Opinions are on tags and I've labeled everything.
And I'm sure you'll attempt to define it all differently.
Of course, you have the freedom to arrange things anyway you'd like - just keep it to yourself, right?
Who made up that rule anyway?
Let's hear other's answers to the trivial and the sincere!
But, rules are rules... Let it be.
However, if we were ever to feel like rebels again, I just want you to know that I labeled you in pencil.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
On The Other End
Miss Take immediately realized she had called the wrong number when Mr. Ree answered. She hated herself now for not taking his number off of the list. But as soon as she heard his voice there was no denying where her heart was. Why couldn't they just work things out? She blamed it on the vague explainations he offered concerning past relationships. He blamed it on her unwillingness to take his last name. "Mrs. Ree Take? That would never do," Mr. Ree would complain.The fact that the two hadn't spoken to one another for quite some time had its consequences in the end and after a few awkward attempts at moving past hello, Miss Take began to apologize for her dialing error. However, before she could finish her thought the phone went dead and Mr. Ree disappeared forever.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
That's how we roll.
We had celebrated Paul's birthday on the late eve and, to be completely accurate, through to the early morning of the actual day so, when 10pm rolled around, neither of us truly had much desire to drive into town for a couple more celebratory cocktails. However, we're both loyal to some traditions, and celebrating a close friend's birthday all day is one neither of us would dare betray... The basic "you scratch my back, I'll party with you all day" type of mentality.
Off we went and into town we came. After a lovely traditional Greek dinner we scouted out the local clubs. Around 2am we decided on the place and headed upstairs for what would soon be one of the strangest and most enjoyable birthday bashes either of us confess to have experienced.
The fun promptly began when Paul ordered his first drink and immediately proceeded to knock it over onto his lap, the girl's back to his left and the shoes of the man to his right. An equally immediate apology was given to the drenched girl in exchange for a disgusted glare.
All things settled with her he turned and apologized to the man only to be served a crowded bar favorite; Angry Cursing from a Foreign Language with a little Push-And-Shove for dessert. Again, Paul apologized and again he was pushed. At this time I had seen enough and stepped in to hold the man back and tell him to calm down.
The cool thing about an angry drunk that doesn't speak your language is that he doesn't understand what you're saying so every piece of sage advice that comes from your mouth is translated roughly as, "You want a piece of me, mother f*#ker?!"
Well, there was no calming him down and his friends, try as they might, couldn't hold him back. So, the bartender jumped over the bar to help and some moments later the irrate fool started punching his own friends.
Now, with no companions on his side, he decided to throw rocks glasses at me. Somehow Paul and I both passed through a storm of shattered glass unscathed, however... I was now perfectly pissed off. The bartender saw my patience fade from my demeanor and held me back while attempting to calmly speak to me in Greek.
There are certain conversations in life that don't require all who are in attendance to speak with the same tongue. I knew he was telling me to fogetaboutit and, really, I just wanted to have a good time with Paul on his birthday so, he and I waved the situation off and headed to the other side of the bar.
Meanwhile, bouncers showed up and threw our antagonist of the evening out the front door. This now left about 400 eyes on us and after a few awkward minutes of being stared at the bartender kindly waved us back over to his side where we discovered he was suddenly able to speak english. He apologized to us for the "situation" and bought us some drinks. Turned out he's one of those acrobatic drinkologists so, after tossing our drink glasses around and pouring the alcohol from different angles we had some of the best booze in the world... The free kind!
While we discussed for the next few minutes what had all just gone down the owner of the club approached us wanting to know our side of the story. We told him the truth and after the cool bartender vouched for our version things really got interesting. The owner opened the bar up to us for the rest of the evening. Whatever we wanted we got. He sat down, had girls sent over and we partied like it was 1999! Finally, around 5am we inquired about when they usually tried to close up. The answer was simply and brilliantly put, "We close when everyone goes home." !!! So, at 6am we decided it was getting a little late and headed home. How's that for a birthday party?!
Off we went and into town we came. After a lovely traditional Greek dinner we scouted out the local clubs. Around 2am we decided on the place and headed upstairs for what would soon be one of the strangest and most enjoyable birthday bashes either of us confess to have experienced.
