tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39147162011-04-21T18:31:09.336-04:00a.whisper.in.wateri'm.okay : how're.you? : thanks.for.asking : thanks.for.askingAzizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.comBlogger2121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1138881034284738372006-02-02T06:25:00.000-05:002006-02-02T06:50:34.296-05:00[ simplify, simplify... ]...anyone else remember that Calvin & Hobbes strip?To Brass Tacks: I've decided to (at least for now) temporarily cease updating this blog, given that I don't think anyone but Ram and Flora read it, and even then, with disappointment. It's been fun, naturally, and the silly thing taught me how to use low-level HTML, but given that I've designs on some manner of real musicAzizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1136093271861452102006-01-01T00:27:00.000-05:002006-01-01T00:29:22.340-05:00[ before the exuberance leaves me: ]HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY DEARESTS!All my love.Here's to it being better than the last. Hold fast to your optimism, and demand a better future, as it were ;)...I'm already tipsy, and I didn't start drinking 'till the stroke of midnight fell. Nice.Music: The Breeders - New Year. C'mon people, it's all I've got.Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1132574445026142322005-11-21T06:59:00.000-05:002005-11-21T07:00:45.036-05:00[ newsflash: i'm unhappy and artless! ]For someone who’s lived in it for about two years now, it’s a disgrace that I’m so, so very unused to (and affected by) this feeling of unworthiness that accompanies the acknowledgement that I Am Fucking Up And Hurting Those Who Love me. I ought to be more accustomed to the emotional texture of living ineffectively; while the classes may have come and gone, Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1131523766484640592005-11-09T03:08:00.000-05:002005-11-09T03:11:44.636-05:00[ sorry darling. man-talk ]Forgiving my months-long silence, and attempting to eschew any further qualification, which will only weaken the thrust of the w00t-post, that being:KEITH WON VIRGINIA!!Congratulations, dude :) May the news find you in good health and joyous spirits.Music: The Beatles - Wild Honey Pie. In my naïveté, I find brilliance even here.Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1125915124216852572005-09-05T06:12:00.000-04:002005-09-05T06:13:31.136-04:00[ before some asshole beats me to it... ][ before some asshole beats me to it... ]...or, alternately, before I find the clever punk who's faster on the information/idea-dissemination trigger than I:Ribbon Awareness Ribbons.I haven't found them yet, but to be honest, I haven't looked nearly as hard as I should before I can lay any legitimate claim to the idea.Music: More fucking Low. I'd call them my next Slowdive-level-obsession, save Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1123558435951536862005-08-08T23:33:00.000-04:002005-08-08T23:33:55.956-04:00[ aw skype skype ]The obvious function-post being that I'm using it, with username phylhrmnix. Hope to hear from you soon!Alternatively: consider a phone call, as it's very much like Skype, only portable....not a very good name for a program, is it. "Skype."Music: Doves - Caught By The River. I didn't actually know this song was ON the album until Juile told me it existed. One trip to Repo Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1120773977607925912005-07-07T17:57:00.000-04:002005-07-07T18:06:42.053-04:00[ accusations of drama aside... ]So, this could be a false alarm in terms of the timescale, but the need remains, whether it's as urgent as I think it is or not......I'm kinda in need of a place to live/crash until I can take more matters into my own hands, find a job, and move into a place of my own. Naturally, I don't want to rush these steps, but I am hugely reluctant to be a burden. I'm Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1119654836526000812005-06-24T19:10:00.000-04:002005-06-24T19:13:56.530-04:00[ coming at you live from casually-unsafe Greenbelt, MD! ]Quick note of apology for the Blogging/LiveJournal/AIM inactivity: the interwebs have deserted my life for the moment, as Comcast has essentially shat bricks down the high-speed pipeline in lieu of sending delicious intarwebbery. Before that, I'd been floating around the Haverford area for more than a week with broken/stupid laptops, thus Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1117992324718542202005-06-05T13:13:00.000-04:002005-06-05T13:29:43.296-04:00[ not as though everyone and their cousin doesn't already... ]...but if anyone cares for a Gmail account (ANYONE. Friends, parents, pets...the most insignificant of social connections you may maintain), just ask. I've got 50, and when I give 'em away, they (eventually) give me more. It stands to reason, then, that I am in possession of an (eventually) infinite number of Gmail accounts, and can Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1117189356641107032005-05-27T06:21:00.000-04:002005-05-27T06:22:36.650-04:00[ ...as long as we remember / there's something to reget... ]One of the few useful critical concepts the English discipline handed me buried amidst the noisome, wanky, pedantic tripe that drove me away from potentially-rewarding-but-probably-fruitless grapples with impenetrable Ulysses (et cetera, et cetera) was that of overdetermination; i.e., an event with indeterminately many causes, whose Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1116144877645752582005-05-15T03:35:00.000-04:002005-05-15T23:07:23.093-04:00[ an unhealthy dose of perspective: ]Tonight is the last night I will ever spend in my own dorm room (barring post-Bach studies, and even then, big fat maybe, and I'd be at UMD, which reeks of unsentimentality). These walls, these walls