"Love, and do what you like" -Augustine of Hippo, tractatus VII,8

Walking to the store for some beer yesterday, we saw the aftermath of a semi-vs-pickup collision. Didn't get to see any blood, tho'.

There is a 10th planet. So much for astrology.

I almost feel like abandoning this forum. I could never make it as a writer, my energy is too low and I have no discipline.

A day off; two, in fact. I plan on cleaning and decorating my bedroom and the adjoining spare room that seems to have become my refuge. We had planned on using this spare room as a common space, but it's becoming more my computer room for the moment. My housemates spend more time in the livingroom. In job hunting news, I got a call from a call center I applied at; they said I'd be promoted right out of training. This is going to be an interesting month.

Not much to report. I've had a few interviews, watched a few films, and stayed up way too late drinking with a sweet woman.

From Advocate.com:

“The prosecution has concluded its case in the Northern California murder trial of three men accused of killing a transgender teenager. Jason Cazares, Jose Merel, and Michael Magidson, all 25, are charged with first-degree murder in the death of 17-year-old Gwen Araujo.”

I’ve been following this trial since it started and I hope all three are convicted.

Father visited yesterday. It was pleasant, without drama. I think we’re finally coming to understand each other. On the bad side of things, it’s raining cats and dogs. It’s a good thing I have pops’ old tropical weight trench.

On September 9, 1950, a laugh track was first used on broadcast television show.

Today is a bad, bad day. Yesterday was cool, tho'. Got to hang out with friends; got to watch Godard's Breathless.

Ian Curtis would have turned 49 yesterday. I got very drunk.

It's too damn hot. I got a ride to my interview, so it wasn't so bad, even if the car has no AC.

Today is Bastille Day. I should celebrate with some cheese and wine while watching À bout de souffle or Jules et Jim. Maybe le Mépris instead.

Grr. AC is out in the apartment and it's over 110 outside. Probably 90 and more humid inside. Landlord (private owner) is at work but he called some place that should be out here tonight or tomorrow morning. On the plus side, I have two interviews tomorrow! It's a hassle, I know, but I need to stay positive about this. Okay, I'm gonna take my shirt off and drink some wine now.

"Libro e moschetto - fascista perfetto"

Today is my 5th year anniversary at work.

As bombs rip apart half the globe, a sense of normalcy begins to settle in. After work, I unpack and clean; soon this house will be a home. I go downstairs where my roommates are watching some infernal noise on MTV. Contemplating preparing something resembling food, I ask if they are hungry. “I can eat something, what were you planning on cooking?” Forgetting that I bought rice and spinach, I thought of a potato and lentil soup, adding carrots, celery, onion, and garlic. B has a nice, large cutting board but my knives are sorely lacking. The kitchen is small, cramped, but I have to make due using the washer and dryer tops as extra counter space. It takes over an hour to prepare the soup so I join my companions in watching some television. The Live 8 concert is on. I ignore most of the lineup but Bjork comes on at one point, adding some cohesion to our attentions. As the soup finishes cooking, I lay out some cloth napkins and ceramic bowls on the table. B and I share some wine while C has some diet soda. We change the show to Jeopardy; I get most of the clues. As C gets up from the table, I joke: “Did you ask to be excused?” Catching the joke, B asks to be excused as she gets up a few moments later. I finish the bottle of wine and have a few shots of Jager. I wind up puking at about 8pm. I haven’t vomited in a while, but I have to go to sleep early and misjudged how much alcohol I need to knock me out. Feeling sick, I resort to putting the handle of my toothbrush down my throat to trigger my gag reflex. My expulsion is bright red from the merlot; in a panic I think my insides are dissolving. Regardless, I manage to find my way to the land of Nod. [From Genesis 4: 15 And the LORD said unto him, Therefore whosoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And the LORD set a mark upon Cain, lest any finding him should kill him. 16 And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.] In such a drunken slumber, I don’t remember my dreams; I only remember my alarm (for now on the buzzer to make sure I get up. I can’t stand the buzzer; I prefer to be gently woken by some inoffensive sythpop.) East of Eden, indeed; even Nuit turns her eyes.

Here is a blog post from a guy that was on his way to work in London just before they blew his train up. That's what I call a crappy day.

Am I the only one that's been singing the Smiths' "Panic" the last few days?

"Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?"

"I mean maybe I'll see you in the clouds"

In the better news department, I lined up an interview for a position doing about what I'm doing now but at $42k/year. I make about $28k now. Fear me!

In the good news department, I can finally fit into the cheerleading outfit I got like two years ago! I'm so going clubbing this week.

You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do. You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!

The World's Shortest Personality Test

So shortly after my coffee table broke, one of my glass top end tables also broke. I cried for some time. It felt like the nest that I've slowly tried to build myself since graduating college was falling apart around me. Perhaps I'm too attached to my things. Perhaps I'm just too attached to things that don't matter that much (like furnature.) Either way, it really made for a bad night last night.

Dude, Lemmy came out as bisexual.

First casualty of the move: my glass top coffee table broke in half. Fuck. I have no idea where to get it replaced.