The fun promptly began when Paul ordered his first drink and immediately proceeded to knock it over onto his lap, the girl's back to his left and the shoes of the man to his right. An equally immediate apology was given to the drenched girl in exchange for a disgusted glare.
All things settled with her he turned and apologized to the man only to be served a crowded bar favorite; Angry Cursing from a Foreign Language with a little Push-And-Shove for dessert. Again, Paul apologized and again he was pushed. At this time I had seen enough and stepped in to hold the man back and tell him to calm down.
The cool thing about an angry drunk that doesn't speak your language is that he doesn't understand what you're saying so every piece of sage advice that comes from your mouth is translated roughly as, "You want a piece of me, mother f*#ker?!"
Well, there was no calming him down and his friends, try as they might, couldn't hold him back. So, the bartender jumped over the bar to help and some moments later the irrate fool started punching his own friends.
Now, with no companions on his side, he decided to throw rocks glasses at me. Somehow Paul and I both passed through a storm of shattered glass unscathed, however... I was now perfectly pissed off. The bartender saw my patience fade from my demeanor and held me back while attempting to calmly speak to me in Greek.
There are certain conversations in life that don't require all who are in attendance to speak with the same tongue. I knew he was telling me to fogetaboutit and, really, I just wanted to have a good time with Paul on his birthday so, he and I waved the situation off and headed to the other side of the bar.
Meanwhile, bouncers showed up and threw our antagonist of the evening out the front door. This now left about 400 eyes on us and after a few awkward minutes of being stared at the bartender kindly waved us back over to his side where we discovered he was suddenly able to speak english. He apologized to us for the "situation" and bought us some drinks. Turned out he's one of those acrobatic drinkologists so, after tossing our drink glasses around and pouring the alcohol from different angles we had some of the best booze in the world... The free kind!
While we discussed for the next few minutes what had all just gone down the owner of the club approached us wanting to know our side of the story. We told him the truth and after the cool bartender vouched for our version things really got interesting. The owner opened the bar up to us for the rest of the evening. Whatever we wanted we got. He sat down, had girls sent over and we partied like it was 1999! Finally, around 5am we inquired about when they usually tried to close up. The answer was simply and brilliantly put, "We close when everyone goes home." !!! So, at 6am we decided it was getting a little late and headed home. How's that for a birthday party?!
Thursday, April 06, 2006
The Story of The Irishman That Drank Himself Around The World
My traveling friend and I traveled out of today's visited town and back into our temporary home town, which we are also visiting. During our temporary return we stopped in to have a bite to eat at our favorite restaurant in a town we were temporarily visiting in order to eat. This was the town next to the one we traveled to in order to temporarily visit.
Before all of this, but on the same day, while we were visiting the town we had traveled to in order to visit which, I formally called the "visited town", my traveling friend and I discussed between the two of us that our souls were weary from rebellion and the Spirit of which, we had invited in at different times between the two of us in the past, was calling us to travel back to a former place in our hearts where peace could be better found. Upon this realization and confirmation, and upon the completion of our visitation into the visited town (which I'll now reveal as Thessaloniki) we ended up at our afformentioned restaurant in the town next to our town.
Once here, we happened across a fellow food patron (an Irishman) who invited himself to our table for a bit of conversation which, in a matter of moments, extended into hours. We, the three, discussed many topics of important significance, but cleverly disguised them in trivial examples; he in what he knew best, mostly of ventures around the world; our's in what we knew best, whatever that may be.
Our new friend was kind and bought a bottle of wine and, in so doing, invited our hearts to spill out into his ears. But wisdom took hold and all my soul desired was to listen to another man's tales. He grasped the same life truths as I but did not understand why and I patiently did not answer. On any other day the truth would have been told to my fellow man, but today the Spirit called my weary soul back to Him and so, He encouraged me through example to practice patience and shrewdness.
Today I listened. Tomorrow may be the same. All the same, the truth shall be told.
Before all of this, but on the same day, while we were visiting the town we had traveled to in order to visit which, I formally called the "visited town", my traveling friend and I discussed between the two of us that our souls were weary from rebellion and the Spirit of which, we had invited in at different times between the two of us in the past, was calling us to travel back to a former place in our hearts where peace could be better found. Upon this realization and confirmation, and upon the completion of our visitation into the visited town (which I'll now reveal as Thessaloniki) we ended up at our afformentioned restaurant in the town next to our town.