echoed in the rooms of my friends, will never be mine own again. Every hour precious, a silent cellphone an insult to the gravity of the evening.Tonight was my Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1114834730143012792005-04-29T23:57:00.000-04:002005-04-30T00:25:14.473-04:00[ clearly, i didn't get the memo... ]...about what was supposed to go where, in terms of theme-delineated avenues of public expression. I'm sorry, but I'd like you to read this, if you could. It's definitely personally-relevant beyond the scope of a few photos. Sorry to send you all on an impromptu scavenger hunt about my excessive exhibitionist-diaries. Someday never, I'll Learn HTML, shed the Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1114605442619107772005-04-27T08:21:00.000-04:002005-04-27T08:37:22.620-04:00[ when Thesis is nigh, what do i do? ]The answer: start a picblog, I guess. It's linked above, and also here. It's more of a casual experiment/toy to accompany recent acquisition of Hello, rather than a new avenue for meaningful self-expression. LiveJournalers are kinda fucked on this one: the whole idea was to devote a space to being word-light, and as fun as the idea of having a bunch of Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1114434499942789352005-04-25T09:04:00.000-04:002005-04-25T09:08:19.943-04:00[ ...before / all hell / breaks loose... ]...since I'm near-certain to have quoted every other line of the above-quoted song before herein (or, for the LiveJournal, therein, in reference to the blog, which was, and remains the original source of limited-output-Aziz-anytime, but man, does this sentence fragment suck)...I request a favor, from myself when I'm bound to happen across these words Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1111524888002998522005-03-22T15:54:00.000-05:002005-03-23T21:43:34.653-05:00[ …I’m coming to find you / if it takes me all night… ]Um, I guess some sort of drama-laden-warning goes here. I’m not too inclined to eighty-six the emotions that mandate this post. I’m sorry, for this among an infinity of other things.In spite of how absurdly tumultuous my relationship with Jenn has been, I’d never imagined myself ever typing these words, these statements of cold fact: a nasty Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1107767825757982772005-02-07T04:14:00.000-05:002005-02-07T04:20:24.833-05:00[ that's the spirit, Frank! but a real number might send a more meaningful message! ]
Making the rounds presently is a cute bit of script that applies the Flesch-Kincaid grade evaluation algorithm to all your histrionic scribblings, notable for its speed, its tendency to brand you an eight-grader, and primarily its author: the ever-codenasty Andrew Cantino.
Absurdly Cool Grade Analyzer thinks Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1106562361621601532005-01-24T05:23:00.000-05:002005-01-24T05:26:51.866-05:00[ you'll probably hear it again, too ]
I'm sorry.
There's miles and miles of things to say, and weeks of personally relevant details to archive/share/remark upon, but it seems like the most important thing to do is apologize.
I love you.
Music: Godspeed You Black Emperor! - Static: Terrible Canyons Of Static / Atomic Clock / Chart #3 / World Police And Friendly Fire / ...The Buildings They Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1103626413569241442004-12-21T05:53:00.000-05:002004-12-21T05:54:29.816-05:00[ ...and not a moment too soon ]
I have fulfilled two life goals in the past couple of days. Modest though they may be, they definitely bear mentioning:
1. On Saturday night (Sunday morning, really), Jenn and I saw The [reunited] Pixies in concert. This easily ranks among the best shows I've been to. A full rundown will await an lengthier window of time, but "disappointed" would come in towardsAzizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1103548076607625562004-12-20T07:44:00.000-05:002004-12-20T08:11:20.886-05:00[ before i forget: ]
David Bowie's Let's Dance was released in 1983. The first track, "Modern Love," was probably filling dancefloors for a solid six months before the 80s kitsch-classic "Footloose" was released in 1984. While I don't know precisely when Kenny Loggins' title track to the movie's soundtrack was written, odds are good it was after Bowie's "Modern Love."And that, dear readers, is Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1103117820231713092004-12-15T08:36:00.000-05:002004-12-15T08:37:00.233-05:00[ how many nails will this coffin take? ]
48 minutes into a snarled argument, 20 years and 11.5 months down the line...
Me: No. Just answer the question. My success is more important to you than my well-being?
My mother: Yes.
Me: Wrong answer.
At this point I hang up without awaiting a response. If it's a sincere response, talking to her is utterly moot. If it isn't, she's in no position to Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1102075595148368232004-12-03T07:01:00.000-05:002004-12-03T07:06:35.150-05:00[ of all the things to do... ]
Shaved off the soul patch. I suspect I looked better with it. Miles to say about this, and everything, but all I can offer is a heavy sigh and another 7 a.m. bedtime. You'd figure something would change, given how sick I am of how things are, but I guess it'll take something even more jarring. Something big and ugly.
Music: Slowdive - Allison
Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1101520539536688742004-11-26T20:53:00.000-05:002004-11-26T20:55:39.540-05:00[ i haven't the foggiest idea why i wrote this... ]
...save that it felt necessary, especially after reading glowing reviewer comments that had no place being made. This is, essentually, a dashed-off review of Radiohead's Com Lag EP, released only in Japan (hence, absurd prices elsewhere, such as Amazon). On to the amateurism.
