flOw – plAy it
The doc saYs thAt my baCk hurts because I’m fat.
Welcome to a lifestyle change, coming Friday the 27th of October.
You think everything else was haRd?
Me? I liKe to eat.
hearing: My Love feat. TI – Justin Timberlake (so not afraid to admit that I listen to JT)
words…
Mentally unstable
feeling quite inable
short legs at a high table
hanging from a tenth story gable
cannot hold anything together
spinning yellow sphere… at the end of a fraying tether
When you blog often like I have been doing, five days off sems like an eternity.
I’ve been busy with friends and that has been good.
I’ve been ill and that hasn’t been good.
I still have pain and that’s bad.
Going to see Doc and that, well, that could go either way.
Don’t go assuming anything, ’cause I’m going to tell you where it hurts.
<——- Right there.
Like I said, don’t go assuming anything, I think that’s what hypochondriacs do.
I’ve spoken with several people and looked at many web pages and I don’t believe that you can diagnose that way with this kind of thing.
It started on Sunday morning and has gotten steadily worse. There seems to be a slight reprieve this morning but I really haven’t moved around at all. The Chronicles of Ouch.
I’m feeling really iffy about NaNoWriMo. I really want to do it, but I feel like I need some sort of portable writing device. WAIT! No cracks about pen/pencil and paper, that’s great, but for one I don’t scribble nearly as fast as I type, and for two that would mean transcribing everything I wrote each evening, as if 50,000 words wasn’t enough once. I would totally go for one of those old HP Jornadas that runs WinCE and has a full keyboard (b4 they went all PDA). Either that or a laptop. Problem is, I can’t afford anything like that. Does anyone have something I could make use of? Ideas and suggestions appreciated.
Off to watch Syriana and maybe Sketches of Frank Gehry will be in the mail and I’ll watch that too.
Uno mas.
translation? I really hope I don’t need to do that.
oh, you mean the last post?
ok then, it’s called google language tools, and it will tell you that I wrote [with my own corrections in red] the following:
You want Words? I feel[I'm sorry] friends, this[It is] near one in the manana[morning]. I need to sleep. Because I am[Why am I] using Espanol? Because it watches[I watched] the film “Daily of Motorcycle”[The Motorcycle Diaries] A this good film, but necisito I it studies who was Che Guevera before I determine that I think of[It is a good film, but I need to study who Che Guevara was before I determine what I think of him]. You have one day good[Have a good day], Go with God, – your friend Pedro (Gabe)
Which shows two things. One: that I have rusty spanish spelling/grammar, and two: that machines don’t get anything beyond the literal. If they ever do (aside from programmed ‘idioms’) that will be a scary day.
One day left of work before a blessed one off (then I work 2 and then have 2 more off). I’m really getting tired of work, but I expect that it’s mainly due to the 10 day stretch I’m pulling, mainly. Other than that, things are going quite well. Our store manager stopped me yesterday to tell me how much good my manager (not my old favorite boss, mind you, but the newer [to me] one that works with her) had to say about me. It’s hard to be in a position where you are bored with and tired of your work, and sometimes feel like it’s actually affecting your performance, and then to have your bosses raving about your everything (almost, I’m not perfect). I guess it says something about contentedness.
Folks, it’s time to get your Pandora on.
They’ve recently added profiles that are viewable and bookmarkable. And the features keep coming at a steady pace, like the one I noticed just today that tells you if the artist you are listening to is on tour and provides a link to their tour dates.
Back to the profiles though, I’ve already figured out their system for profile pages and bookmarked a few of you (here’s my profile, did I find you?). Why is this so cool? Because it lets us share all this new music we’re discovering. But that brings me to another point. From what I can see, most of you have just entered a band name or song title and let it go. You’re not adding other songs/artists or given thumbs up or down to any songs. WHAHUH? This is what Pandora is all about, getting more new music that is what you like, and you do it by ranking music. And then there’s bookmarking songs and artists, this tells folks what you’ve found that you liked and wanted to save for later, stuff you wanted to research, hear more of, buy.
All of this with no commercials!
Unbeatable!
Pandora is the best internet radio out there for new (to you) music.
Lo siento amigos, esta cerca de una en la manana.
Necesito dormir.
Porque estoy usando Espanol?
Porque mire la pelicula “Diarios de Motocicleta”
Esta una buena pelicula, pero yo necisito estudia quien fue Che Guevera antes de determino que pienso de el.
Tienes una dia buena,
Vaya con Dios,
– tu amigo Pedro (Gabe)
wherein one disregards all issues of quality and just f-ing writes…
———-
The Easy Street Wheat is a good beer, and Jose liked it. He had already had two with his nachos, and was about to order another when his phone rang. He answered it. Was briefly involved in conversation, and then hung up. There was no way he was going to pick up a fare right now. He was on his way to getting plastered.
He waved for the bartender. She and her bleached blonde hair strode over to his seat and asked “what’s next? another one o’ those?” His reply was affirmative. She pulled one out of the tap and set it in front of him.
“isn’t it a bit early to be slamming these things back?” she inquired
“not today.” was his curt response. she shied away from him and only came back when he’d bottomed out the pint.
“more?”
“yep. i’ll tip ya good, sorry for being in a shitty mood”
“no, don’t be, no worries.” she pulled another pint. “wanna talk about it?”
“sure, she changed the locks, the bitch changed the locks”
“oh, wow, this one’s on me.”
“no, nonono, don’t pull that sympathy stuff, I deserved it just like I deserve to pay for this beer.”
“well the offer stands, I’ve been there and I know what it’s like.”
