salsa, Lime
1 20 oz Vanilla Italian Soda
1 Junior Bacon Cheeseburger.
1 Glass of Milk w/ Nesquick Chocolate not all the way stirred in.
Monday August 25th
1 Bowl Morning Harvest Cereal With Milk.
16 oz Coffee
12 oz Minute Maid Orange Juice
~20 oz of Japanese Green Tea
7 Various Sushi Pieces (from what I could tell: Salmon, Squid, Eel, Tuna, Whitefish, ?, ?)
1 Dragon Roll
1 Fried Lobster Piece
2 Unknowns
1 Small bowl of Miso Soup
1 Scoop of Red Bean Ice Cream
Late Night:
1 Serving Cold Leftovers of the Spinach/Pepper/Pasta Medley
-Very Very Bad Kevin
ps. Very Bad
But now, seeing that Coke is written on the side of every building, incorporated into every school event, and actually, paying my stipend by way of a former CEO donating all of the money to start the foundation that I work for, I feel increasingly compelled to rage against the Coke-stablishment.
Some reasons:
1/ That shit is really bad for you.
2/ Not only are the nice memories tied to coke-sumption, but so are the massive fucking holes in my molars.
3/ The weirdness of the oncampus coke-emon. Seriously, you won't find the Pepsi logo anywhere, unless you look at the no food and drink signs outside of computer labs, where they have the big X-out of soda, which happens to be a Pepsi. No man, I don't trust that at all.
Regarding the food blog, I've run into a bit of trouble, given my computer's intermittent death/revival/amnesia, I've lost the word document with this week of foods. I'm going to try to reconstruct it, but I can't be totally sure of its accuracy, starting Tuesday.
Monday August 18
Breakfast: Wendy's
Wendy’s Double Cheeseburger
Lunch: Subway
¾ Footlong Subway Chicken Breast Sandwich w/ Southwest Mayo
Bar #1: The Globe
Peanut Butter and Raspberry Jelly Sandwich
2 Bags of Potato Chips
3 Pints of Harp
1 “Adult Rootbeer Float” (presumably vodka & Schnapps)
Bar #2: The Hot Corner
1 Cup of Beer Cheese Soup
1 Bread and Butter Plate
1 Small Coffee
1 Irish Coffee
Around Midnight:
3 Spoonfulls of Peanutbutter
Tuesday August 19
Breakfast:
3 Egg Ommelette w/ provolone cheese
1 Glass Orange Juice
Don't remember much of the afternoon.
Dinner:
3 Slices of Roommate-made pizza w/ Pesto, Spinach, Feta, Provolone.
Wednesday August 20
This day is a Blur...
Items I remember being ashamed of:
1 12 oz Bag of Peanut Lover's Chex Mix.
1 12 oz Bag of Welch's Fruit Snacks.
Dinner:
2 Servings of Rotini with Ragu Chunky Red Sauce
1/2 Bottle of White Wine.
Thursday August 21
2 Terrapin Rye Beers
1 Fancy Pilsener
Late Night Subway:
1 6-inch Tuna Sandwich w/ cucumbers, tomatoes and mayo.
Friday August 22
Breakfast:
1 Bowl of Healthy Heart Bran Crunch w/ milk
Lunch:
1 Small Bowl of Spinach w/ Wasabi Vinagrette and Almonds
1 Handful of Almonds
Weakness:
1 Chick-Fil-A Deluxe Fried Chicken Sandwich
Cocktail Reception for Grad Students:
2 Slices of "Prime" Rib.
~5 Tortilla Chips
1 Table spoon of bean dip
1 Cup of M&M Trail Mix
1/2 Cold Chicken Nugget
Gradschool Afterparty:
2 Bud Lights
2 Shots Captain Morgan Special Reserve
2 Shots Ron Rico Pineapple Coconut Rum (little puke)
2 12 oz Pabst Blue Ribbons
1 16 oz Pabst Blue Ribbon
Drunk Foray into a 24 Hr Diner:
1 1/3 Pound Hamburger with Lettuce, Tomato, Mayo, Mustard, and Grilled Onions (fail)
Saturday August 23
1 Medium Iced Coffee
Lunch:
Coffee shop Veggie Wrap w/ Onions, Lettuce, Tomato, Hummus.
1 16 oz Black Tea
Dinner:
2 Red Party Cups Miller Light
3 12 oz Pabst Blue Ribbons
2 Shots Tequila (variety unknown)
1/2 Very mysterious Mixed Drink
Sunday August 24th
2 Handfulls of salted almonds
1 Cup of Morning Hearty Cereal w/ milk
2 Servings of Whole Wheat Rotini w/ Basil pasta sauce, spinach, greenpepper, Parmesan.
3 Steak Tacos w/ Tomato, Onion, Jicama, Green Salsa, Lime
1 20 oz Vanilla Italian Soda
1 Junior Bacon Cheeseburger.
1 Glass of Milk w/ Nesquick Chocolate not all the way stirred in.
Monday August 25th
1 Bowl Morning Harvest Cereal With Milk.
16 oz Coffee
12 oz Minute Maid Orange Juice
~20 oz of Japanese Green Tea
7 Various Sushi Pieces (from what I could tell: Salmon, Squid, Eel, Tuna, Whitefish, ?, ?)
1 Dragon Roll
1 Fried Lobster Piece
2 Unknowns
1 Small bowl of Miso Soup
1 Scoop of Red Bean Ice Cream
Late Night:
1 Serving Cold Leftovers of the Spinach/Pepper/Pasta Medley
-Very Very Bad Kevin
ps. Very Bad
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
No more school...
...no more. Why did I come back? I shouldn't have come back. I blame lucifer. And the allure of the "South". Athens is not the "South".
Sad that right as Elsabeth complimented me, which made things awesomer, I was fucking this whole eating experiment up. In response to your question EB, lord willing, it will become permanent and even better. Know that living with you was probably the healthiest mental and physical state I'd been in in a long old time. I miss you bunches.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Friday august 15th
Lunch Grand Cafe:
Coffee
Cajun chicken sandwich
½ serving of chips
pickle
Iced Green Tea
½ White chocolate cranberry cookie
Canned Latte Drink (eee-yuck)
15 or 20 sunflower seeds
Dinner, Quiznos:
¾ large turkey sub, Lettuce, Tomato, Mayo, Horseradish Sauce
Laterfood:
Pasta Salad made out of peas, pasta, miracle whip, Vidalia onion dressing.
4 Sour Cream and Cheddar Ruffles
Saturday August, 16th:
Breakfast
Chocolate Banana 2 shots smoothie at starbucks
Fuel:
1 Handful of wheat thins
2 Handfuls of Trail Mix
1 Handful of Salt and Vinegar Chips
Hanging out:
1 32 Tiger green Gatorade
2 helpings of pasta salad
1 Handful of Ruffles
16 oz PBR
12 oz Goose Island IPA
Dinner:
Jambalaya
Rice Balls
Green Salad w/ Ranch Dressing
20 oz Belgian style wheat beer.
12 oz Miller Light
Sunday August 17, 2008
Breakfast:
8 oz coffee
Hashbrowns with Ketchup
Sausage McGriddle
Mid-tourney snack:
1.5 Bananas
1 Carrot Cake Clif Bar
32 oz Tiger Gatorade
Dinner:
Potroast Panini w/ Horseradish sauce and provolone cheese
Green Salad w/ Ranch
Reeses crunchy bar
Iced Coffee
In those three days I totally matched my lifetime consumption of Horseradish sauce. Ha.
-so keeved.
Sad that right as Elsabeth complimented me, which made things awesomer, I was fucking this whole eating experiment up. In response to your question EB, lord willing, it will become permanent and even better. Know that living with you was probably the healthiest mental and physical state I'd been in in a long old time. I miss you bunches.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Friday august 15th
Lunch Grand Cafe:
Coffee
Cajun chicken sandwich
½ serving of chips
pickle
Iced Green Tea
½ White chocolate cranberry cookie
Canned Latte Drink (eee-yuck)
15 or 20 sunflower seeds
Dinner, Quiznos:
¾ large turkey sub, Lettuce, Tomato, Mayo, Horseradish Sauce
Laterfood:
Pasta Salad made out of peas, pasta, miracle whip, Vidalia onion dressing.
4 Sour Cream and Cheddar Ruffles
Saturday August, 16th:
Breakfast
Chocolate Banana 2 shots smoothie at starbucks
Fuel:
1 Handful of wheat thins
2 Handfuls of Trail Mix
1 Handful of Salt and Vinegar Chips
Hanging out:
1 32 Tiger green Gatorade
2 helpings of pasta salad
1 Handful of Ruffles
16 oz PBR
12 oz Goose Island IPA
Dinner:
Jambalaya
Rice Balls
Green Salad w/ Ranch Dressing
20 oz Belgian style wheat beer.