****
Perhaps it's not fair to Radiohead that their releases undergoAzizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1099909515872134432004-11-08T05:24:00.000-05:002004-11-08T05:25:22.666-05:00[ resume communication ]
As a quick request, I'd like to ask you all to, at some convenient juncture in the next while, call my (new) cellphone such that I may reconstruct my phonebook (the old phone's contact list was rendered inaccessible due to its inability to activate). As far as the new phone, it's a modest choice, as inexpensive and simple as the Verizon Store in Ardmore would let me walkAzizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1099387333698400942004-11-02T04:20:00.000-05:002004-11-02T04:22:55.383-05:00[ in continuation with the 4-year theme ]
I've never been terrifically excited about the prospect of electing John Kerry, to be honest. I fear a great many of the incensed, the outraged, and the newly politically-roused voters seem whipped into a counter-shmatriotic frenzy with the belief (nay, the Commandment) that John Kerry will save us from a Terrible, Dark Future that seems all but Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1098958577672481792004-10-28T04:29:00.000-04:002004-10-28T06:19:18.363-04:00 [ one thousand, four hundred and sixty-one days, to be irritatingly precise ]
It was a Saturday, and she'd actually visited Haverford earlier on her college trip. She was stopping for the night in a Days Inn in an out-of-the-way stop on the highway masquerading as a town called Middletown, PA. (I suppose it's close to Harrisburg.) Phil Gautier actually drove me there, actually drove me the 2Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1095761674324680932004-09-21T06:13:00.000-04:002004-09-21T06:16:06.586-04:00[ an exceedingly brief summary of the past three weeks ]I have a somewhat-dramatic favor to ask: somebody either help me get my shit straight and get me working decently during the day and sleeping before fucking 6 a.m., or just put a bullet between my eyes and spare me a lifetime of squandered potential, false hope, and fundamentally-rooted discontent.I apologize for the post, as true as it Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1095667249478859022004-09-20T02:19:00.000-04:002004-09-20T04:00:49.480-04:00[ a day that can only be described as "frabjuous" ]
Or, at the very least, it ought to be. It just so happens that two of the finest individuals I know by any standards happen to share not merely a birthday, but a birthtime. That is to say, at nearly the same moment in two separate hospitals on this very day, two individuals that have brought me a disproportionate amount of joy screamed their Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1095581836885648342004-09-19T04:13:00.000-04:002004-09-19T04:20:41.903-04:00[ a bold new step in becoming yet more irritating about music ]I'm afraid I'm in New York City, and thusly away from my concert-napkins, but to actually relay the song-by-song detail would be ponderous for all parties involved. The overall experience of hearing M83 play their instruments live was most enjoyable, though rather tainted by their tardiness; in one of the night's more absurd moments, Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1094763889401102852004-09-09T17:03:00.000-04:002004-09-09T17:04:49.400-04:00[ farewell, you simple, gorgeous thing... ]
The humorously-bad picture of a cat that appears now and again as my LiveJournal icon is of a grey delight named Lily. She's Jenn's cat, and has been long before ever since I came to know Jenn. She's probably as close to a cat that knew me as one of the family as I've ever had: she sleeps on my legs when I'm over and doesn't mind keeping me company Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1093418343641858952004-08-25T03:17:00.000-04:002004-08-25T03:19:03.643-04:00[ we report: you decide. ]
I haven’t written a suitably encompassing update in nearly a month. In said month, I’ve spent almost two weeks on vacation, listened to months’ worth of new music worth mentioning and discussing, and seen numerous up-and-coming bands in concert at Curiosa. I’ve gone to my first club, had another soul-crushing, futile argument with my parents, and resolved to eat Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1092695966772892722004-08-16T18:38:00.000-04:002004-08-16T18:40:59.990-04:00[ the fun never ends. or starts, it would seem ]
So, two days before getting home from Sandy Island, I find out that the fam is taking a trip to Miami (myself included) the day after I get back. This is not my idea of a good time, but oh well. The 18 hours I got to spend at home were somewhat relaxing. I got a haircut, at least. I'm afraid my update on Curiosa and Sandy (and stuff) need wait Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1092696294964092242004-08-08T02:06:00.000-04:002004-08-16T18:44:54.963-04:00[ plus tard, canards! ]So, I'm fresh from Curiosa and off to bed, as Jenn and I need to awaken most early to catch a noontime boat to Sandy Island, where I'll be spending the next week. I'll be away from the interweb, but I suspect my cellphone might actually get reception out there, so if it's on your mind, it's worth a shot. Expect a full rundown regarding aforementioned concert upon my return,Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1089361085487013592004-07-09T04:17:00.000-04:002004-07-09T04:19:30.923-04:00[ thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox ]
So, I’ve recently come into an Infected Mushroom album (The Gathering, for what it’s worth) whose opening track, “Release Me,” opens with an extended sample from the old Sci-Fi drama Independence Day. The sample recounts the scene wherein the alien autopsy (hee hee!) goes terribly awry when the captured alien turns out to (surprise) Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1089132051126477272004-07-06T12:16:00.000-04:002004-07-07T01:57:23.386-04:00[ going slightly, i’d say ]
Blogger's Oath:
I, Aziz Khan, do solemnly swear to recount my trips to Boston, New York City (KNE-EEW YAW'RK CITAY??) home, and that sweet amusement park in Allentown at a later date not to exceed a few days from Whenever. That having been said:
In a conversation with Keith yesterday, I spoke of how I had taken part in a few more drinking-fueled activities this Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1089043730737138502004-07-05T12:08:00.000-04:002004-07-05T12:10:56.240-04:00[ just wanted to share the good news ]
This is by no means a real update, though I'll be home in the D.C. area for the July 4th weekend. However, that's not the good news.
I've got a ticket to Curiosa. With Jenn.
I've got a ticket to Curiosa.
Do you SEE THOSE BANDS?
