tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56250222011-04-21T15:24:19.122-07:00riquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03807032794900862134noreply@blogger.comBlogger2941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625022.post-1122095483161734332005-08-10T02:33:00.000-07:002005-08-10T00:38:31.200-07:00

i should be a contractor.for real. at least that way i could be the one to build what no doubt deserves to be an absolutely hulking monument to my laziness. you might notice that the last time i was here was late last year, sometime in december, the 22nd to be exact. the end of that day's entry said that there would be subsequent ones soon to follow within the next few days.. well, like i

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it's just gas escapingit would appear that i've lost my SoCal stalkers.and apparently, i've become quite popular in norway.more to come. unless i get a better offer.

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happy birthday to you happy birthday to you happy birthday dear jesus happy birthday to you. today is christmas. there will be a magic show at zero-nine-thirty. chaplain charlie will tell you about how the free world will conquer communism with the aid of God. . .and a few marines. God has a hard-on for marines, because we kill everything we see. he plays his games, we play ours. to show

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puttin out fires with gasoline. . . take a deep breath. maybe you'll even need to sit down. this will be the final post here. i won't go into detail right here this second other than to say that my hand was forced, and if you want to know the deal, chances are all you have to do is ask me. anyways, i was thinking not too long ago about how lightly i have to tread writing here and how much i

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mostly because i haven't done one of these in a while. . . 1. First Name: riqui 2. Were you named after anyone? my dad and my mom 3. Do you wish on stars? nah 4. When did you last cry? last i remember was february, but i'm pretty sure it's been more recent than that 5. Do you like your handwriting? tons 6. What is your favorite lunch meat? turkey 7. What is your birth date? august 3, 1980

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is it weird that i put on my pajamas when i get out of bed? i did a roundoff today, i couldn't even do one when i was a cheerleader. last week i thought i sucked at life, i've backed off a little on that, but the jury's still out. feeling: not bad thinking of: some girl probly music: "shifting sand" caedmon's call

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i'm out of salsa. this is just miserable. feeling: stunned thinking of: the horns music: "texas fight"

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quick hits. . . *omg, yesterday was definitely a day where i wished i lived in texas again, if only to have seen that game. sucks that it wasn't on tv here, we got the cubs and pirates instead. anyways ten left, they need to finish three better than the A's in those ten and one better than the angels to win the division outright. if there's a tie, the one-game playoff is at the temple and if

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life is good. i promise. i hate, and i mean hate being tired, the only thing that would come close to rivaling the hatred i have for being tired is being rushed, which would seem to make sense since one seems to be rooted in the other. anyways, and i figure you could guess i was gonna head this way, but i'm really tired. what's worse is that i realize the irony of writing, ostensibly to vent,

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party like its. . . if the rangers win their next two to sweep the A's go no worse than 8-2 in their final 10 after that. and the A's go no better than 5-5 plus the angels go no better than 7-5 in their last 12 then the rangers win the division and make the playoffs for the first time since 1999. feeling: alright thinking of: october, still music: "let me go" rancid

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i was trying really hard. i've been in a weird mood lately, or moods, just sort of fluctuating between pretty good and just sort of deflated with a few really sweet moments mixed in. anyways, i was trying really hard to write about it, but nothing i was saying at all seemed to capture adequately what i wanted to convey, so i've got an entry drafted that's sort of a stream of consciousness

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punk rock died the day the first kid said "punk ain't dead" and sure it is kid, hey winter's cuttin bait, california dreamin won't abate put your baseball cap on right dude, your momma didn't raise no fool and skip a few doses of your prozac find some public pool and lie out there in the sun for hours on your back and grow your hair long, free weights will get you strong and as you turn the

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second of two continued from, umm. . . so i'm about to be finished complaining. i promise. really. anyways, i figure i left off about the time that i got the letter from the california highway patrol, that'd be the actual real life CHiPs for those of you who are fans of the fine work of erik estrada, or maybe just the handful of you who watched way too much channel 27 during the day whenever

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first of two good gravy. you ever had one of those weeks? you know one of those weeks, the kind that make you sorta glad that you've given up carrying a bat for no good reason, if only for to avoid being held responsible for any property you might destroy in a fit of (unquestionably justified) rage. you've never carried a bat for no good reason? well, i don't guess that's important then.