12 oz Miller Light
Sunday August 17, 2008
Breakfast:
8 oz coffee
Hashbrowns with Ketchup
Sausage McGriddle
Mid-tourney snack:
1.5 Bananas
1 Carrot Cake Clif Bar
32 oz Tiger Gatorade
Dinner:
Potroast Panini w/ Horseradish sauce and provolone cheese
Green Salad w/ Ranch
Reeses crunchy bar
Iced Coffee
In those three days I totally matched my lifetime consumption of Horseradish sauce. Ha.
-so keeved.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Had to write something down...
...if I do it here, I'm likely to see it again and remember that I read it.
An absurd passage from an "Observation, Speculation, and Modeling" by Charles Lave and James March (reading for school):
"To speak of pleasures is probably dangerous and certainly pretentious. Few people rely solely on any social science for their pleasures, and attaining a suitable level of ecstasy involves work. We regret the latter problem. It is a nuisance, but God has chosen to give the easy problems to the physicists. We do not regret the former problem. We have no intention of suggesting that poetry and sex be abandoned. Rather, we invite you, in the moments between Byron and bed, to join us in speculating about ordinary human existence". (pg 10, Essential Readings in Comparative Politics).
Weird.
-kevling
An absurd passage from an "Observation, Speculation, and Modeling" by Charles Lave and James March (reading for school):
"To speak of pleasures is probably dangerous and certainly pretentious. Few people rely solely on any social science for their pleasures, and attaining a suitable level of ecstasy involves work. We regret the latter problem. It is a nuisance, but God has chosen to give the easy problems to the physicists. We do not regret the former problem. We have no intention of suggesting that poetry and sex be abandoned. Rather, we invite you, in the moments between Byron and bed, to join us in speculating about ordinary human existence". (pg 10, Essential Readings in Comparative Politics).
Weird.
-kevling
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Everyone is critical!
...S'ok. I need it. I'm clearly a kevolution diet failure. I'm going to continue blogging about eating so I can do an analysis at the end of the month, but I doubt I can be as strict as I'd like to, especially given limited funding for R&D of a better nutritional program and kevinetics laboratories.
Thought of the last week.
Political science professors are either shaped like she-mice or weird mid-aged man-dolls with big heads. I'm hoping my head doesn't start to expand too soon. I think the bulk of it happens when you write your thesis, altough there are some people in my program who put a little bit of doubt into that theory.
Brief upload from last week:
Tuesday, Aug 12th
Breakfast
1 Bowl Oatmeal w/Banana
Coffee:
Iced Americano
Lunch at the Five Star Day Cafe (delicious southern food)
Macaroni and Cheese
“Hoppin John” (Rice Beans and Relish)
Macaroni and Cheese
1 Slice Cornbread
Snack:
1 Raw Carrot
1 Glass of Milk
4 Cream Cheese Crab Wontons (dunno why, roomate making them, harrrd to resist)
Dinner:
Cold Tomato/Cucumber Salad Thing (I wanted to use a blender to chop veggies, ended up with something that imagine was kinda like cucumber borscht)
Steamed Snap Peas and Carrots and Bell Pepper
Rice and Black Beans
1 Glass White Wine
Goose Island Summer Ale
Wednesday August 13th
Breakfast:
1 Bowl Leftover Oatmeal w/ Banana
Lunch:
24 oz Iced Black Tea
2 Heart Healthy Cakes
Snack:
1 Raw Carrot
1 Glass Milk
Dinner:
Rice, Beans, Carrot, Tomato and Egg Medley
Sliced Bell Pepper, Cucumber, Snap Peas
Goose Island 312
Thursday, Aug 14th
Breakfast:
1 Banana
1 Glass of Milk
Snack:
Baggie of Snap peas, Cucumber, Bell Pepper
8 oz Coffee
Lunch at a The Taco Stand (incredibly mediocre)
Mexican “pizza” (beans, cheese, tomato sauce, sour cream)
~7 Tortilla Chips w/ Salsa
16 oz Coke
Dinner at Subway
Footlong Subway Melt w/ lettuce, onion, tomato, oil and vinegar, mayonaise
2 Swigs of Coke
2 Bud Lights
Late Night Grocery Visit:
1 Fudge Clif Bar
1 Unsweetened Black Tea
Fucked up on everything that last day, mostly out of laziness and the fact that i was driving to Atlanta. I easily could have done better.
-kevtronicus of the kevman empire
Thought of the last week.
Political science professors are either shaped like she-mice or weird mid-aged man-dolls with big heads. I'm hoping my head doesn't start to expand too soon. I think the bulk of it happens when you write your thesis, altough there are some people in my program who put a little bit of doubt into that theory.
Brief upload from last week:
Tuesday, Aug 12th
Breakfast
1 Bowl Oatmeal w/Banana
Coffee:
Iced Americano
Lunch at the Five Star Day Cafe (delicious southern food)
Macaroni and Cheese
“Hoppin John” (Rice Beans and Relish)
Macaroni and Cheese
1 Slice Cornbread
Snack:
1 Raw Carrot
1 Glass of Milk
4 Cream Cheese Crab Wontons (dunno why, roomate making them, harrrd to resist)
Dinner:
Cold Tomato/Cucumber Salad Thing (I wanted to use a blender to chop veggies, ended up with something that imagine was kinda like cucumber borscht)
Steamed Snap Peas and Carrots and Bell Pepper
Rice and Black Beans
1 Glass White Wine
Goose Island Summer Ale
Wednesday August 13th
Breakfast:
1 Bowl Leftover Oatmeal w/ Banana
Lunch:
24 oz Iced Black Tea
2 Heart Healthy Cakes
Snack:
1 Raw Carrot
1 Glass Milk
Dinner:
Rice, Beans, Carrot, Tomato and Egg Medley
Sliced Bell Pepper, Cucumber, Snap Peas
Goose Island 312
Thursday, Aug 14th
Breakfast:
1 Banana
1 Glass of Milk
Snack:
Baggie of Snap peas, Cucumber, Bell Pepper
8 oz Coffee
Lunch at a The Taco Stand (incredibly mediocre)
Mexican “pizza” (beans, cheese, tomato sauce, sour cream)
~7 Tortilla Chips w/ Salsa
16 oz Coke
Dinner at Subway
Footlong Subway Melt w/ lettuce, onion, tomato, oil and vinegar, mayonaise
2 Swigs of Coke
2 Bud Lights
Late Night Grocery Visit:
1 Fudge Clif Bar
1 Unsweetened Black Tea
Fucked up on everything that last day, mostly out of laziness and the fact that i was driving to Atlanta. I easily could have done better.
-kevtronicus of the kevman empire
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Racism is Everywhere....
...this comes from right outside of Seattle. Fucked up, and there were more awful signs on other parts of the place that i didn't get pictures of.
Sad. Very sad. At least (too bad) that it's everywhere for everyone instead of just focused on a few folks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Other news. Started a new type of eating. Went to the grocery store and a-here we go.
Breakfast:
1 large bowl of Cinnamon Life Cereal
1 Yoplait Strawberry Yogurt.
Lunch:
1 Slice of Herbed Turkey Breast
1 Carrot
~20 oz Blue Goodness Smoothie
1 Georgia Peach!
Coffee:
20 oz Iced Green Tea
Dinner:
1 Serving of Whole Wheat Pasta w/ Red Sauce
1 Spinach Salad in Wasabi Vinagrette
Coffee:
12 oz Coffee (doh!)
Midnight compulsion:
3 tablespoons of roomie's peanut butter. Not fully conscious, couldn't help it.
I've discovered that I cannot sustain the athletic activities that I do regularly eating only fruits and vegetables, the full liver cleanse will have to wait. Yesterday, I ate no refined sugar. We'll see how that goes overtime. I'm breaking my alcohol ban as I type...Oops?
-the keverend al sharpton.
Sad. Very sad. At least (too bad) that it's everywhere for everyone instead of just focused on a few folks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Other news. Started a new type of eating. Went to the grocery store and a-here we go.
Breakfast:
1 large bowl of Cinnamon Life Cereal
1 Yoplait Strawberry Yogurt.
Lunch:
1 Slice of Herbed Turkey Breast
1 Carrot
~20 oz Blue Goodness Smoothie
1 Georgia Peach!
Coffee:
20 oz Iced Green Tea
Dinner:
1 Serving of Whole Wheat Pasta w/ Red Sauce
1 Spinach Salad in Wasabi Vinagrette
Coffee:
12 oz Coffee (doh!)