I'm just thrilled She's taking me to another amazing concert: last year, she took me to the same venue to see Radiohead, which Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1086711553640969692004-06-08T12:18:00.000-04:002004-06-08T16:52:16.113-04:00[in continuation with the management's policy of having smartassed opinions about everything]
I preface this post with a sort-of warning that it contains what might be construed as spoilers for Harry Potter & The Prisoner Of Azkaban, as unlikely as it may be that anyone who actually cares still hasn't read the book, or the Cliff Notes, or whatever. If readers deserve a warning about anything, Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1086191168718277502004-06-02T11:45:00.000-04:002004-06-02T11:46:08.720-04:00[ birthday! happy! ]
My policies on birthdays and the notion of Birthday Magic being detailed somewhere amidst prior bloggings (probably around mine own), I hope I can trust you folks across the interweb to do the right thing and spam these stellar folks with love:
To my ever-a-pleasure roomie-for-life (known to many as my better half, to the amusement of my Kitten):
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEITH!
To Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1086073393660841712004-06-01T03:03:00.000-04:002004-06-01T03:07:12.843-04:00[ she’s a sad tomato / she’s three miles of bad road ]
It’s amazing how insensitive I can be when, internally, I know I’m doing the right thing. Case in point: Sunday night, Jenn’s mention of the old trend of folks gaining weight when they find a significant other inspired a thoughtless reply that, while I sincerely apologized for it, I know I could have displayed more patience in her recovery Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1085728157047669892004-05-28T03:08:00.000-04:002004-05-28T03:09:17.046-04:00[do you think of me / like i dream of you? ]
I naïvely thought, a while ago, that the impossible task of seeing off loved ones would grow easier, mostly since the formerly-unbearably wrenching task of seeing Jenn off at train stations grew easier over our relationship. However, the most probable cause of that is increased awareness of the reality that she and I would see each other again within Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1084104363346768972004-05-09T08:06:00.000-04:002004-05-09T08:25:28.890-04:00An absolute dinosaur of a post, more than a month old, and as of yet, clearly incomplete. However, its woeful redundancy prompts me to simply post it, such that I needn't worry about its sitting around. It treats the events of the end of March, actually; the concert detailed herein took place on Monday night, March 29th.
In a brief, preview-sentence: life has been miles outside Okay, and is Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1083642999854718922004-05-03T23:56:00.000-04:002004-05-04T00:00:36.640-04:00[a thorough failure to present actual content as to the details of my life, take three ]
Here I re-invoke the old duality of non-blogging: either life is too hectic to catalogue, or too mindless and unworthy of archiving. It's been the former for perhaps 2 months now. So, as a casual placeholder, I elect to participate in the 20-random-song lyric guessing game, as brought to my attention by Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1081164810851445672004-04-05T07:33:00.000-04:002004-04-05T07:41:31.390-04:00[ another pointless livejournal survey ]
...because I'm too goddamn tired to describe my struggle with Life On Medication for the past two weeks to my satisfaction. Enjoy. Lord knows I did my best to.
1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says.
“…effect, but no study has conclusively linked delta-9-THC to immune…”
Reefer Madness, the Eric Schlosser’Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1079169729683358342004-03-13T04:22:00.000-05:002004-03-13T04:25:17.513-05:00[though it's a terrifically LiveJournal thing to do...]
A - Age: Twenty, two months, and ten days.
B - Band you're listening to right now: Broken Social Scene is in my CD player, but Interpol's in my head.
C - Career in future: In order of descending probability: physics-wanderer-of-academia (e.g. Scott Shelley), physics high school teacher, lawyer, rock star.
D - Dessert of choice: Tiramisu.Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1078896041683901512004-03-10T00:20:00.000-05:002004-03-10T00:28:07.110-05:00[ home / home again / i like to be here when i can…]
The Usual:
Given how occasionally Herculean a task justifying my being worth sending to Haverford (as opposed to UMD or an equivalent cheaper school, quality aside), one would think that I certainly ought to have a great time there, and that coming home should be as avoided as 4 Privet Drive. Oddly enough, this semester has found me anywhere Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1077446397930663122004-02-22T05:39:00.000-05:002004-02-22T07:00:20.716-05:00[i won’t let go i won’t let go…]
My, but it scares me how quickly I’ve fallen back into old habits, redoubled in their destructive efforts after a semester’s absence. As it stands, I’ve had 3 problem sets to do for Quantum and E&M each, and have only turned in 1 in each class. At the very least, I suppose I can be thankful that typical mid-semester slumping hit at the start, back when I was Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1076398990971385362004-02-10T02:43:00.000-05:002004-02-10T02:46:57.296-05:00[ an exercise in futility and irritation... ]
Unreal. Simply fucking unreal.