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yeah i remember the dark clouds raining dust for days on end blew all the earth out to california and just left us here with the wind in desperate times you know everybody's part but it's your own lines you're like to forget 'til what you were meets what you've now become grins and says "hey, haven't we met" lost my firstborn that winter and my wife on the first day of spring and so i

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i needed a ride to work and, and, AND she brought me breakfast. feeling: exhausted thinking of: sleep music: "when she begins" social distortion

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i meant to, i really did. then the phone rang. seriously i think over the past week or so, i've spent as much time on the phone as i did when i was in eighth or ninth grade, which is to say, for anybody who didn't know me in eighth or ninth grade, a whole heck of a lot of time. it's not bad at all, it's been good on one or two counts, at least really good on one count, but that's neither here

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i'm sitting here in the dark, with a handful of lemon starburst. lemon starburst used to be my most hated of all starburst, and i think it was a year or so ago, when i figured that i liked the lemon ones better than i liked the orange ones. none of that is important really, i guess, at least beyond the fact that they sort of represent the only part of today that didn't absolutely suck. so

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i'm an adult. at least by some measure of the term. i remember a year or so ago somebody did some research and determined that adulthood starts at age 26, and if that's the case, at this point, age 24, i find myself still a couple years short. i'm not sure how the folks doing the research arrived at 26, i mean being an adult is like anything else, at least in as much as it means about as many

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now if i were a politician i'd want you on my ticket. if i were a hunter i'd want you in my thicket and if i were a brain surgeon you'd be inside my knife if i were a gamblin man you'd be inside my dice. i'm as selfish as a schoolboy enamored with his prick. now my life is like a handgun and the hammer just went click. now if i were a writer i'd want you in my pen if i were a junkie i'd

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rue. the. day. you're familiar, i'm sure, with the concept of the "do-over." everyone figures it out pretty early on. you know, you're a lil kid playing a game with your friends and you make a mistake of some kind, like if you're playing kickball or something and you pop it up to the catcher, but you didn't really mean to do that at all. what you meant to do was kick it clear into the

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i'm left-handed well mostly left-handed. actually i'm sort of ambidextrous, this'll be important later, i promise. anyway i write with my left hand, but i'm extremely coordinated, and besides the writing, i can do pretty much anything with either hand without much difficulty. in any case, my birthday was a couple weeks ago, and leading up to it i wasn't really sure what i wanted, in fact, i'm

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books are good. well they're good sometimes, like today, if you were to walk into some random chain bookstore, which i guess more or less leaves only two choices, borders or barnes and noble, you'd encounter all manner of crap that nobody really cares about but about which people have decided to write books, essentially a lot of really unnecessary books. even despite that though, i really could

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third of three continued from tuesday squeaky's a lil car. i've driven three cars primarily since i started driving, the first was a 1987 toyota corolla, the second was a 1986 ford taurus, and then squeaky, who's a 1992 nissan sentra, so if you know anything at all about cars, you know that there really isn't all that much difference between any of those. they're all lil four cylinder cars,

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second of three continued from yesterday so there were adjustments to be made. i s'pose that's customary whenever you have a car and you use it every day and then one day it turns up missing. i was feeling pretty impulsive right after i made the police report, even considering going out and buying a cheap used car that very day. luckily, that urge came and went, but it was followed by an even

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first of three i don't mind interruptions. i notice that little things that go wrong tend to irritate me more than big things that go wrong. i'm not certain why that is, but i suspect it has to do with the idea that little things tend to be more directly in my control and when stuff like that goes wrong, even when it's not in my control at all, i'm sorta bugged by the idea that i could have

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i reckon heaven is a place where time is non-existent. yeah. and the things that are important, yeah don't take any time at all. an awful lot like outer space where everything is weightless, yeah. even heavy things are weightless, yeah don't take up any space at all. right on, right on. oh yeah it's so clear all the bad things are gone, all the good things are here right on, right on. oh

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my poor, poor mother. anno domini MCMLXXX. i think that's it anyway, the year of our Lord 1980; it was the hottest summer on record to ever singe the eyebrows and smite the elderly of dallas, texas. according to locals who were around for both of them, the only summer that rivals that one was the one eighteen years later, in 1998. now i was around for that summer and if 1980 was worse than

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i've been listening to an inordinate amount of the old 97's lately. pretty much anybody that's heard them knows that that's not necessarily a bad thing, not at all, they're a great band, i don't think i've met a single person who's ever really listened to them and held a negative opinion. in fact having found them a few years back was a pretty significant emotional coup. people who know me and

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what a weird day yesterday was. first this lady from my church was talking to me about her nipples. and if that wasn't enough, the guy behind the counter at 7-11 was hitting on me pretty severely. it would have been funnier if i had gone there to get some ding-dongs. feeling: off-kilter thinking of: some parallel universe someplace music: "your image" the crucified

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i had a really good thought. that's how most of these start anyway, with a thought, or something like that, after which i proceed to veer ferociously off topic and write something usually with relevance only to myself and even more frequently of negligible quality. this practice started a year ago. it started in this form a year ago, july 28, 2003. a year ago i appropriated this lil corner of

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with regard to affecting policy: specifcally public policy formal interaction is for suckers. voting is formal interaction. voting is for suckers. feeling: strangely above the fray, it won't last thinking of: the beach music: "indefinitely" old 97s