“no, ya dont”
“true, mine was more like he moved out and terminated the lease while I was on a business trip, why the hell do you think I’m bartending?”
“well I drive a Towncar so I figured not to say who does what for a living. and considering your story there, maybe I should buy you a beer and not the other way around”
“no, that was four years ago. but I knew something was up when you came in so early”
“yeah, well, i guess it’s better this happened now than when we already had kids or something.” ” so it’s over?”
“over? hell yes iit is, she changed the locks Marissa, changed ‘em. and I’m not going back for any of that shit either. count it loss”
“that’s pretty cold turkey.”
“cause she is.”
“what?”
“cold turkey, she’s a cold turkey, nevermind.”
“oh, I get it now. hey I gotta go take care of my tables and then i’m out, can I join ya?”
“only if I can buy you one.”
“only if I can buy you one back”
“fine then.”
“ok, I’ll be done in twenty, want another one?”
“trying to milk the tip i see.”
“oh shaddup, this one’s on the house, not me.”
“cheater”
“you know you don’t care.”
“but I pretend.” he said. He was already feeling better.
If he were honest, Jose would tell you that he’d been dealing with the death of his relationship for the last few months already, even though it had just now been ended in actuality. Elaine had stopped sleeping with him over eight months ago, and it wasn’t long before he realized that she was seeing someone else. But the living arrangements were comfortable and Jose really didn’t have an objection to sharing the kitchen. Which, given the size of the house, was the only thing that they did have to share. He lived minimally and wouldn’t miss the small TV, old futon, and closet full of worn clothes. He lucked out as far as work attire went. He’d had his one suit on, and the other four were all in the cleaners at once, right now. For once procrastination had helped. Now he just needed some stuff to relax in, and that would be covered by the huge tip he’d snagged from the day’s only fare. One trip to Target, a brief search on Orbitz for a hotel, and he’d be good until he got an apartment.
Marissa sat next to him for the next four hours. They both got pretty drunk. She kissed him and tried to give him her cell phone. He insisted that she only give him her cell phone number. She laughed and consented. She tried to kiss him again. He wasn’t that drunk. He called one of the other drivers to take them home. Her to her place, him to the Extended Stay Suites. He put it on the company tab. They owed him several anyway.
He got an apartment the next week. Marissa brought champagne. He ordered too much furniture from AFW and put it all on the card. Sometimes you have to do something for yourself when it all goes wrong. He still missed Elaine. Even though they’d barely seen oneanother for four months, he was used to living with her, sharing space with someone. Life wouldn’t be the same ever again. It wouldn’t be as innocent. That was a shame.
———-
phew, that was an experiment that seems to have worked.
hope it didn’t suck too much.
Has anyone been watching Jericho?
It’s a new drama on CBS, and it’s pretty interesting.
But as I watched the first couple of episodes I couldn’t help but think about the content I wrote for NaNoWriMo 2005 (yes, that miserable one day of effort).
Seriously, watch Jericho, and then go read my stuff.
Or Visa-versa.
Whaddya think?
Did I get jacked?
This is my first post using an in-browser blog editor. It’s called Performancing and from what I’ve seen so far it looks pretty cool.
It’s Monday, I’ve got a full five out in front of me, I’ll make it.
Last night I realized that, as much as I like football, I’d rather have company and conversation. And when you’re as fanatical about the game as I am, it’s nice to know that you’re still somewhat grounded in reality. The room was full of people, several who are Broncos fans, and I still managed to be distracted by conversation for a lengthy portion of the 2nd half (missed the Q’s 1-2 being at church). I think that’s a pretty deep admission there, I thought I was more into football than people. Thankfully I’m still somewhat sane.
What do you do when something from your fiction enters your reality?
Things I actually miss from Florida: Duffys, Paula, Steak N Shake.
Things I totally miss from Oregon: Monster Burger, Alder St., Lake Oswego, Fry’s Electronics…
written words of worship set me free. thankyou.
they hinder others. give them something please.
I’m addicted to the wite noise of the fan at nights, and now I’ve started listening to Pandora along with it. Weird habits…
I need to figure out how to make a book list that functions somewhat like Netflix. That way if I don’t have something in mind when I finish a particular book, I can just take the next one off the list.
It’s Monday, I’ve got a full five out in front of me, He’ll help me.
two weeks until the 2006 effort begins.
to be honest, i’ve already begun my effort.
no no no, i’m not cheating.
i’m just reading ‘No Plot? No Problem!‘
This is a monumental effort.
I’ll need your support.
Please help by commenting.
If you can stand it, read what I’ve written.
If you can’t but know someone who might, tell them.
I’m really gonna go for it this year.
I want you to be there with me.
Hearing: Joshua Radin, Winter from We Were Here
Drinking: Water, squeezy bottle.
Sleeping: Not.
Watching: Letters appear as I type.
Now Hearing: Gus Black, Autmn Days from Autmn Days
– Straight up from Pinkerton, North that is, there’s a rise on the left and the road goes right with the river. Soon the river bends right again and the road goes on alone. And not too long after that, if you’re driving slow enough, and know where to look, you’ll see a spot on the left. A spot where the weeds haven’t always been and where there’s more gravel than you’d expect in a field. If you’re keen you’ll notice that it used to be a road, and if you’re really keen you’ll stop and follow that old road. I have, and it’s well worth it. Don’t worry about how long it will take, it’s a magical sort of thing…
write more, be ready to write.
november is coming.
nanowrimo.
egad.
it’s back.
holycrapilovemusic,
– Gabe