Oh, and I don't know why you did it, but you rock my world.Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1074248867849456922004-01-16T05:27:00.000-05:002004-01-16T05:31:13.700-05:00[ once, twice, three times a lady... ]
Three posts in rapid succession, while seemingly lame, is absolutely, incredibly, mind-rendingly important.Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1074248022771959602004-01-16T05:13:00.000-05:002004-01-16T05:17:18.310-05:00[ oh, yeah, right ]
KEITH ROCKS! =)Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1074247894107648012004-01-16T05:11:00.000-05:002004-01-16T05:13:26.716-05:00[ riding nowhere / spending someone’s hard-earned pay ]
Welcome to normalcy, I suppose. I’m not really used to it; I only have my imagination and others’ remarks as a guide as to what non-head-over-heels love is like. I suspect I’ve secretly been looking for it for a longish time, but it’s only really preferable to The Good Stuff when the head-over-heels presents a tumultuous, inconvenient Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1073207448199121862004-01-04T04:10:00.000-05:002004-01-04T04:12:49.903-05:00[ another year over / and a new one just begun ]
Goodness. It would appear (and it takes a while to sink in, for the self-identity to catch up to the digit rollover) that as of this morning, I’m twenty. Years. Old. Aren’t I far, far too young to actually feel old and unprepared for Things To Come? Being a junior in college was weird enough. Now I’ve got three semesters left, and the new Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1072680850766673172003-12-29T01:54:00.000-05:002004-01-16T05:14:04.983-05:00[ i need a map, i need a map... ]
I’d start with something else, but the Kid606 in my ears is making it impossible to mention anything else at the moment. I obtained him, along with a great quantity of other music, from al3x, who displayed an exceptional degree of friendliness and generosity. I also need to see Conor and Allison and Amy and Kate if possible; I haven’t seen Kate for ages in any Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1072432769340574342003-12-26T04:59:00.000-05:002003-12-26T05:04:36.060-05:00[ if all your friends answered some stupid survey... ]
Shamelessly stolen from Keith, as doubtless he expects ;). It’s a hard little questionnaire, really. Each one of these questions is honestly a mini-essay, if justice is to be done to them. Oh well. Let the reductive injustice begin:
1. What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?: Gosh, what a monumental question. Um…just writing Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1072386957320401782003-12-25T16:15:00.000-05:002003-12-25T16:20:17.543-05:00[ i wonder when it’ll sink in, really ]
I’m done, as it were. Legitimately finished with all academic work by the deadline for the first time since second semester, freshman year, I think. There was a definite sacrifice of quality for speed at many points during the semester, and I can only hope that when it returns to take a fair chomp at my ass (as it doubtless will), it will be merciful, and Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1070854909148954542003-12-07T22:41:00.000-05:002003-12-07T22:47:10.153-05:00[ breakthrough? ]
We join this conversation on the sticky issue of convincing my parents to allow a prescription for a concentration-aiding pharmaceutical already in progress...
radioheadgrrrrrl (10:33:23 PM): mmmm... i dunno
TrampolineClub (10:33:29 PM): I mean, it manifests itself the same way in terms of work.
TrampolineClub (10:33:45 PM): Whether or not I just procrastinate and don't give a Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1070618880828939482003-12-05T05:08:00.000-05:002003-12-05T05:08:58.186-05:00[ are you giving in, 2000 man? ]
Nothing is fucked. Everything is fine. Everything is going well, and I haven't had any problems, save convincing you that I haven't had any problems. I know if you give it a moment's thought you can understand why I'd be upset about Kevin, knowing what he's come to symbolize. James doesn't symbolize it anymore, and Nexus is Safe. And I trust you. I can hold on toAzizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1070357236158658612003-12-02T04:27:00.000-05:002003-12-02T04:28:09.390-05:00[ breaking up is hard to do... ]
...which is more or less why I've Resolved not do to it anymore, not that any such notion ever gained perch among my already-poor decision-making processes for more than 24 hours at a time. Rather, the Resolution entails being Understanding and not playing with Fire; the benefits in terms of a simple sense of ease have been well-worth the rather paltry cost of Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1069792468195358182003-11-25T15:34:00.000-05:002003-11-25T15:40:59.483-05:00[ if a meme falls in the forest, does anyone care? ]
Name Four Bad Habits You Have:
1. Breaking inanimate objects in fits of irritation
2. Poor-ass sleeping habits
3. Weakness of personality, moodiness
4. Smoking
Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:
1. Perfection
2. Any of a host of acceptable superpowers
3. A band
4. Either more cigarettes and Aderol, or the absence of a need for them
NameAzizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1069065075470874452003-11-17T05:31:00.000-05:002003-11-17T05:33:47.093-05:00[ something old, something true ]
Two reasons not to post:
1. Life is boring, and your daily routine isn't worth the 5 minutes it takes to detail it, because why bother? You're going to be doing it your whole life; it's not as though it needs to be written down, because it's never going to stop.
2. Life is too hectic to attempt to capture it all while immersed in it, and can only be cataloguedAzizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1068661527241889802003-11-12T13:25:00.000-05:002003-11-12T13:25:53.560-05:00pr0pz!Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1068377687898698052003-11-09T06:34:00.000-05:002003-11-09T15:35:16.420-05:00 [not a bad sunrise, indeed]
...and in a moment like this, where loneliness suffuses the slanted shadows of my sunrise-filled room, and I count on two hands the hours until you wake, I really don't care if it's not allowed for me to say this.
I love you, though mere friends we remain at present. Sleep tight, Angel.
...and I came here / to talk / I hope you understand.Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1068149052141108012003-11-06T14:29:00.000-05:002003-11-09T06:16:50.936-05:00So, what follows is the skeleton of an old post, posted on a guilty day about a stellar event. But within 24 hours even this event was overshadowed. Such is the power of love, one way, or the other, and it tore me in two...
not that I deserved any better. Details after the backpost.
[ yeah. ]
My throat is sore as deuce, and I can’t fucking hear out of my right ear. This would trouble me a lot Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1067845843280500072003-11-03T02:50:00.000-05:002003-11-03T02:50:57.733-05:00[God, in a Heartbeat, Love, in a Heartbeat...]