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a couple of things. lyle lovett is so much more than some guy who was married to julia roberts a few years back. bill mallonee is quite possibly the most underrated songwriter that's ever lived. feeling: peachy thinking of: october music: "she is fading" bill mallonee

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i realize i'm not the best writer. maybe i'm not even good, who knows, i never get evaluated or anything. a couple things i do know, however, is that it's not utterly, utterly vapid and that there are quite a few people around who can't seem to rise above that level of utterly, utterly vapid in their own writing. i really don't know what to say beyond that, because it's not like anyone who

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second of two. . .i guess. you know me. or maybe you don't, i won't presume to tell you what to do, or what you do or don't do, whatever. but then if you do know me, i suspect you might have known that i lacked the level of restraint necessary to merely post a list without any commentary, which would be accurate; mostly because right now i'm posting commentary to my list from friday. i'll try

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first of two sort of i'm borrowing from bone today, pretty liberally in fact, because i'm just gonna make a list. it's similar to ones that he's done, though i'm not certain he's done exactly this one. anyways, this here is a list of stuff, in no particular order, that i miss. driving that stretch of FM 1382 that runs through cedar hill between I-20 and highway 67. sno-cones from that place

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i buy CDs. now i don't say that to position myself somehow above the fray because i download music too, there are a few CDs i have that are complete albums that i've burned that i really should have bought, and dozens of other spare songs that are on CDs that i likely wouldn't at all consider buying. usually i justify that by rationalizing that since i wouldn't have bought the CD anyway,

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i'm a pretty easygoing guy. check that, i'm an extremely easygoing guy. now i don't say that in any sort of prideful way, because like any other personality characteristic, it cuts both ways, and on some occasions i've paid for it; mostly i'm saying out of an extreme, at least in this case,sense of self-awareness. i remember dunx telling me one time a few years back that i had a talent for "

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ok people, i'm only gonna do this once. it's definitely. d e f i n i t e l y. not defanately, definatley, definately, or definatly. the letter "a" occurs nowhere in the word. that is all, thanks for your time. feeling: spelling bitterness thinking of: becoming a genius music: "crazy" patsy cline

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so someone around here has a birthday in less than a month. less than a month of shopping days remain. you know, before august 3. just saying is all. feeling: alright thinking of: guessing music: "corduroy" pearl jam

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nobody expected this. i've written before about my affinity for teams from my hometown of dallas, texas, so allow me to diverge once again into related subjects. this one won't be as involved as the a-rod entries, i don't imagine, but we'll see i guess. anyways, there are four major teams in dallas, i followed three of them since i was a real lil kid, the stars came around when i was thirteen

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i've eaten an inordinate amount of thai food recently. imagine my confusion at receiving fortune cookies, which i'd thought was a feature pretty much solely associated with chinese food, i guess it was more pan-asian than i'd imagined. anyways, a couple of the fortunes i found curious, so i'll share them here. the first one said: you will be rewarded for your patience and understanding. the

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that pt barnum was on to something. i remember when i was in middle school about twelve or thirteen, i knew this guy his name was brandon, who was quite a bit older, five or six years. usually people that age have very little use for people in middle school, brandon wasn't really all that different that's not to say he wasn't a good or even a nice guy, he was definitely that, because i guess

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third of three so we're very stubborn and simple people. i suspect many will disagree with me, but it's not the government's job, especially in a secular entity such as a democratic republic, that is to say a non-theocratic nation, to acknowledge God in its rhetoric or its symbols. is it a nice thought? for many it certainly is, and one that provides a great deal of comfort. both the level

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second of three so where was i? oooh yah, the pledge of allegiance. well you know how it is, one good turn deserves another, and so the ruling fills the folks on the other side full of piss and vinegar, which is to say that they're offended. they say things like the ruling is another step in a process that will deprive the faithful and devout of their freedoms, and that bad things are in

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first of three trying to offend some people is like trying to make them breathe. i came across this thought a couple years ago when i first read the redneck manifesto by jim goad. the context of that line was a chapter about political correctness and the white liberals who held so tightly to ideals of sensitivity and tolerance and the like. the idea was that nobody had to try at all to do

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born in east LA is a funny movie. there's one scene in that movie in which INS agents are rounding up some darker hued types suspected of taking up residence in sunny southern california illegally to send back (ostensibly) across the border. in the hubbub they get cheech, i think his character's name in the movie is rudy, who's phenotypically similar, but speaks perfect english, saying all the

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it's tuesday again. i wrote last week about 24 and how it sort of gave tuesday a claim to fame, made it worth looking a bit forward to, because i mean face it, it's tuesday, the only thing it really has going for it is that it's not monday. i suspect i have an aversion to that particular day of the week that comes from the one semester in college that i had class on tuesday pretty much straight