Midnight compulsion:
3 tablespoons of roomie's peanut butter. Not fully conscious, couldn't help it.
I've discovered that I cannot sustain the athletic activities that I do regularly eating only fruits and vegetables, the full liver cleanse will have to wait. Yesterday, I ate no refined sugar. We'll see how that goes overtime. I'm breaking my alcohol ban as I type...Oops?
-the keverend al sharpton.
Monday, August 11, 2008
The Illinois Coalition for Immigrant and Refugee Rights...
...rocks on without me. I don't know how to feel about it. School hasn't started, but when it does, I don't think I'll enjoy it too much. I haven't had this kind of deep-seated regret in a long-old time.
I should have been brave.
I should have stayed in Waukegan.
Food (Last day of eating garbage, non-stop, so I took it to the limit)
Breakfast: Intended to go to Waffle House, ran out of time and went to Zaxby's (nasty)
1 Grilled Chicken Sandwich w/ lettuce and mustard-type sweet sauce
3/4 of the Side Order of Fries
3/4 Medium Coke
Coffee:
Caribou
Medium Iced Americano
Dinner:
The Varsity (famous southern drive-in, I imagine it will be off limits for a while)
1 Chili Cheese Dog
1 Order Onion Rings
1 Frosted Orange (so good...sooooogooood)
1 Fried Apple Pie
Drinking:
1 Carta Blanca Beer
10 oz Dr Pepper
2 Shots Jim Beam (I have a handle of it, if you're looking for an explanation).
I found out today/yesterday that nobody's really been reading this. If you have and can establish unhealthy trends I need to break, feel free to comment as to foods you think oughtta be off-limits.
I had a decent day today, bought groceries, ate only from home (post tomorrow). I don't think I'll be able to quit coffee. I'm going to try hard to mostly quit alcohol. Refined Sugar is what I'm aiming to drastically reduce, alongside bread-type foods. Finally, no soda, whatsoever. Hopefully this is a forever decision.
-kvntry
I should have been brave.
I should have stayed in Waukegan.
Food (Last day of eating garbage, non-stop, so I took it to the limit)
Breakfast: Intended to go to Waffle House, ran out of time and went to Zaxby's (nasty)
1 Grilled Chicken Sandwich w/ lettuce and mustard-type sweet sauce
3/4 of the Side Order of Fries
3/4 Medium Coke
Coffee:
Caribou
Medium Iced Americano
Dinner:
The Varsity (famous southern drive-in, I imagine it will be off limits for a while)
1 Chili Cheese Dog
1 Order Onion Rings
1 Frosted Orange (so good...sooooogooood)
1 Fried Apple Pie
Drinking:
1 Carta Blanca Beer
10 oz Dr Pepper
2 Shots Jim Beam (I have a handle of it, if you're looking for an explanation).
I found out today/yesterday that nobody's really been reading this. If you have and can establish unhealthy trends I need to break, feel free to comment as to foods you think oughtta be off-limits.
I had a decent day today, bought groceries, ate only from home (post tomorrow). I don't think I'll be able to quit coffee. I'm going to try hard to mostly quit alcohol. Refined Sugar is what I'm aiming to drastically reduce, alongside bread-type foods. Finally, no soda, whatsoever. Hopefully this is a forever decision.
-kvntry
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I Don't Trust....
...IKEA.
I think it's because of the way that the furniture is really cheap, and the people all wear the same shirts, and they make you believe that their employees are rebels. The place reeks of cheap exploitation.
Yesterday's garbage:
Breakfast:
1 Fuji Apple
Lunch:
Subway
Roast Beef w/ Lettuce Tomato Mayo Onions Pickles (first Subway I've ever seen w/o Banana Peppers. Inexplicable rage)
1 Bag Jalepeno Chips
1 Sweet Tea
Coffee:
1 Medium Iced Americano
Pool Party Thrown by Fellowship Chair:
2 Bud Lights.
1 Bass Ale
4 Carrots
~12 Broccolis
Mound of Ranch Dressing
1 Handful of Tortilla Chips
6 Weird little Triscuit Crackers
1 Shrimp Empanada
1 Spinach Empanada
2 Chicken Empanadas
Left their before actual dinner started to eat dinner at an intriguing restaurant w/ Roomie
Dinner
The Mean Bean (Should have tipped me off. Shit was disgusting)
2 Chicken Enchiladas (Meaning corn tortilla/shredded chicken/bucket of red sauce?)
Handful of Doritos.
Fuck, that place was gross.
Show (Hold Steady):
1 24 oz Pabst Blue Ribbon
After Show:
1 32 oz Tiger Woods Gatorade
~3 shots Jim Beam
6 oz Dr Pepper
1 Twix Bar.
I did this all while sitting in my new $20 Ikea kitchen chair.
Wishing I had some Lingonberry Jam,
-keeevin
I think it's because of the way that the furniture is really cheap, and the people all wear the same shirts, and they make you believe that their employees are rebels. The place reeks of cheap exploitation.
Yesterday's garbage:
Breakfast:
1 Fuji Apple
Lunch:
Subway
Roast Beef w/ Lettuce Tomato Mayo Onions Pickles (first Subway I've ever seen w/o Banana Peppers. Inexplicable rage)
1 Bag Jalepeno Chips
1 Sweet Tea
Coffee:
1 Medium Iced Americano
Pool Party Thrown by Fellowship Chair:
2 Bud Lights.
1 Bass Ale
4 Carrots
~12 Broccolis
Mound of Ranch Dressing
1 Handful of Tortilla Chips
6 Weird little Triscuit Crackers
1 Shrimp Empanada
1 Spinach Empanada
2 Chicken Empanadas
Left their before actual dinner started to eat dinner at an intriguing restaurant w/ Roomie
Dinner
The Mean Bean (Should have tipped me off. Shit was disgusting)
2 Chicken Enchiladas (Meaning corn tortilla/shredded chicken/bucket of red sauce?)
Handful of Doritos.
Fuck, that place was gross.
Show (Hold Steady):
1 24 oz Pabst Blue Ribbon
After Show:
1 32 oz Tiger Woods Gatorade
~3 shots Jim Beam
6 oz Dr Pepper
1 Twix Bar.
I did this all while sitting in my new $20 Ikea kitchen chair.
Wishing I had some Lingonberry Jam,
-keeevin
Saturday, August 9, 2008
I love some things
I LOVE ROCK N' ROLL MUSIC
I love The Hold Steady. Craig Finn is so nerdy, so spazzy, and so phenomenally captivating. I have decided to buy their albums. And then maybe to buy Lifter-Puller's albums. I fucking love that band.
I watched them (first show in Athens) last night at the 40 Watt Club. It was very interesting to see a bunch of people who have never been to Nicollet and 66th scream about Nicollet and 66th, but oh well. I had forgotten how much I like concerts and that deaf, disoriented feeling that comes with leaving them. They might very well make Athens worth living in.
Breakfast:
1 Bowl Cinnamon Life con Leche
1 Bowl Cinnamon Life w/ Yogurt
Coffee
16 oz Coffee
Lunch
5 Points Diner and Deli
Roast Beef and Provolone Sandwich w lettuce tomoato onion mayo.
Dinner:
Barberitos (gross almost Chipotle. See: Burrito Loco of Minneapolis)
Chicken Burrito w/ Black beans, salsa, lettuce, sour cream.
Chips and Salsa
Late Night
12 oz Green Goodness Smoothie
2 Vodka Lemonade Fizzies
I love the crowds at the really big shows.
People touchin' people.
That they don't even know, yo.
-kevinroll.
I love The Hold Steady. Craig Finn is so nerdy, so spazzy, and so phenomenally captivating. I have decided to buy their albums. And then maybe to buy Lifter-Puller's albums. I fucking love that band.
I watched them (first show in Athens) last night at the 40 Watt Club. It was very interesting to see a bunch of people who have never been to Nicollet and 66th scream about Nicollet and 66th, but oh well. I had forgotten how much I like concerts and that deaf, disoriented feeling that comes with leaving them. They might very well make Athens worth living in.
Breakfast:
1 Bowl Cinnamon Life con Leche
1 Bowl Cinnamon Life w/ Yogurt
Coffee
16 oz Coffee
Lunch
5 Points Diner and Deli
Roast Beef and Provolone Sandwich w lettuce tomoato onion mayo.
Dinner:
Barberitos (gross almost Chipotle. See: Burrito Loco of Minneapolis)
Chicken Burrito w/ Black beans, salsa, lettuce, sour cream.
Chips and Salsa
Late Night
12 oz Green Goodness Smoothie
2 Vodka Lemonade Fizzies
I love the crowds at the really big shows.
People touchin' people.