This weekend was wonderful through everything - through the small fight Thursday night, through my intoxication without any conflict (thank you for proving me wrong), through the series of bad moods Sunday - it was beautiful, and your wonderfulness shone through it all, and my explicit, unhidden love was able to come out of the small little box I'd Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1067415028784949782003-10-29T03:10:00.000-05:002003-10-29T03:10:36.466-05:00[ t h r e e ]
Wow. A date even more important than our birthdays to me. Amazing, really. Reduces me, centers me, consumes me, restores me, sensitizes me, simplifies me...Love is Complicated.
Happiest of Happy Anniversaries Love...hopefully all the fighting will taper off...I can see everything, the vast cause/effect network that inspires all of our wicked ways, as hard as we try. For the time Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1067270584745833202003-10-27T11:03:00.000-05:002003-10-31T03:59:24.200-05:00[ blogger lite ]
Great God. Just one day.
Trip to NYC.
Details of relationship.
Academics.
Parents.
Music.Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1066856756986355752003-10-22T17:05:00.000-04:002003-10-22T19:54:23.526-04:00[ ...just a shooting star... ]
This cannot be.
Music: Either/Or, XO, Figure 8Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1066636732567581762003-10-20T03:58:00.000-04:002003-10-22T19:50:57.216-04:00[ posed...to DEATH! ]
A few extremely minor changes to the blog's template, done for no greater purpose than my own sense of control over html, a false one if there was one. Like, subtle colour changes. I was going to go with a red or something, but yikes, did it look like a sweater from The Gap. I guess there's a good reason I chose the template I did. One of these days I'm going to be a total Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1066382652143537112003-10-17T05:24:00.000-04:002003-10-17T05:27:19.950-04:00[ ...for thine is the kindom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever ]
I lived. I made it home. I hadn't been so happy to see my house since...some fantastically lousy vacation, I guess. The point is that I'm an idiot, and am clearly protected by some divine force. I've tentatively named this patron saint of retards Saint Algernon, who patrols the heavens at the helm of the shortest short Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1066240420519833262003-10-15T13:53:00.000-04:002003-10-15T13:54:03.106-04:00[ Best. QUIZ. EVER. ]
Where is my Mind?You're smart, shy, and often nonsensical. You have dreams of being famous, and you're quirky enough that you just might pull them off. Some would call you a genius, others would call you insane, but in reality you're pretty well-adjusted. Take a vacation once in a while- it'll help take your mind off of your troubles.Which Pixies song are you?Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1066205751065897372003-10-15T04:15:00.000-04:002003-10-15T13:58:05.853-04:00[ In The Garage / I Will Stay ]
Gosh, it’s been a while. Since then, I’ve managed to wade through a week of exams; in lovable fashion, our professors attempt to evaluate all that we’ve learned before Fall Break before we have a chance to dash it all out of our heads to the tune of sitting around and playing Diablo 2, only taking breaks to eat the Best Food In The World. Indulgence threshold’s on Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1065422440739030142003-10-06T02:40:00.000-04:002003-10-06T02:45:19.743-04:00[ Yep, that's Our Song ]
All I want in life's a little bit of love to take the pain away
Getting strong today, a giant step each day
I've been told only fools rush in, only fools rush in
But I don't believe, I don't believe- I could still fall in love with you
I will love you till I die, and I will love you all the time
So please put your sweet hand in mine, and float in space and drift in Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1065419821361153722003-10-06T01:57:00.000-04:002003-10-06T01:57:20.140-04:00PhylHrMnix (1:54:04 AM): All I want from life's a little bit of love to take the pain away...
Auto response from radioheadgrrrrrl (1:54:05 AM): It's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home now...
So cold, let me in your window....
radioheadgrrrrrl (1:55:45 AM): i... i've been told... only fools rush in, only fools rush in
PhylHrMnix (1:57:39 AM): "Come in! Come in!" Cathy, do come. Oh do - once more! Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1065377037415693792003-10-05T14:03:00.000-04:002003-10-05T15:36:49.030-04:00[ Until I'm Allowed Finally / To Wake / And Be Happy / Again ]
Well, I guess the weekend's over now. I'd argue that it go in the top 5 Worst Weekends Ever. Gosh, thanks for tolerating me everyone. There was a fair amount of misery loving company, which made things a little easier and the trip to Wawa not such a lonely one. Friday night was act-out night, act crazy night, never-stop night that Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1065171223362628622003-10-03T04:53:00.000-04:002003-10-03T04:55:22.983-04:00God fucking bless you, google-powered ads atop my blog. God bless you, indeed.Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-106508058871605882003-10-02T03:43:00.000-04:002003-10-02T03:48:34.483-04:00[ Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun ]
As much as it can suck, role reversal does do good things for one's sense of understanding. The past few hours have been mostly trying to internalize a positive attitude concerning the stark reality of Jenn's seeing her James (Who is this kid?? For God's sake, you met him through NEXUS) Friday night. I realize that this is multiple days from now, but Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1064745692289581042003-09-28T06:41:00.000-04:002003-09-28T06:41:32.093-04:00[ And The Rest Of It (A Celebration of Steamrolling) ]
FINALLY! Tons of new examples that validate my musical tastes (blisteringly good things tend to reside in the new Downtempo section, it would appear), though the educational value is mostly gone, seeing as I studied it so thoroughly in its old form. Just as there are radio whores and Pitchfork whores, there must be Ishkur whores. I doubt I'm Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1064740461594036922003-09-28T05:14:00.000-04:002003-09-28T05:45:28.073-04:00[ Everybody. Especially Me, But Especially Everybody ]
Welcome to phase two: fierce numbness-denial, occasionally bordering on fear. Not a drained bleeding this time, but (if not fixed quickly) a general fading from here, a general withdrawal into a frontier full of distraction and industry, of Grandaddy and Blur, of weak smiles that don't extend to my eyes, of headphones and numbness; I'll see Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1063694232776724132003-09-16T02:02:00.000-04:002003-09-16T02:51:39.103-04:00[ Topics In Aziz 303: Raving About Music, And Being A Tard ]
Right, so the firmware update for the Riô that came preloaded on the replacement player brings with it a largish degree of joy: not only do audio CDs (rather than the touted MP3 sort) no longer contain a milisecond gap between tracks on playback, but the long-ago CDs that Colin (Dixon, for the hometown crowd) burned for me way back in Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1063522965539032912003-09-14T03:02:00.000-04:002003-09-14T03:05:41.860-04:00[ I've Tried Hard / To Mend My Wicked Ways ]
There's always someone to miss. Necessary = realizing that being everywhere isn't possible, and that cake is meant exclusively to be eaten. It's not a huge evergrowing pulsating concern by any stretch, but one brought on by my wanting to simultaneously be in D.C., Haverford, and NYC. Though I'm definitely having a great time in The City, I miss you allAzizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1063262013828808032003-09-11T02:33:00.000-04:002003-09-11T02:34:00.040-04:00Of all the crazy stuff that's happened, I'll keep short, since it's the first time in months I've gotten to bed before 3am.