Once here, we happened across a fellow food patron (an Irishman) who invited himself to our table for a bit of conversation which, in a matter of moments, extended into hours. We, the three, discussed many topics of important significance, but cleverly disguised them in trivial examples; he in what he knew best, mostly of ventures around the world; our's in what we knew best, whatever that may be.
Our new friend was kind and bought a bottle of wine and, in so doing, invited our hearts to spill out into his ears. But wisdom took hold and all my soul desired was to listen to another man's tales. He grasped the same life truths as I but did not understand why and I patiently did not answer. On any other day the truth would have been told to my fellow man, but today the Spirit called my weary soul back to Him and so, He encouraged me through example to practice patience and shrewdness.
Today I listened. Tomorrow may be the same. All the same, the truth shall be told.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Dedicated to me lil' bro with the new girlie.
I know he likes funny signs and so I thought he'd appreciate this one.
P.S. The title was just to embarrass him. Congratulate him if you know who he is though.
P.S.S. He still hasn't told me about her yet. I had to find out through my various sources.
P.S. The title was just to embarrass him. Congratulate him if you know who he is though.
P.S.S. He still hasn't told me about her yet. I had to find out through my various sources.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Last Night
I was walking back to the hotel in Edinburgh with my friend when this guy passed by me and punched me in the head. He started cussing me out and wanted a brawl. We were all too ready to give him one when his friend stepped in. This guy was bleeding out the nose and nursing his arm. He begged for my friend and I to let them go. He obviously wasn't in any condition to put up a very good fight and was pissed at his friend for starting something. Since we were standing in the middle of a crosswalk and there was a bloodthirsty crowd quickly forming in the streets we blew 'em off and walked away. But what a fun experience! Almost got in a brawl on the streets of Edinburgh.
Friday, February 17, 2006
The world was once but a fantasy...
and now it is beginning to take life right before my eyes.
I've only just begun this long trip yet, I'm feeling overwhelmed at times by the experiential realization that there's so much to see and breathe and feel in this world. Of course I've believed it all this time, but now I'm beginning to understand it first hand.
New York and England are beautiful places, rich with history, art and culture. Particular strengths in these areas vary between the two regions. An example of this off hand would, of course, be that the asthetic beauty of the women in New York threatens to mix my brains into scrambled eggs and those asthetics of English women, well, their looks remind me of scrambled eggs. But their buildings and gardens, oh my, their buildings and gard... Ok, I'll stop.
I've only just begun this long trip yet, I'm feeling overwhelmed at times by the experiential realization that there's so much to see and breathe and feel in this world. Of course I've believed it all this time, but now I'm beginning to understand it first hand.
New York and England are beautiful places, rich with history, art and culture. Particular strengths in these areas vary between the two regions. An example of this off hand would, of course, be that the asthetic beauty of the women in New York threatens to mix my brains into scrambled eggs and those asthetics of English women, well, their looks remind me of scrambled eggs. But their buildings and gardens, oh my, their buildings and gard... Ok, I'll stop.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Why Didn't I Ever Think Of This?!
Some ingenius... genius posted these notes up all around our subway car.
...Obviously a Master of Seduction.
...Obviously a Master of Seduction.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Friday, February 10, 2006
Goodbye
I am back from visiting family in Ohio. It was a lot of fun. It's always interesting to me that I can be in one climate and situation in the morning and be thousands of miles away and into a completely different situation all in one day. Yesterday I was sleding down a hill with my sisters at about noon and then I was sweating in the Hollywood night that, er, night.
Anyway, it was a great start to my long vacation. And when I got home I found my new Taylor guitar had arrived in the mail. I'm taking it with me to Europe.
Alright...
It's 3am. I'm leaving for New York at 9am. I'm getting sick... Throat's sore, lymph nodes swollen, nose plugged, oh, joy.
I'll post a picture or something on the travel site when we get to New York.
Thanks all for your support.
Goodbye.