That they don't even know, yo.
-kevinroll.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Perversions of MN Chains Abound...
Part 1...The now customary preface to my dietary entry:
Ever since I was a man too young for liquor but too cool for the arcade there has been the coffee shop. I'm really hoping to outgrow it soon, seeing as I've killed oh-so-much time in them for several years now, but given my current state of loneliness, they seem like the place to be (at least for now).
Given their nature, coffee shops tend to be unique to their areas (we can all assume the Starfucks and CariBoo and Seattle's Worst to non-factors in this passage). However, one that has always had a very home-y feel, but can always be recognized through their menu graphics is the ERC E> (Espresso Royale Cafe <3). They also have such distinguishing characteristics as sullen, semi-cute, surly baristettes (again, not counting a bright, beautiful young Blake Bolan), so-so soups, and weird heart-heathy, whole-food-type oatcakes things.
What is odd about this plae is that I have only seen them in places I live, never in places I visit. I'm not sure if this means I should hang out there or not. I did in Minneapolis because it was in a space that was sort of like a converted hallway, which I liked. I did in Manhattan because it seemed like Java was for old people. Now it is a difficult decision because Jittery Joes (which seems to have an abundance of creeps) is a mere 3 minute bike ride, compared to the 20 it will take me to get to the Southern ERC (heart shape).
Food (rough day, cleanse begins Mond-y).
Breakfast:
1 Bowl Cinnamon Life Cereal w/ Mild
Coffee:
Med Iced Vanilla Latte (mmm. girl. drink.)
Lunches:
Chic-Fil-A (Dear Jesus I love this chain)
1 Deluxe Chick-Fil-A Sandwich
1/2 Regular Waffle Fries (Better for you than the cut-up variety, me-thinks)
1 Regular Coca Cola
Snack:
A few gulps of Green Goodness Smoothie
Coffee:
Medium Iced Tea (black)
Dinner:
1/2 Heap of Cream Cheese Wontons made by Roomie, who continues to grow on me.
WEAKNESS (11:30 pm):
1/4 Pound Bacon Cheese Rally Burger
1 Double Slice Kroger Yellow Cake with Fudge Frosting
~6 Shots Jim Beam
18 oz Dr. Pepper
Man, that last part killed it. And this post was full of alliteration. If my blog was a kid show, an animated animal would race all of the children at home (represented in the show by a strange child-chorus "Wight Theyw!" track) to find all of the examples.
-kevliteration
Ever since I was a man too young for liquor but too cool for the arcade there has been the coffee shop. I'm really hoping to outgrow it soon, seeing as I've killed oh-so-much time in them for several years now, but given my current state of loneliness, they seem like the place to be (at least for now).
Given their nature, coffee shops tend to be unique to their areas (we can all assume the Starfucks and CariBoo and Seattle's Worst to non-factors in this passage). However, one that has always had a very home-y feel, but can always be recognized through their menu graphics is the ERC E> (Espresso Royale Cafe <3). They also have such distinguishing characteristics as sullen, semi-cute, surly baristettes (again, not counting a bright, beautiful young Blake Bolan), so-so soups, and weird heart-heathy, whole-food-type oatcakes things.
What is odd about this plae is that I have only seen them in places I live, never in places I visit. I'm not sure if this means I should hang out there or not. I did in Minneapolis because it was in a space that was sort of like a converted hallway, which I liked. I did in Manhattan because it seemed like Java was for old people. Now it is a difficult decision because Jittery Joes (which seems to have an abundance of creeps) is a mere 3 minute bike ride, compared to the 20 it will take me to get to the Southern ERC (heart shape).
Food (rough day, cleanse begins Mond-y).
Breakfast:
1 Bowl Cinnamon Life Cereal w/ Mild
Coffee:
Med Iced Vanilla Latte (mmm. girl. drink.)
Lunches:
Chic-Fil-A (Dear Jesus I love this chain)
1 Deluxe Chick-Fil-A Sandwich
1/2 Regular Waffle Fries (Better for you than the cut-up variety, me-thinks)
1 Regular Coca Cola
Snack:
A few gulps of Green Goodness Smoothie
Coffee:
Medium Iced Tea (black)
Dinner:
1/2 Heap of Cream Cheese Wontons made by Roomie, who continues to grow on me.
WEAKNESS (11:30 pm):
1/4 Pound Bacon Cheese Rally Burger
1 Double Slice Kroger Yellow Cake with Fudge Frosting
~6 Shots Jim Beam
18 oz Dr. Pepper
Man, that last part killed it. And this post was full of alliteration. If my blog was a kid show, an animated animal would race all of the children at home (represented in the show by a strange child-chorus "Wight Theyw!" track) to find all of the examples.
-kevliteration
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Name Wale, Don't say Wall-E...
...unless you're talkin' bout a Disney/Pixar film!
Erm, doesn't quite work...
Today I saw Wall-E. By myself. In the midst of a room full of children and moms. It was awkward. But the movie was really enjoyable. Anti-consumerism, little to no dialogue, robots, love-story, I can't ask for much more.
Day 6, I think:
Breakfast:
1 Cup of Yoplait Strawberry Yogurt.
16 oz Coffee from Jittery Joe's
Late Lunch:
5 Guys Burgers and Fries (apparently famous in the SE)
"Small" Cheeseburger
1/2 Regular Fries
Dinner:
1 Bowl Cinnamon Life Cereal
12 oz Bolthouse Smoothie
12 oz Goose Island 312.
I've decided on next Monday for the revolution.
-kevolution
Erm, doesn't quite work...
Today I saw Wall-E. By myself. In the midst of a room full of children and moms. It was awkward. But the movie was really enjoyable. Anti-consumerism, little to no dialogue, robots, love-story, I can't ask for much more.
Day 6, I think:
Breakfast:
1 Cup of Yoplait Strawberry Yogurt.
16 oz Coffee from Jittery Joe's
Late Lunch:
5 Guys Burgers and Fries (apparently famous in the SE)
"Small" Cheeseburger
1/2 Regular Fries
Dinner:
1 Bowl Cinnamon Life Cereal
12 oz Bolthouse Smoothie
12 oz Goose Island 312.
I've decided on next Monday for the revolution.
-kevolution
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
College-ville USA....
...is my new home.
This place is essentially Lawrence, Northfield, Manhattan, La Jolla, rolled up onto a southern style plate. I live a block away from rec fields, 3 blocks from a co-op, coffee shop, quaint restaurant. Not so bad. My dream as a teenager, really.
But now?
Hard to say. I kinda liked being a grown-up. But now I'm in the ivory tower again, for at least one, maybe two years. I may be too old to party by the time it's over. Ack.
One thing is for sure, havinga home makes you eat significantly better.
Foods, starting at 1:30 pm:
"Lunch"
Jittery Joe's Coffee
1 Bagel
2 Packets Jam
16 oz Iced 'merican-o
Snack:
Swig of Bolthouse Green Goodness Smoothie
Dinner (made with 27 yr old roomie):
Pan-fried Tilapia in Wine/Lemon/Garlic Reduction Sauce
Steamed Broccoli
Spinach Salad in Wasabi Vinagrette Dressing
12 oz Goose Island 312 Beer
After Dinner:
'nother swig Bolthouse
1 Fuji Apple
It is hot as balls.
-subkevinal
This place is essentially Lawrence, Northfield, Manhattan, La Jolla, rolled up onto a southern style plate. I live a block away from rec fields, 3 blocks from a co-op, coffee shop, quaint restaurant. Not so bad. My dream as a teenager, really.
But now?
Hard to say. I kinda liked being a grown-up. But now I'm in the ivory tower again, for at least one, maybe two years. I may be too old to party by the time it's over. Ack.
One thing is for sure, havinga home makes you eat significantly better.
Foods, starting at 1:30 pm:
"Lunch"
Jittery Joe's Coffee
1 Bagel
2 Packets Jam
16 oz Iced 'merican-o
Snack:
Swig of Bolthouse Green Goodness Smoothie
Dinner (made with 27 yr old roomie):
Pan-fried Tilapia in Wine/Lemon/Garlic Reduction Sauce
Steamed Broccoli
Spinach Salad in Wasabi Vinagrette Dressing
12 oz Goose Island 312 Beer
After Dinner:
'nother swig Bolthouse
1 Fuji Apple
It is hot as balls.
-subkevinal
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
The Wheels Roll On, The Wheels Fall Off
So,
I am now in Athens, Georgia, where I will live for an undisclosed period of time.
To get here, I drove for around 17 hours, including stops, by myself. Was this miserable, you might ask? Not really, I do this shit all the time.