The moon is fucking gorgeous tonight. That and the wankers outside the apartment need to shut the fuck up before I get on the roof with bags of gold...Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1062882761508045262003-09-06T17:12:00.000-04:002003-09-06T17:12:41.513-04:00Cracks in the Clouds
Can we hold here? This is beautiful. It's mostly a feeling, I'll admit, but I don't mind. It's six in the morning, and finally, finally, I've dared to feel hopeful again about being happy. Anne warned me against overusing my blood-metaphor, but whatever. I've got blood again, straight from the only place I could realistically get it from: Jenn. We probably just needed some Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1062752783094499042003-09-05T05:06:00.000-04:002003-09-05T05:06:23.126-04:00Jenn's burning bridges again. Her fervor is a little terrifying. Her demands aren't reasonable, as they're not based in fact. She's hurt me, badly at that, and there's a chalk outline on my bedroom floor where I gave yet another life in another transfusion that might have kept her from giving up on a better day. I don't know if we're together. Do folks in limbo ever sleep? I doubt they could; I Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1062658094936265522003-09-04T02:48:00.000-04:002003-09-04T02:51:00.660-04:00Physics, Philosophy, and "Faithless, The Wonderboy"
Your quiz, o neglected readers, is to determine which of these classes is actually a fine specimen of modern music. I've been spending many a late night listening to the some of the finest, most powerful music my collection has to offer. Unfortunately, it carries most of the same emotional subtext of a lonely, rich man getting drunk off Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1062637640603181212003-09-03T21:07:00.000-04:002003-09-03T21:07:44.770-04:00Physics, Philosophy, and "Faithless, The Wonderboy"
Your quiz, o neglected readers, is to determine which of these classes is actually a fine specimen of modern music. I've been spending many a late night listening to the some of the finest, most powerful music my collection has to offer. Unfortunately, it carries most of the same emotional subtext of a lonely, rich man getting drunk off Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1062629479634951642003-09-03T18:51:00.000-04:002003-09-03T18:51:19.520-04:00Physics, Philosophy, and "Faithless, The Wonderboy"
Your quiz, o neglected readers, is to determine which of these classes is actually a fine specimen of modern music. I've been spending many a late night listening to the some of the finest, most powerful music my collection has to offer. Unfortunately, it carries most of the same emotional subtext of a lonely, rich man getting drunk off Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1062117125237524102003-08-28T20:32:00.000-04:002003-08-28T20:44:19.220-04:00Setting the Question: Is Aziz Occasionally a Jerk?
With our dear Christian Leue off in the great wide world after graduating this year, it appears his vast legacy, and consequently, his mantle of responsibility falls to this kid, the only other Christian-by-name on campus.
May god save us all. Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1062063610206078952003-08-28T05:40:00.000-04:002003-08-28T05:40:10.210-04:00I just got the comcast back an hour ago, and am shit-tired after being put in two thoroughly incapacitating chokeholds this evening at Landau's. Consequently, sleep will be had after the copying of Blur's latest, Think Tank. Bloggage will resume tomorrow, or alternately, whenever.Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1061792831597911872003-08-25T02:27:00.000-04:002003-08-25T02:27:11.546-04:00Copy. Cat?
Musicians I'd Love To Rock As Hard As:
1. Ludwig van Beethoven
2. Paul McCartney, the Beatles
3. Johnny Greenwood, Radiohead
4. Richard D James, Aphex Twin
5. Ram Subramanian, the Girls
6. The Devil. The reference doesn't really continue to 7, though...
7. Rivers Cuomo, pre-suckass Weezer
8. Frederic Chopin
Wait, this list gets too long too fast. Aw, it didn't take my 'Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1061709996024399832003-08-24T03:26:00.000-04:002003-08-24T04:23:14.500-04:00Semantics Ascended
PhylHrMnix (4:15:49 AM): Here, lemme try this on for size:
PhylHrMnix (4:15:52 AM): I love you.
