Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Best. Neighborhood. Ever.

Ladies and gentlemen, car theft #3.



This time the thief walked away with a cup of change totaling roughly $5. And my sense of personal safety.

Monday, January 24, 2005

Late Christmas? Early Birthday?

I've been told that sometimes it's hard to shop for me. I'm going to make it easy on anyone who feels like buying me a present for any reason. Maybe because I'm really cool? It doesn't matter why. Somebody buy one of these for me (click "John Coltrane").






P.S. Somebody also please tell the people running this auction that the mouthpiece is on backwards on both of these and on Benny Goodman's clarinet. .

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Happy Sucks Day

I apologize for my less than clever title, but today sucks pretty much any way you cut it.

I am at work. No one else is at work. No one is buying houses today. But I'm here in the office, bitterly not-watching and not-listening to the tiny tv that our office manager brought in to watch the inauguration.

The combination of weather and road closures for the inauguration has prevented me from seeing Connie since Monday, even though she just 6 miles away in VA. I miss her!

I guess what's bumming me out most of all, though, is the damned event itself. I know that even though I didn't vote for Bushie, I should be behind him in some small way because he is going to be the president of my country for the next four years (or even longer, as my friend Drew points out, given his penchant for changing the constitution). But I'm just not feeling it today.

Even if I'm not happy about the president, maybe I should appreciate the grandeur of this national day of celebration. Perhaps I could look at the history of the inauguration and be fascinated by that. Memorable speeches have been made on inauguration day-- maybe if I watched I'd have the chance to hear live something that will be remembered for years to come. Somehow I don't think so. I have a feeling today's speech wil be full of sickeningly self-righteous platitudes about freedom and wholly inapropriate references to God.

It all seems a little silly to me. The nine zillion inaugural balls seem excessive. I won't go as far as to say that because of the thousands of lives lost in Asia and Iraq that the ceremonies should be curtailed or done away with altogether. I understand that the money comes from private donations, and should be used the way the donors intended. I also get that people simply need to have their parties. The celebration is something that gives people pride and not having them would cast a shadow over things. I just worry that we are giving more fodder to the people in the world who think America is a nation of over-indulgent rich assholes who are oblivious to everything outside our borders.

Phew, that turned out to be more than I thought I would write about that... I apologize if I sound whiny or melodramatic. I'm sure everything will look a lot better once this is all over and Washington isn't so crazy.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Farewell, Hiroki.

It was a sad day on Girard Street yesterday. No, no drug deals went bad. No pimp-ho disagreements escalated into violence. It was something much, much sadder.

Hiroki, Beta Extraordinaire and faithful pet to Ian and me, passed away.

Hiroki could have taught us all a little something about life. Sure he hid behind the fake plant a lot of the time, but when it came time to eat, he didn't just take the pellets and go back to hiding. He attacked those pellets. He was feisty and he enjoyed life. We will miss him.





Not Hiroki. But it looks kinda like him.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

I have a new hero...

...and his name is Dan Dare


Watch the ship for a minute... it gets cooler.



Monday, January 03, 2005

Happy Happy

Well, it is a new year.

I had a surprisingly fantastic time at F. Scott's on New Year's Eve. To see pictures taken by the lovely and talented Connie on her new Christmas present digital camera, look here. Unfortunately, the events of the evening allowed the small hint of a cough that I had to develop into a full-fledged cold. To get an idea of what is happening inside my body, look here.

Nonetheless, I am happy that I got out and made some memories, and stopped being such an old man. Thanks to my stepmother, Noel, for the heads up on that one.

Happy new year all.