Common trips include:
8 Hrs from Minneapolis to Manhattan, KS
10 Hrs from Manhattan, KS to Chicago
6 Hrs from Minneapolis to Chicago
12 from Manhattan, KS to Lubbock TX
After this one, however, I've decided that I should lay off the absurdly long solo-car trips for a while. You'll notice that there are two "breakfasts" on this entry, this is because yesterday bleeds into today. I don't consider it a days end until I am laying completely horizontally while sleeping (unless I am in outer space). Last night, my overnight rest was a 4 hour sitting up nap at a truck rest area outside of Chattanooga, TN. Not cool, man.
So a full day of being sedentary is bad enough in and of itself, but when that is compounded with the horrid gastronomical choices of the interestate, I might as well be locked in a beanbag chair palace, smoking shortening.
Onto the eats:
Breakfast:
Lula Cafe
5/6 Breakfast Burrito (eggs, cheese, potatoes, onions)
2 cups of coffee
Lunch?:
Protein in a glass strawberry banana smoothie from the Bucktown Beanery (Chi)
Snack:
Nature Valley Oats n' Honey Granola Bar
Straying from the path of foodie righteousness lunch:
Rockn'roll Mcdonalds
1 Double Cheeseburger
1 McChicken
28 oz Sweet Tea
24 oz Coca Cola
Getting Late:
16 oz Mountain Dew Amp Energy Drink
1 Package Chewy Life Savers
Worst Choice of the Day (11:30 pm):
Taco Bell
1 Cheezy Chicken Jalepeno Melt
3/4 Cheesy Double Beef Burrito (almost threw up later, I think this young man was the culprit)
Breakfast again:
16 oz Starbucks Coffee.
So...disgusting,
-kevsophogus
I am now in Athens, Georgia, where I will live for an undisclosed period of time.
To get here, I drove for around 17 hours, including stops, by myself. Was this miserable, you might ask? Not really, I do this shit all the time.
Common trips include:
8 Hrs from Minneapolis to Manhattan, KS
10 Hrs from Manhattan, KS to Chicago
6 Hrs from Minneapolis to Chicago
12 from Manhattan, KS to Lubbock TX
After this one, however, I've decided that I should lay off the absurdly long solo-car trips for a while. You'll notice that there are two "breakfasts" on this entry, this is because yesterday bleeds into today. I don't consider it a days end until I am laying completely horizontally while sleeping (unless I am in outer space). Last night, my overnight rest was a 4 hour sitting up nap at a truck rest area outside of Chattanooga, TN. Not cool, man.
So a full day of being sedentary is bad enough in and of itself, but when that is compounded with the horrid gastronomical choices of the interestate, I might as well be locked in a beanbag chair palace, smoking shortening.
Onto the eats:
Breakfast:
Lula Cafe
5/6 Breakfast Burrito (eggs, cheese, potatoes, onions)
2 cups of coffee
Lunch?:
Protein in a glass strawberry banana smoothie from the Bucktown Beanery (Chi)
Snack:
Nature Valley Oats n' Honey Granola Bar
Straying from the path of foodie righteousness lunch:
Rockn'roll Mcdonalds
1 Double Cheeseburger
1 McChicken
28 oz Sweet Tea
24 oz Coca Cola
Getting Late:
16 oz Mountain Dew Amp Energy Drink
1 Package Chewy Life Savers
Worst Choice of the Day (11:30 pm):
Taco Bell
1 Cheezy Chicken Jalepeno Melt
3/4 Cheesy Double Beef Burrito (almost threw up later, I think this young man was the culprit)
Breakfast again:
16 oz Starbucks Coffee.
So...disgusting,
-kevsophogus
Monday, August 4, 2008
Day 3...Party party
So, this day I went to a party. It was fun. My last night in Chicago was understandably spent with my rockin' sister. Way to be rockin', sis.
Morning fast-break:
1/3 oz Sirloin, 1/2 serving mashed potatoes (cold leftovers)
Tournament Eats:
3 Handfuls Cajun Style Sam's Club Trail Mix (thanks Kosher)
1 Can Busch Light (surprisingly refreshing)
2 Pm Lunch:
Rocky Rococo's Pizzeria (Wisconsin Chain, so greasy, so good)
1 Pizza Combo (Slice Pepperoni, 6 Breadsticks, Med Cherry Coke)
1/2 Tea Refill (threw it out because it tasted like onions)
1/2 Mellow yellow refill
1 More slice Pepperoni
Drive Back to Chicago:
Small-type Starbucks Vanilla Frappucino
Hung out at sister's house:
Glass Citrus Green Tea
1 two-bite key lime pie-let
Someone else's going away party:
1 Goose Island Summer Ale
1 Goose Island 312
1 Random multicolored delicious beer.
1 Drink Grass flavored beer
1/2 Italian Sausage
1 BBQ Chicken Breast
1 Serving Jicama Salad
1 Serving Cold Greenbean Salad
1 Slice Homemade Peach Pie
1 More Key lime pie-let
1 Slice Watermelon
1 Strawberry Shortcake Ice Cream Bar (memories)
That was clearly my worst day so far. Whatever, whatever, I do what I want.
-Kmfnfmnfnvin
PS So, given that this requires me post everyday, the variations on my name are probably gonna start suckin. Might as well quit before you start.
Morning fast-break:
1/3 oz Sirloin, 1/2 serving mashed potatoes (cold leftovers)
Tournament Eats:
3 Handfuls Cajun Style Sam's Club Trail Mix (thanks Kosher)
1 Can Busch Light (surprisingly refreshing)
2 Pm Lunch:
Rocky Rococo's Pizzeria (Wisconsin Chain, so greasy, so good)
1 Pizza Combo (Slice Pepperoni, 6 Breadsticks, Med Cherry Coke)
1/2 Tea Refill (threw it out because it tasted like onions)
1/2 Mellow yellow refill
1 More slice Pepperoni
Drive Back to Chicago:
Small-type Starbucks Vanilla Frappucino
Hung out at sister's house:
Glass Citrus Green Tea
1 two-bite key lime pie-let
Someone else's going away party:
1 Goose Island Summer Ale
1 Goose Island 312
1 Random multicolored delicious beer.
1 Drink Grass flavored beer
1/2 Italian Sausage
1 BBQ Chicken Breast
1 Serving Jicama Salad
1 Serving Cold Greenbean Salad
1 Slice Homemade Peach Pie
1 More Key lime pie-let
1 Slice Watermelon
1 Strawberry Shortcake Ice Cream Bar (memories)
That was clearly my worst day so far. Whatever, whatever, I do what I want.
-Kmfnfmnfnvin
PS So, given that this requires me post everyday, the variations on my name are probably gonna start suckin. Might as well quit before you start.
Day 2...yeahhhhhh.
So, here's some thot for fud. I sort of half played in an Ultimate tournament. This tends to drastically alter my eating habits. It should be interesting to see what a whole real-life competitive Ultimate tournament looks like.
Brekkies:
Panera Bread
1 and 1/2 cups Panera Coffee
1 Bite bacon egg and cheese breakfast sammich.
1 Citrus Apple Pastry
"Lunch"
1 Handful Trail Mix
1 Handful Cheez-its
1 Lemon-Lime Gatorade
1 Nature Valley Oats and Honey Granola Bar
Dinner:
Outback Steakhouse
1 Fosters Oilcan (24.7 oz beer)
1/4 Plate Bacon Cheese Fries
2/3 9 oz Sirloin, 1/2 eaten Mashed Potatoes, Steamed Broccoli
1/2 Slice of Tall Cheesecake
Following Dinner:
2 glasses of red wine.
2.5 Jack Daniels Pre-mixed Cola Drinks.
I like cheese a lot.
-kevtronicus
Brekkies:
Panera Bread
1 and 1/2 cups Panera Coffee
1 Bite bacon egg and cheese breakfast sammich.
1 Citrus Apple Pastry
"Lunch"
1 Handful Trail Mix
1 Handful Cheez-its
1 Lemon-Lime Gatorade
1 Nature Valley Oats and Honey Granola Bar
Dinner:
Outback Steakhouse
1 Fosters Oilcan (24.7 oz beer)
1/4 Plate Bacon Cheese Fries
2/3 9 oz Sirloin, 1/2 eaten Mashed Potatoes, Steamed Broccoli
1/2 Slice of Tall Cheesecake
Following Dinner:
2 glasses of red wine.
2.5 Jack Daniels Pre-mixed Cola Drinks.
I like cheese a lot.
-kevtronicus
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Prepare for the wicked boredom......
...because August is food journal month. I've been eating garbage, and I think it's adversely affecting my short and long-term health. So, instead of writing it down privately, I'm going force you to navigate away from this page.