Anyway, it was a great start to my long vacation. And when I got home I found my new Taylor guitar had arrived in the mail. I'm taking it with me to Europe.
Alright...
It's 3am. I'm leaving for New York at 9am. I'm getting sick... Throat's sore, lymph nodes swollen, nose plugged, oh, joy.
I'll post a picture or something on the travel site when we get to New York.
Thanks all for your support.
Goodbye.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Thank You For Your Support
Yesterday I went to my brother's university to say goodbye before I leave.
Turns out, he wasn't there...
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out! Check it out!
Alright, here's the travel blog. Go here http://www.transatlanticjournal.blogspot.com to keep up with what we're doin' abroad.
Monday, January 23, 2006
I've Been Everywhere, Man.
This is it. One week of work left. I'm starting to pack up and move out today. I've said my "goodbyes" to just about everyone. And I'm very ready to start this trip. I'll set up the new travel blog this week and let you all know what's up with that.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Adieu
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Where are you going?
You're all leaving?
But I'm still breathing!
Each of you said you always wanted honesty.
So, why is it so hard to see?
I swear it's true,
What I've said about all of you.
For dignity's sake I had to tell,
I've had it with all of you waiting in line for me like I'm your personal carousel.
Waiting to take hold of my heart like it's a golden rod - your sound foundation.
You imagine that all I take is one small token of adulation.
Each of you so confident that I'll keep a perfect grin and a flash in my eyes,
As I take you 'round on a fun little ride through your sick and complicated lives.
Oh, how special I must be!
Oh, how much you do love me!
My lips are turning blue.
My eyes have faded because of all of you.
My ears are rotting because of your shallow praise.
And yet it never ceases to amaze,
That when the merry-go-round must stop for maintanance,
None of you has a face of countenance.
Off you go, up and down on a rollercoaster's rails,
Having left your initials in my back with your nails.
The scars force me to remember you, my friend.
Thank you, I'll think of you all until the very end.
Oh, but I'll heal and then the ride can begin.
And you'll all be back again.
You'll find your letters where you last sat.
This will be fun, you're sure of that!
But now the carousel turns so slow.
And the golden rod sways to and fro.
Did you ever think that your grinning horse may fall?
Of course not... Fuck you all.
Where are you going?
You're all leaving?
But I'm still breathing!
Each of you said you always wanted honesty.
So, why is it so hard to see?
I swear it's true,
What I've said about all of you.
For dignity's sake I had to tell,
I've had it with all of you waiting in line for me like I'm your personal carousel.
Waiting to take hold of my heart like it's a golden rod - your sound foundation.
You imagine that all I take is one small token of adulation.
Each of you so confident that I'll keep a perfect grin and a flash in my eyes,
As I take you 'round on a fun little ride through your sick and complicated lives.
Oh, how special I must be!
Oh, how much you do love me!
My lips are turning blue.
My eyes have faded because of all of you.
My ears are rotting because of your shallow praise.
And yet it never ceases to amaze,
That when the merry-go-round must stop for maintanance,
None of you has a face of countenance.
Off you go, up and down on a rollercoaster's rails,
Having left your initials in my back with your nails.
The scars force me to remember you, my friend.
Thank you, I'll think of you all until the very end.
Oh, but I'll heal and then the ride can begin.
And you'll all be back again.
You'll find your letters where you last sat.
This will be fun, you're sure of that!
But now the carousel turns so slow.
And the golden rod sways to and fro.
Did you ever think that your grinning horse may fall?
Of course not... Fuck you all.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
It's Okay. I Found Him.
So, I met this guy, Ed, tonight. He's the D.J./Bouncer at my local bar. I was stoked to spot him because I've been laughing at this Nokia commercial for a little while now. http://ww2.itsyourlifeinthere.com/nokia.htmlCheck it out and have a laugh - or don't. I don't really care. I'm going to keep posting blogs, regardless.
...That's it.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Count Down To The New Year.
I'm starting my count down to the new year today. Up till now the new year has been no different than the last, but from here on out times are a changin'. In one month I'll be temporarily retired and will be travelling the globe in search of riches. I'll be creating another blog that will be a way for everyone to follow my trip. I'll let you know when that's up.
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