| I hate playing chess |
[Nov. 24th, 2009|12:47 am] |
After lunch, the captain always asks me if I want to go to the MWR to play chess. I am good, giving and game most of the time but sometimes I am exhausted so I don’t want make the effort. I rather go back to the office. That’s how much I don’t want to play.
Yesterday, I told the captain I didn’t want to play. He started begging me to. I felt bad for a moment because I thought he felt I was rejecting him. He doesn’t have anybody else to hangout with and I didn’t want to hurt his feeling. After a bit, he started insulting me. I was worried he might be a dick for the rest of the day if I didn’t go for it.
I told him I could sit through one game but I wouldn't be engaged. I told him I wouldn’t be putting any thought into it. That I would just be moving peaces. He said, “That’s fine.” He looked pleased with himself.
I didn’t understand what the point was; why would somebody want to play a game when the other person is only going through the motions? I felt cheap. Why was I so worried about his feeling? He didn’t care that I wasn’t into it.
When I put myself in checkmate, he had the biggest smile. Like he achieved some major conquest. I think he may have pumped his fist in the air. I wasn't paying attention anymore. I felt like I had no control over my life. I could have cried. |
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| Vigilantes |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|09:37 pm] |
Yesterday Lifto told me his fiancé broke up with him again and he thinks it’s for real. He said she has unrealistic expectations. She thinks all her emotional needs should be met by him. He said what she needs is a network of friends and family because it’s too much for one person. It’s exhausting for him to listen to all hear inner thoughts. Then he said she will realize how good he was for her when he’s no longer around.
For the past few months, Lifto talked about seeing the Nutcracker ballet with his fiancé when goes on leave. I asked him if he will still see the ballet with her. Lifto said, “Yes and I’ll probably still fuck her too.”
Today is my day off. I spent it like most Sundays by avoiding Lifto. I made sure I was at the gym when I thought he would stop by before lunch. I turned my headsets up extra loud around dinnertime so I wouldn’t hear him knocking.
When I had a roommate, I use to think about hiding under my bed because my roommate would answer the door and I would be stuck spending the day with Lifto. It’s not that I mind spending sometime with him but he ends up taking up all my time. It’s just exhausting having to hear all his inner thoughts. I wish he had friends and family back home he could talk to. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2009|01:13 am] |
If you’re like me, you’re worried about your job being taken away by less educated and lazy people. That’s right, I am talking about babies!
The United States government isn’t doing enough to prevent these leaches from coming into are country then 16 to 24 years later taking our jobs. How do they get here? They just appear. Next thing you know, you’re seeing them with our wives, doing unspeakable acts. Shameful.
If you’re going to be in our country, you better know English, babies. None of this nonsense I hear you speak.
As men, I think it’s our reasonability to sill up the boarders these bastards are coming through. |
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| Waiting for the train |
[Dec. 1st, 2008|04:36 pm] |
I am sitting in Amer’s, which is a Mediterranean deli/ coffee shop in Ann Arbor, waiting for my train. It leaves at 7. I took the bus from Ypsilanti to Ann Arbor at 1:30 to hang out with Andrea when she got off of work at the Library but plans changed.
When I got off the bus, the first thing I did was head to the train station to get my ticket. It ended up being 45 clams. That’s $15 more than the ticket price last night. When I got to Amer’s, I went online to check if I read the correct price. Since I left the train station the ticket had gone up to $75. Damn!
While I was waiting, I read an interesting article that David Byrne wrote for Wire. I would like to share it. It’s about the current evolutionary state of music and the business of music. It’s mirrors things I heard Calvin Johnston and Ian MacKaye touch on, on Soft Focus.
http://www.wired.com/entertainment/music/magazine/16-01/ff_byrne
I should be heading out.
Later amigos. |
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| Where do pencils come from? |
[Nov. 19th, 2008|11:44 am] |
Yesterday, when a 12-year-old asked if pencils grow on trees, without a hesitation I confirmed they did. I had overheard Patrick tell the student a story about pencil trees located in remote regions of the world, as we waited for parents to pick up their children from tutoring. Next, the student asked Lynda and Amy. Both tutors answered like it was dumb questions to ask. “What? Of course they do. What else would they grow on?”
Why didn’t anyone question agreeing with Patrick's story? Part of it was trying to be creative and coming up with an imaginative story but mostly it was about power. There is a certain satisfaction that comes along with knowing you’re thought of as an authority. By being creative or “lying” I am testing that authority. It feels pretty good that even when we tell these absurd stories that we’re only questioned and not completely dismissed. I bet that’s what it feels like to be a politician. |
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[Oct. 29th, 2008|12:30 am] |
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My brother's wife had a baby this morning. My sister also had a baby this morning. I would have posted something about it earlier but for some reason I couldn't figure out the syntax. I would have wrote "my brother and sister had two babies this morning." That would have sounded really bad. |
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| Calling my mom |
[Sep. 23rd, 2008|01:47 pm] |
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When I was growing up, my mom was always on the phone. I couldn’t understand why. It didn’t seem like she was saying much. She talked about the social dynamics of altar society, which is something to do with people that set up church functions. I thought it was kind of silly. Now, I find myself doing that. Of course I’m not talking about church functions. Of course. Since the public transit is free for me*, I’ll go down town for no particular reason expecting to randomly find something to do. After I get off the train I quickly realize I have no plan. Being by myself I’ll want to give someone a call. Usually what happens is I see a woman that reminds me of my mom so I’ll want to call her. Yesterday I was going to go to the art museum until I remembered that art is totally retarded. Instead I gave my mom a call. I talked to her about being related to John L. Sullivan because one of our cousins in England has been researching our family tree. John L. Sullivan was last heavy weight boxing champion before boxers started wearing gloves. Boxing, unlike art, is totally sweet and fucking awesome. *A benefit of protecting our democracy by being a photographer |
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| Week One |
[Sep. 21st, 2008|09:34 am] |
Yesterday was the end of my first week in Chicago. Is it too early to do an assessment? Since moving here, I’ve visited half the people I know. I am hoping I find a best friend soon. I know what you’re thinking, “Hey, I thought I was your best friend.” You are, don’t worry about being replaced.
I don’t know a lot about martial arts but I am going to make this analogy – Being a best friend is like having a black belt. Anybody can have a black belt but few people do. It takes time and effort. Of course, they’re some obvious differences. You don’t need the ability fight people or break wooden boards but I am sure it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend that could do that. |
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[Sep. 17th, 2008|11:14 pm] |
I want to say that I'm very excited for no real reason.
I saw this when I was on my way to the Shedd Aquarium. I thought it was amusing.
I spent less than hour at the Shedd Aquarium. Most of that time I was staring at the Alligator Snapping Turtle. It took my breath away. A farther told his two boys, "I wouldn't want to meet that guy on the streets. I think he was implying that he would have to street fight the turtle which doesn't make any sense. I would just leave the turtle alone. |
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[Sep. 13th, 2008|06:27 pm] |
It's my second day living in Chicago. I want to do some more exploring but it's raining and I don't have an umbrella.
I went over to Matt's place yesterday. He made pasta.
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