Please don't navigate away from this page. I desperately watch the hit counter. And I cry a little everytime it goes for an extended period of time without moving. Speaking of, it's been on 8 for quite some time....here come the tears...
Aaaaanyway.
So. August 1. Here we go.
Meal 1: IHOP
1 Sausage Link
1 Bacon
1/2 Plate of Bananas Foster Pancake w/ Caramel Syrup and a scoop of vanilla ice cream
1 1/2 Scrambled eggs.
3/4 of a serving of hash browns
1/2 Bowl of Fruit.
Snacks:
1 1/2 Twizzlers Pull N Peel.
1 Lipton Sweetened Black Iced Tea.
3/4 Large Pepsi
1/3 Large Popcorn.
Meal 2:
1 Microbrew Great Dane Pub Pilsner
1 Macaroni and Cheese Plate
1 Meal Pretzel (delicious)
1 Bite Thai Turkey Burger
3 French Fries.
Afterward:
2 Jack Daniels Pre-mixed Rum and Cokes.
Yuck. Obviously, this is pre-cleanse dining. Know that I'll be driving to Georgia in a couple of days so it will get worse before it gets better.
Bye-bye.
-kevtricious.
Please don't navigate away from this page. I desperately watch the hit counter. And I cry a little everytime it goes for an extended period of time without moving. Speaking of, it's been on 8 for quite some time....here come the tears...
Aaaaanyway.
So. August 1. Here we go.
Meal 1: IHOP
1 Sausage Link
1 Bacon
1/2 Plate of Bananas Foster Pancake w/ Caramel Syrup and a scoop of vanilla ice cream
1 1/2 Scrambled eggs.
3/4 of a serving of hash browns
1/2 Bowl of Fruit.
Snacks:
1 1/2 Twizzlers Pull N Peel.
1 Lipton Sweetened Black Iced Tea.
3/4 Large Pepsi
1/3 Large Popcorn.
Meal 2:
1 Microbrew Great Dane Pub Pilsner
1 Macaroni and Cheese Plate
1 Meal Pretzel (delicious)
1 Bite Thai Turkey Burger
3 French Fries.
Afterward:
2 Jack Daniels Pre-mixed Rum and Cokes.
Yuck. Obviously, this is pre-cleanse dining. Know that I'll be driving to Georgia in a couple of days so it will get worse before it gets better.
Bye-bye.
-kevtricious.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
And now I wonder about where...
...that crazy ol' DMX ran off to.
I got my regular car back today, with a cheap-as-free burned rap mix, courtesy of my foreign exchange sister, Astrid.
After listening to the "Ryde or Die" extended remix I had to wonder...what ever happened to DMX? It's not that I'm sad he's gone...it's just...I wish he'd call, y'know?
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind.
-kev em ex
Bonus! The CD eloquently transitions into Eminem rapping about "Stan". Wherever DMX is, I hope occasionally takes Dido out to lunch.
I got my regular car back today, with a cheap-as-free burned rap mix, courtesy of my foreign exchange sister, Astrid.
After listening to the "Ryde or Die" extended remix I had to wonder...what ever happened to DMX? It's not that I'm sad he's gone...it's just...I wish he'd call, y'know?
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind.
-kev em ex
Bonus! The CD eloquently transitions into Eminem rapping about "Stan". Wherever DMX is, I hope occasionally takes Dido out to lunch.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
i have not forgotten what i'm really about
here is a picture of a cat in an empty toilet paper package:
Luv you,
- kevmo mo'kev
Luv you,
- kevmo mo'kev
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
consistency in movie quality and roles:
Thy name is Brendan Fraser.
Thank you, Brendan Fraser, for being true to thyself and to your fans.
-kevbama (in '08)
Ps. The refrigerator in the office that I work at is name brand, "kelvinator". I believe the slogan under it is "Always cold, never frosty". Fuck yes?
Thank you, Brendan Fraser, for being true to thyself and to your fans.
-kevbama (in '08)
Ps. The refrigerator in the office that I work at is name brand, "kelvinator". I believe the slogan under it is "Always cold, never frosty". Fuck yes?
Friday, July 11, 2008
In case you wanted to care...
I'm organizing immigrants in Illinois, outside of Chicago.
This is a weird job, complete with politicians' conspiracies to make sure that brown people don't register to vote, intra-employee romance drama, and bosses assuring us that it's essential to "celebrate" (drink) at 11 pm when we're all dog-tired to maintain our sanity.
I work Tuesday thru Sunday, 10 hour days, so forgive me if I haven't kept in touch at all. It's to the point that I don't play ultimate anymore. I will occasionally sneak a look at Facebook, if that seems like something you want to do.
One thing that has occurred to me as I've worked, is that career community organizers can generally be characterized as funny-looking, awkward-for-any-reason-you-can-think-of people. I fit right in.
I'm moving to Georgia in 20-ish days.
Miss you.
-kayperv
This is a weird job, complete with politicians' conspiracies to make sure that brown people don't register to vote, intra-employee romance drama, and bosses assuring us that it's essential to "celebrate" (drink) at 11 pm when we're all dog-tired to maintain our sanity.
I work Tuesday thru Sunday, 10 hour days, so forgive me if I haven't kept in touch at all. It's to the point that I don't play ultimate anymore. I will occasionally sneak a look at Facebook, if that seems like something you want to do.
One thing that has occurred to me as I've worked, is that career community organizers can generally be characterized as funny-looking, awkward-for-any-reason-you-can-think-of people. I fit right in.
I'm moving to Georgia in 20-ish days.
Miss you.
-kayperv
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Why folks my age are mostly dumb
I blame the creation and marketing of games like Gooey Louie.
"Pick his nose and pull the boogers one by one, but be careful! Pick the wrong gooey and Louie's brains pop out!"
A game that is more inane that Mouse Trap? Commendable and disturbing.
-kevvvved up
"Pick his nose and pull the boogers one by one, but be careful! Pick the wrong gooey and Louie's brains pop out!"
A game that is more inane that Mouse Trap? Commendable and disturbing.
-kevvvved up
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
It's My Birthday and I Don't Know What To Do.
Thanks to Sam Brown at explodingdog.com who makes me feel beautiful and not for this world.
-kev22
Monday, June 16, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
Culverism #88....
..."When running a nationally recognized restaurant chain, you should probably invest in some descent advertising"
Really, though, I ate at a Culver's this afternoon. For those of you who are unfamiliar, it is a northern-type fast food restaurant, more or less the Minn-con-nois equivalent of a Sheridan's or a Tastee-Freez. They serve food that is at least on par with other chains or in some cases far superior. They serve Butterburgers, which are not so disgusting as they sound (this is actually the tip of the iceberg in terms of problematic word choice). They have frozen custard instead of ice cream. It's delcious.
So, why am I writing you about this benign, tasty, fattening establishment?
Mostly due to two of the slogans that get written on much of the chain's packaging and labels.
The first is:
"Get Culverized"
What? Ew. I think they mean get pulverized by Culver's. By which I mean I think they mean to drop 80 pounds Double Deluxe Culver on your head or surprise you with a 40-gallon custard-shower while you're in the bathtub. Then some pops out and screams, "You just got Culverized!!!" and you're supposed to give them a big thumbs-up.
The second slogan, which was posted on a note about getting pints of the flavor of the day for $3.39 was:
"Taste how much we care"
I will not debase myself by commenting on this. Let's just say that it could be gross in any number of contexts.
In tandem, these phrases make me either want to create a Culver's themed super-villain or to make a Culver's themed sex-tape. Starring someone who is not me. Because, um, yuck. And I have no idea how someone would get "Culverized" in either of these instances.
To sum up, Culver's should start advertising their hamburgers in a way that do not make me think of weird sex fetishes and/or destruction.
Join team Scoopie,
-Kevburger.
ps. www.getculverized.com
Monday, May 19, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Do Not, Lest Ye Be
So last year, around late July, a car drove onto the sidewalk of the Cliquot Club, where I work. The driver had apparently passed out and lost control of her vehicle, plowing through all of our patio sitting. Twelve people were injured. One person was killed.
You can read about it here:
http://www.startribune.com/local/11556836.html
Sadly, she was a regular customer.
Even more so, was that there was no discernable cause for her loss of consciousness. Toxicology showed she had not been drinking or on drugs. Medical examinations found no cause. In the wake of this evidence, 8 months later, the city attorney has found that there is no reason to press charges against her.
There are lots of conjectures out there as to why she might have lost control. She was taking Lunesta at the time. She is a regular drinker. But none of this is conclusive.
So. Should she have been charged?
She was not even issued a traffic citation. She killed a person and still has a clean driving record.