PhylHrMnix (4:15:56 AM): Hm, not bad.
Ganapatya (4:16:05 AM): It has a nice ring to it.
Ganapatya (4:16:13 AM): What are you practicing for.
PhylHrMnix (4:16:20 AM): It would require quite the speech overhaul, though.
PhylHrMnix (4:16:23 AM): Oh, not a thing.
PhylHrMnix (4:16:45 AM)Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1061591690880197662003-08-22T18:34:00.000-04:002003-08-23T02:55:08.180-04:00So much to say. So much to say. So much to say. ::blam::
Starting at the beginning (which, I've been told, is a very good place to start indeed), the last two days in Boston were quite nice indeed; it would be hard for any couple to see their favorite band together and not feel to some degree in step again. I paid in emotional discomfort for being a guy, but these things pass far more quickly, Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1061541167866669252003-08-22T04:32:00.000-04:002003-08-22T04:38:15.893-04:00You Can't Dust Us Off / Like Some Old Coffee Table...
With further apology to my trip to Boston and the trip to FSU, I'd like to quickly post before bed that I saw, and interacted with for some time, one Phil Gautier, missing, presumed stoned. (I think he was stoned. He said he was stoned.)Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1061470228095806672003-08-21T08:50:00.000-04:002003-08-21T08:50:28.106-04:00Back! ::thud::
So, after a solid 12 hours of driving with breaks only for gas, mom and I have reached home from Tallahassee, Florida in a single day. Again. Needless to say, I'm going to fucking bed right now, with apologies to the massive backblogging that must be done.Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1061184165854702912003-08-18T01:22:00.000-04:002003-08-18T01:23:21.790-04:00Hare Today...
So, for those keeping tabs on me through this particular corner of the interweb, I'm afraid I don't have time to post about my week's visit of Jenny in Boston (or about tonight, for that matter, which was a very nice night indeed), though I'm somewhat cell-accessible, and bound to have interweb access somewhere along this coast within the relevant portions of Below the Mason Dixon Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1060902413053078682003-08-14T19:06:00.000-04:002003-08-14T20:01:30.343-04:00Though Control...Thought Control...
Holy shit I just saw Radiohead last night. Holy shit I just saw Radiohead last night. Perhaps midway though the post it'll sink in. Here's where my teensy readership finds out how fanatic I am about Radiohead. I simply must send those nice boys from Oxford a token of my appreciation for a most enjoyable show, though Jenn later pointed out after the fact that weAzizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1060489844429845502003-08-10T00:30:00.000-04:002003-08-10T01:07:22.546-04:00Because "Arrivin' On a Jetplane" Lacks Panache, That's Why
Got into Boston (Swampscott) this afternoon on an AirTran, the Greyhound of the skies (far more compelling a comparison if you've ever spent time on a Greyhound before) with the cutest kid ever squirming and generally being a kid next to me. I asked to take window seat when I checked into the plane, but I didn't know I was taking it away Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1060420422478207552003-08-09T05:13:00.000-04:002003-08-09T05:13:42.456-04:00Dear Mr. Gates...
Were I he, I'd have my PR folks distance myself from my products, since they seem to suck such copious racehorse shaft on such a regular basis. I mention this concurrently with a lost post, when my computer spontaneously reset when I loaded Unreal Tournament. Twice. Makes sense, doesn't it. Naturally, I run the risk of sounding like a technilliterate moron, railing against a Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1060146656105841992003-08-06T01:10:00.000-04:002003-08-06T01:57:11.330-04:00Though Money Can't Buy Happiness...
...it can be exchanged for goods and services, inclusive of (but by no means excluded to) music, which roughly amounts to the same thing. Five new CDs today: Fountains of Wayne's new release Welcome Interstate Managers, the 2 CD-version of the lazy man's Best of Bowie, the surprisingly loaded X-Files Soundtrack, and last (but most, as if that's a common Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1060067864273074052003-08-05T03:17:00.000-04:002003-08-05T03:54:08.123-04:00Yarrrrrrrr...D'Yarr (With a tip of the hat to Kristin, wherever she may be)
In a break from my norm of not seeing movies, my brother and I shelled out far too much money ($3 for a 20oz bottle of Coca fucking Cola) to see the entertaining Pirates of the Caribbean today after spending too long wandering around Tyson's Corner, home of the overdressed plain girl with meathead accessory boyfriend (Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1059978135720767652003-08-04T02:22:00.000-04:002003-08-04T02:22:15.680-04:00Ahhhhh, Much Better
With the cable modem more in line, the UKAA party done with, and with affairs with Jenn back in order, life is again taking on that rosy, post-coital glow that I've come to expect of it since the summer began, as spoiled as that may seem. ChristmasPast is also wandering BattleNet, and losing quite a bit at that, as if I care. BattleNet is at least as much of a sociological Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1059953038345482272003-08-03T19:23:00.000-04:002003-08-03T19:24:12.970-04:00Somebody come by and make this box of lies and empty promises work.Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914716.post-1059893250710519142003-08-03T02:47:00.000-04:002003-08-03T05:07:16.430-04:00Why Yes Sir, I Happen to be Both Sweet AND Fresh. Why Do You Ask?
In yet another instance of my doing something catalogued by this blog's initial inspiration, my copy of Hail to the Thief has found itself out of its cozy little jewel case and in an optical drive more often than not this past week. I imagine this compulsive listening phase would have come much sooner had I not put off seriously Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719323547891596076noreply@blogger.com0