Sunday, May 02, 2004
osmosis of cool
my girlfriend dines on pasta and wine in swanky park avenue penthouses with the progeny of movie stars and their significant others. it follows then, that i am way cool by association, no? not that it gets any better than dating reb, but chillin with robin williams' son? the only way i could measure up to that would be running into one of diego maradona's illegitimate love children while i'm down here (there's got to be at least a few out there).
so i've been wanting to write something of at least minimal significance for the last few weeks, but i'm drawing big, fat blanks. unless you consider my kung fu dream an example of creative writing genius, i've been relatively uninspired lately. nothing has stirred me up into the frenzied passion that allows words to pour out of me with the fiery mellifluence that people seem to enjoy reading. my usual muse tends to be the news/current events, but it's been the same crap retread over and over for the past month. i'm tired of just reading about the statistics of dead american soldiers since we finally decided to kick saddam's ass. write about some of the good things like this that i know are happening over there (yes, i know people who are in iraq at this very moment) instead of trying to make it look like the entire country is on the brink of an uprise (which is nowhere near the truth). i'm not stupid, and it's more than a little annoying that the media outlets assume i am and continue to spoon feed me their not so subtle anti-war propaganda through the news that they decide to release. stop being so [expletive] sensationalist!!!! oh, how things would change if i were to become a media mogul. there, i had a mini-rant. that wasn't so hard.
switching gears...reb & i celebrated our 1 year anniversary last monday (woot!) and i'm still riding a high of sorts, which is fine by me. i suppose i could write something about that, but i dont think i'm quite ready to unleash the full weight of my cornish ways for all the world to see just yet. as long as she knows what she means to me (which at times is a dicey proposition, considering my jekyll & hide ability to express what i'm actually thinking/feeling), the rest is just butter for y'all. perhaps someday...
other than that, it's just been the day to day working on campus, meeting with students, and learning something new about argentine culture every day. today we were going to have an asado (that's argentine for "eat lots of cow") but all the stores were closed, placing the task of buying cow on the far side of impossible. why? because today is "el dia de los trabajadores" (worker's day) which they use as an excuse to have yet another holiday. i'm not against this in principle, on the contrary, i'm all for holidays and the like. but on a saturday? are you kidding me? doesn't that defeat the purpose? i know a raw deal when i see one, and this definitely qualifies. so instead we just ordered a bunch of pizza, played cards, and generally acted a fool with some of the students. this is my job. i get paid to hang out, be a friend, share the most important thing in my life (that would be my relationship with Christ) with people, and i get to travel on top of everything. try not to destroy anything valuable as you fly into a jealous rage. it's not the computer's fault ;)
three hours ago i left the girls' place, ostensibly to go to bed. obviously, i'm not one of those people who zeroes in on a goal and doesn't stop until it's done. to say that i'm easily distracted would be one an understatement of grand proportions. that's not to say that i'm a disorganized flake; far from that. i'm just too tired to explain it right now, so ask me later if you're really that curious about how it all works. see? sleep is distracting me from finishing that thought. you've just witnessed the process in action. that, or i'm delusional at the moment. either way, i need to get some rem and non-rem sleep or i might die, according to kat. m'outtie 5k.
symphonic melodies: santa esmerelda - don't let me be misunderstood
brain eats: worldwide challenge - a publication of campus crusade for christ international
my girlfriend dines on pasta and wine in swanky park avenue penthouses with the progeny of movie stars and their significant others. it follows then, that i am way cool by association, no? not that it gets any better than dating reb, but chillin with robin williams' son? the only way i could measure up to that would be running into one of diego maradona's illegitimate love children while i'm down here (there's got to be at least a few out there).
so i've been wanting to write something of at least minimal significance for the last few weeks, but i'm drawing big, fat blanks. unless you consider my kung fu dream an example of creative writing genius, i've been relatively uninspired lately. nothing has stirred me up into the frenzied passion that allows words to pour out of me with the fiery mellifluence that people seem to enjoy reading. my usual muse tends to be the news/current events, but it's been the same crap retread over and over for the past month. i'm tired of just reading about the statistics of dead american soldiers since we finally decided to kick saddam's ass. write about some of the good things like this that i know are happening over there (yes, i know people who are in iraq at this very moment) instead of trying to make it look like the entire country is on the brink of an uprise (which is nowhere near the truth). i'm not stupid, and it's more than a little annoying that the media outlets assume i am and continue to spoon feed me their not so subtle anti-war propaganda through the news that they decide to release. stop being so [expletive] sensationalist!!!! oh, how things would change if i were to become a media mogul. there, i had a mini-rant. that wasn't so hard.
switching gears...reb & i celebrated our 1 year anniversary last monday (woot!) and i'm still riding a high of sorts, which is fine by me. i suppose i could write something about that, but i dont think i'm quite ready to unleash the full weight of my cornish ways for all the world to see just yet. as long as she knows what she means to me (which at times is a dicey proposition, considering my jekyll & hide ability to express what i'm actually thinking/feeling), the rest is just butter for y'all. perhaps someday...
other than that, it's just been the day to day working on campus, meeting with students, and learning something new about argentine culture every day. today we were going to have an asado (that's argentine for "eat lots of cow") but all the stores were closed, placing the task of buying cow on the far side of impossible. why? because today is "el dia de los trabajadores" (worker's day) which they use as an excuse to have yet another holiday. i'm not against this in principle, on the contrary, i'm all for holidays and the like. but on a saturday? are you kidding me? doesn't that defeat the purpose? i know a raw deal when i see one, and this definitely qualifies. so instead we just ordered a bunch of pizza, played cards, and generally acted a fool with some of the students. this is my job. i get paid to hang out, be a friend, share the most important thing in my life (that would be my relationship with Christ) with people, and i get to travel on top of everything. try not to destroy anything valuable as you fly into a jealous rage. it's not the computer's fault ;)
three hours ago i left the girls' place, ostensibly to go to bed. obviously, i'm not one of those people who zeroes in on a goal and doesn't stop until it's done. to say that i'm easily distracted would be one an understatement of grand proportions. that's not to say that i'm a disorganized flake; far from that. i'm just too tired to explain it right now, so ask me later if you're really that curious about how it all works. see? sleep is distracting me from finishing that thought. you've just witnessed the process in action. that, or i'm delusional at the moment. either way, i need to get some rem and non-rem sleep or i might die, according to kat. m'outtie 5k.
symphonic melodies: santa esmerelda - don't let me be misunderstood
brain eats: worldwide challenge - a publication of campus crusade for christ international