A Black man had a similar incident in north Minneapolis, killing a young girl. He will be in prison for eight years.
However, is the relative punishment of others a reason to convict others guilty of similar crimes? She is presumably clean, at least in conscience. Perhaps the guilt will be enough of a punishment.
But she came in yesterday for a decaf coffee.
**BUH?**
Shit is real, brah.
-kansas kevin.
You can read about it here:
http://www.startribune.com/local/11556836.html
Sadly, she was a regular customer.
Even more so, was that there was no discernable cause for her loss of consciousness. Toxicology showed she had not been drinking or on drugs. Medical examinations found no cause. In the wake of this evidence, 8 months later, the city attorney has found that there is no reason to press charges against her.
There are lots of conjectures out there as to why she might have lost control. She was taking Lunesta at the time. She is a regular drinker. But none of this is conclusive.
So. Should she have been charged?
She was not even issued a traffic citation. She killed a person and still has a clean driving record.
A Black man had a similar incident in north Minneapolis, killing a young girl. He will be in prison for eight years.
However, is the relative punishment of others a reason to convict others guilty of similar crimes? She is presumably clean, at least in conscience. Perhaps the guilt will be enough of a punishment.
But she came in yesterday for a decaf coffee.
**BUH?**
Shit is real, brah.
-kansas kevin.
Friday, April 25, 2008
R..Z..A
How could you not love him?
Forget Nova videos. My future homeschooled children are listening to rap music in their biolo-creationist-dinosaur class.
My mind flashed back to the early moon
When I was just a sperm cell in the fallopian tube
In the mist of a state of triple darkness
Going through a struggle so I could exist
Avoiding everything that came within my path
As I watch other sperm cells get ripped in half
One out of a million completes the job
And for the other sperm cells the womb is a grave yard
Though my travels I had to pass through
Alot of battles and violent hassles
Cause inside the womb I was a foreign object
I'm like a new nigga walking through the project
Trouble, everywhere I turn
Damn its a struggle just being a sperm
cell, so I attempt to prevail
I guess the womb is the first stage of hell
Now here I am in the danger zone
My head and my tail, my 23 chromosomes
But then again yo it can't be that bad cause my dad
He could have used a body bag
And if so then my tomb would have been the trash can inside my moms bedroom
But they was fucking, they was true to this
And here a go on a mission to the uterus
A million mother fuckers tried to race ahead
But I was the one that fertilized the egg
Then I thought then I was safe
Because I reached home base
But oh no my job wasn't done
In fact my troubles had only begun life as a struggle
Life is the struggle
Life is the struggle
Today is Malaria Day.
Thank you "Freedom From Hunger" mass e-mails I've been receiving since I started college. (how I got on, anyone's guess...same with how to get off).
Happy Malaria Day,
-k(ill)vin
Forget Nova videos. My future homeschooled children are listening to rap music in their biolo-creationist-dinosaur class.
My mind flashed back to the early moon
When I was just a sperm cell in the fallopian tube
In the mist of a state of triple darkness
Going through a struggle so I could exist
Avoiding everything that came within my path
As I watch other sperm cells get ripped in half
One out of a million completes the job
And for the other sperm cells the womb is a grave yard
Though my travels I had to pass through
Alot of battles and violent hassles
Cause inside the womb I was a foreign object
I'm like a new nigga walking through the project
Trouble, everywhere I turn
Damn its a struggle just being a sperm
cell, so I attempt to prevail
I guess the womb is the first stage of hell
Now here I am in the danger zone
My head and my tail, my 23 chromosomes
But then again yo it can't be that bad cause my dad
He could have used a body bag
And if so then my tomb would have been the trash can inside my moms bedroom
But they was fucking, they was true to this
And here a go on a mission to the uterus
A million mother fuckers tried to race ahead
But I was the one that fertilized the egg
Then I thought then I was safe
Because I reached home base
But oh no my job wasn't done
In fact my troubles had only begun life as a struggle
Life is the struggle
Life is the struggle
Today is Malaria Day.
Thank you "Freedom From Hunger" mass e-mails I've been receiving since I started college. (how I got on, anyone's guess...same with how to get off).
Happy Malaria Day,
-k(ill)vin
Monday, April 21, 2008
Whatever happened...
...to Trick Daddy?
And the rest of the Slip-N-Slide Crew for that matter?
Take it to the house,
-k v n
e i
And the rest of the Slip-N-Slide Crew for that matter?
Take it to the house,
-k v n
e i
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
In N' Out Burger
Um....
Fuck. Yes.
-kevbo
Ps. I will not be attending UC San Diego. Too many jerks in poor-fitting clothing with charred skin and saggy boobs. I am officially still of the opinion that California sucks a lot.
Fuck. Yes.
-kevbo
Ps. I will not be attending UC San Diego. Too many jerks in poor-fitting clothing with charred skin and saggy boobs. I am officially still of the opinion that California sucks a lot.
Friday, March 28, 2008
The Japanese Just Do it Better
Cartoons, Movies, Cars, Candy, Sexual Fetishes.
Rock and Roll Music
I saw The Boredoms on Tuesday night. Oh. My. god. The show was absolutely incredible.
My ears hurt the following morning, in the best way possible. This band stretched what could be called "American Music" to the limits of my imagination. I fell into a trance at least three seperate times. My friend Justin, who I'm not sure was going to be into it, was in total awe. The music was noise. The noise was music. I have never seen a concert (popular, orchestral, otherwise) that was played with greater precision. It was not the best show I've ever been too, all things considered; however, it might have been the best performed music I have ever witnessed
The band was five members. Eye, lead singer (most of his vocals made use of a delay pedal), played two glowing balls that he held in his fists that made different frequencies depending on what height he held them at. Three drummers. Three...incredible...drummers playing extremely complex rhythms in perfect unison or perfect compliment, depending on the moment. They were all extremely different (homeless looking guy, weird hippie woman, business man on the weekend???), and all absolutely technically proficient. Another guy who was adjusting instruments and running the electronics. He seemed very valuable.
Which brings me to my personal favorite part of the show. 8...fucking...telecasters. WELDED TOGETHER. That's right, it was like those layered organs, but with GUITARS. And no, folks, that's not all. This octo-tar was played with STICKS. Occasionally Eye would step away from his synthesizer grab some drumsticks or something that looked like a broomhandle and whack the thing. It made beautiful sounds. Also, even though it looked like it was being played with reckless abandon, it was always in time with the trio. I think part of the value of the tuning-guy was that he was setting up the guitars to play different chords based on the tunings so there wasn't any fingering involved. Just whack one of the eight sets of six strings, whose chords were all in harmony, and nice things came as a result.
I left the show a little deaf and a lot euphoric. Thank you very much for your fascination with U.S. culture, Japan. You seem like very nice people.
Where's your baby?
-Kafin
Rock and Roll Music
I saw The Boredoms on Tuesday night. Oh. My. god. The show was absolutely incredible.
My ears hurt the following morning, in the best way possible. This band stretched what could be called "American Music" to the limits of my imagination. I fell into a trance at least three seperate times. My friend Justin, who I'm not sure was going to be into it, was in total awe. The music was noise. The noise was music. I have never seen a concert (popular, orchestral, otherwise) that was played with greater precision. It was not the best show I've ever been too, all things considered; however, it might have been the best performed music I have ever witnessed
The band was five members. Eye, lead singer (most of his vocals made use of a delay pedal), played two glowing balls that he held in his fists that made different frequencies depending on what height he held them at. Three drummers. Three...incredible...drummers playing extremely complex rhythms in perfect unison or perfect compliment, depending on the moment. They were all extremely different (homeless looking guy, weird hippie woman, business man on the weekend???), and all absolutely technically proficient. Another guy who was adjusting instruments and running the electronics. He seemed very valuable.
Which brings me to my personal favorite part of the show. 8...fucking...telecasters. WELDED TOGETHER. That's right, it was like those layered organs, but with GUITARS. And no, folks, that's not all. This octo-tar was played with STICKS. Occasionally Eye would step away from his synthesizer grab some drumsticks or something that looked like a broomhandle and whack the thing. It made beautiful sounds. Also, even though it looked like it was being played with reckless abandon, it was always in time with the trio. I think part of the value of the tuning-guy was that he was setting up the guitars to play different chords based on the tunings so there wasn't any fingering involved. Just whack one of the eight sets of six strings, whose chords were all in harmony, and nice things came as a result.
I left the show a little deaf and a lot euphoric. Thank you very much for your fascination with U.S. culture, Japan. You seem like very nice people.
Where's your baby?
-Kafin
Monday, March 17, 2008
Stop Bothering:
Michael Jackson
Brittany Spears
Charlie Manson
Governor Spitzer's Wife
I'm tired of the media frenzy. CNN should not be covering this ridiculous nonsense. There's a longer list, but for the (crazy, crazy, harmlessly crazy, tired and hurt) folks above it's probably very very tiring. They're not doing anything to anybody, leave them alone.
For the other lists of celebs (Paris, Branglina, Sen. Craig) the attention is wanted, beneficial, or deserved, so, whatever. But outside of these cases, I'd really really like it if they'd stop wasting their, my, and everyone else's time. Fucking media.
---
Personally, today has not been a good day.
I had to sit by a very, very large person on the plane. In Dallas, an elderly man squished my danish. I was way pissed.
heather mills was just awarded 40 million dollars of paul mccartney's money (according to headline news). thank god someone told me.
-sir kevin of kevton
Brittany Spears
Charlie Manson
Governor Spitzer's Wife
I'm tired of the media frenzy. CNN should not be covering this ridiculous nonsense. There's a longer list, but for the (crazy, crazy, harmlessly crazy, tired and hurt) folks above it's probably very very tiring. They're not doing anything to anybody, leave them alone.
For the other lists of celebs (Paris, Branglina, Sen. Craig) the attention is wanted, beneficial, or deserved, so, whatever. But outside of these cases, I'd really really like it if they'd stop wasting their, my, and everyone else's time. Fucking media.
---
Personally, today has not been a good day.
I had to sit by a very, very large person on the plane. In Dallas, an elderly man squished my danish. I was way pissed.
heather mills was just awarded 40 million dollars of paul mccartney's money (according to headline news). thank god someone told me.
-sir kevin of kevton
Friday, March 14, 2008
Unhappiest Place on Earth (outside of Disneyworld)
That place is the mo'fuckin' airport.
I'm sitting in O'hare International as of right...now.
I just spent 7 dollars on a beer. Then I ate McDonalds. You would be hard pressed to find unhappier employees. Miserable fathers of 5 read Stephen King. It's Spring Break weekend, girls in the 14-17 year old age bracket are going to Mexico to get sunburns and nasty braids. Fat men carry tennis racquets.
Despite all this, I just saw things that I wouldn't see elsewhere.
In this order:
A man with 2-inch ear hair.
A woman that was dressed to KILL (big heels, ridiculously short yet classy skirt). She pulled it off in a way I haven't ever seen.
A midget.
I plan to escape this with a rather large dose of dramamine and another 7 dollar drink.
Don't say nothin'. Jes bob your head like you get it.
-kansas
I'm sitting in O'hare International as of right...now.
I just spent 7 dollars on a beer. Then I ate McDonalds. You would be hard pressed to find unhappier employees. Miserable fathers of 5 read Stephen King. It's Spring Break weekend, girls in the 14-17 year old age bracket are going to Mexico to get sunburns and nasty braids. Fat men carry tennis racquets.
Despite all this, I just saw things that I wouldn't see elsewhere.
In this order:
A man with 2-inch ear hair.
A woman that was dressed to KILL (big heels, ridiculously short yet classy skirt). She pulled it off in a way I haven't ever seen.
A midget.
I plan to escape this with a rather large dose of dramamine and another 7 dollar drink.
Don't say nothin'. Jes bob your head like you get it.
-kansas
Friday, March 7, 2008
copy::paste
As a rule, I don't usually read my school's paper.
(sorry lady)
But yesterday I was told about some incredible shit. There is a "dating advice" column in the paper called Dr. Date. Usually, it's an vapid person asking an inane question and receiving some pretty useless advice. Sometimes people write in to be funny.
They never are.
But then Feb 29th happened. This is what happened:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear Dr. Date,
My name is "Mike" but all my boyz call me Fizz Cat. It's actually kind of a sad story; I sometimes "fizz" when I see a pretty lookin' hunny.
Anyways, here's my problem: I'm 6'1" with a hot body, I'm athletic, I love to work out, I play the guitar incredibly, and I love to serenade the hunnies. Oh, I almost forgot: I am a proud Eagle Scout and I love the outdoors.
I know you're thinking "What's the problem here?" Well, for some odd reason the hunnies just don't want a piece of da Fizz.
I set out this semester with a new plan to just sit back and chill, drink, smoke, lift weights, play guitar and let the hunnies come to me.
However, my plan isn't working - no hunnies have even noticed me. The only number I've gotten was from a fellow Eagle Scout wanting to go "explore" Mother Nature.
Dr. Date, I need your help. Why won't the hunnies come? Please help this 19-year-old virgin in fear of never tasting the supple nectar of a good lookin' hunny.
-Fizz Cat
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DD's answer is not worth posting.
And on March 6th:
Dear Dr. Date,
It's Fizz again, and I just wanted to tell you that I have some issues with the advice you gave me.
I scored with two dime-piece hunnies last week, and that was all because I was playing the Fizz Cat card.
I know that being "Mike" may work for impressing my grandma, but to really score with da hunnies - I NEED TO BE FIZZ CAT!
Fizz is a sexual being whose quest is to score with the hunnies; Mike is just an Eagle Scout.
When I play the role of Fizz Cat, I feel as if nothing can harm me and that I am invincible.
I have a desire to be with good lookin' hunnies and I know my only chance at doing so is as DA GREAT FIZZ.
Though, I do appreciate your taking time to help me with my love life, and I have a serious question for you.
I have been practicing kung fu and my trainer brought up a deep question for me and I am not sure which way to go about it.
He said that, to attack your prey, you need to either be fierce and strong like a mountain gorilla or be quick and touchy like a spider monkey.
So I was with this hunny on Saturday, who was a real fine looker, when a problem arose.
I couldn't decide if I should let my inner gorilla out and start yelling and pounding my chest or if I should jump her quick and touch her all over like a spider monkey.
Dr. Date, please help me. Should I be Fizz Cat the gorilla or Fizz Cat the spider monkey?
-Fizz Cat
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Actually, reading it again, it's not all that funny. Crap. Well, too late now.
;;Publishhhhh-d::
-kaykaykaykay
(sorry lady)
But yesterday I was told about some incredible shit. There is a "dating advice" column in the paper called Dr. Date. Usually, it's an vapid person asking an inane question and receiving some pretty useless advice. Sometimes people write in to be funny.
They never are.
But then Feb 29th happened. This is what happened:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear Dr. Date,
My name is "Mike" but all my boyz call me Fizz Cat. It's actually kind of a sad story; I sometimes "fizz" when I see a pretty lookin' hunny.
Anyways, here's my problem: I'm 6'1" with a hot body, I'm athletic, I love to work out, I play the guitar incredibly, and I love to serenade the hunnies. Oh, I almost forgot: I am a proud Eagle Scout and I love the outdoors.
I know you're thinking "What's the problem here?" Well, for some odd reason the hunnies just don't want a piece of da Fizz.
I set out this semester with a new plan to just sit back and chill, drink, smoke, lift weights, play guitar and let the hunnies come to me.
However, my plan isn't working - no hunnies have even noticed me. The only number I've gotten was from a fellow Eagle Scout wanting to go "explore" Mother Nature.
Dr. Date, I need your help. Why won't the hunnies come? Please help this 19-year-old virgin in fear of never tasting the supple nectar of a good lookin' hunny.
-Fizz Cat
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DD's answer is not worth posting.
And on March 6th:
Dear Dr. Date,
It's Fizz again, and I just wanted to tell you that I have some issues with the advice you gave me.
I scored with two dime-piece hunnies last week, and that was all because I was playing the Fizz Cat card.
I know that being "Mike" may work for impressing my grandma, but to really score with da hunnies - I NEED TO BE FIZZ CAT!
Fizz is a sexual being whose quest is to score with the hunnies; Mike is just an Eagle Scout.
When I play the role of Fizz Cat, I feel as if nothing can harm me and that I am invincible.
I have a desire to be with good lookin' hunnies and I know my only chance at doing so is as DA GREAT FIZZ.
Though, I do appreciate your taking time to help me with my love life, and I have a serious question for you.
I have been practicing kung fu and my trainer brought up a deep question for me and I am not sure which way to go about it.
He said that, to attack your prey, you need to either be fierce and strong like a mountain gorilla or be quick and touchy like a spider monkey.
So I was with this hunny on Saturday, who was a real fine looker, when a problem arose.
I couldn't decide if I should let my inner gorilla out and start yelling and pounding my chest or if I should jump her quick and touch her all over like a spider monkey.
Dr. Date, please help me. Should I be Fizz Cat the gorilla or Fizz Cat the spider monkey?
-Fizz Cat
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Actually, reading it again, it's not all that funny. Crap. Well, too late now.
;;Publishhhhh-d::
-kaykaykaykay
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