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second of two so i have short hair now. in fact, it's shortest i've had it since that tenth grade year. that could mean a few different things, for example, people that know me might be inclined to think that it's really not short, as such, based mostly on the fact that my penchant to sport hair that'd always seem to possess some of the qualities one might find in a mop. right now, however,

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first of two i used to wrestle. i started in seventh grade. everybody remembers seventh grade, nobody, i'm fairly certain remembers it very fondly. my experience wasn't all that different, there were some things about that year that were totally badass, and plenty of other things; like wrestling, i didn't win a single match that year; that totally sucked. the thing about seventh grade though

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i found it hard to believe someone like you came for me you put this love in my heart i tried but could not refuse you gave me no time to choose you put this love in my heart i wanna know where the bad feelings go when i'm depressed and i get down so low but then i see you calling to me it's alright i wanna tell you right now i'm not afraid to say how you put this love in my heart there's

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laura is amazing. first, she's from texas, which is enough to kick anybody up the amazing scale quite a few notches. she still lives there and bearing that in mind, what really makes her awesome is simply this: me: you wanna come over tonite? her: yeah! i just felt like it bore mentioning. feeling: alright thinking of: a couple years from now music: "you're not alone" MxPx

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a note of clarification, from sunday's entry. there's nothing at all sexual about a "man-crush," basically all that it is a way to describe one man's admiration of another to the point that he sorta wishes he was him. it's completely innocent. i'm not trying to convince myself or anything. really. feeling: odd thinking of: the rest of the month music: "i can be friends with you." MxPx

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this was a better world when. . . i hear that from some oldsters once in a while, the statement is usually accompanied by a pretty high level of crustiness, crochetiness, and generally a pretty significant sense of good-old-days syndrome. people that know me know that i'm a pretty big fan of the crusty old guy, seeing as a large part of the wisdom i've obtained in life has come from the same.

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there was always tuesday to look forward to. now beyond saying that it's really silly to look forward to a particular day of the week primarly because of a tv show, i won't make a value judgement on doing so, mostly because i'd be incriminating myself in any further pejoritave statement i might make. i won't be too harsh on myself, because i mean it wasn't like i was waiting around for "friends

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i grew up in dallas. i see myself going back one day, maybe soon, and when i say soon, i mean in a matter of years, not imminently, but that's neither here nor there, at least not right this second it's not. i've noticed that i keep up with local happenings there a way more closely than i do out here in long beach, sometimes i wonder if that's any indication of a slack commitment to my

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second of two this was a better world when structure was structure and not express men. i needed jeans, the "nice" ones i got are showing early signs of wear, and i figured i'd rather wear them a bit less frequently and have them in good shape for a while longer than keep wear them out quicker than i feel like i need to. anyway, i head to los cerritos center, mostly because they have a

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first of two i've been a fiend here lately. that's as far as shopping goes. i'm definitely not one who could be defined as a fashion-hound, if that's even a term in anyone's vernacular. so anyways, i don't go shopping that often, at least not for myself, usually whenever i make it to the mall, it's to get stuff for other people like whenever i put together that package for laura on her

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i have parents. i might have mentioned that before, in fact, i'm fairly certain that i have. in fact, i think that mention came on my mom's birthday back in march, that i'm making mention of it again makes sense, mostly because today is my dad's birthday. he was born on this day in 1960, which would make him 44 today, which in turn makes him really young to have a kid that's around my age.

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it doesn't stop, it just doesn't stop. feeling: surrounded by dipheads, or worse thinking of: what's next music: "the downfall of western civilization" MxPx

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hoy me reclamaron por venir a ver te no quieren que vuelve por aqui jamas dicen que si vuelvo encontrare la muerte que porti la vida me van a quitar. piensen asustarme para que te deje pero nunca nadie lo podra lograr mientras tu me quieras yo estare presente cerca de tu casa para placticar a mi no me asustan tipos "lenguaslarga" que solo presumen para pantallar yo soy de los hombres que no

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happy cinco de mayo. that's today. cinco de mayo. there are a couple of misconceptions about cinco de mayo, at least with regard to what exactly it is. first, it's not simply the day the bars decided to make corona longnecks a nickel all day, although that makes it a better day than it would be otherwise. it's also not mexican independence day. that particular day is september 16, 1810.

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donuts are good. they taste good, unfortunately, they're up there with peanut butter and maybe lard as ounce for ounce one of the worst things you can put in your body. i guess sprinkling some blow on some gorditas like that one time javi did it would be worse, but that's neither here nor there i don't guess. no doubt you've heard of krispy kreme donuts, good donuts to be sure, but where they

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so i got lost. you'll notice, or maybe you won't, i won't presume to tell you what to do, that entries have been sparse here pretty much all month, not even sparse so much as non-existent. so anyways, there's no triumphant return, just this, a bit of frustration at my lack of discipline. i did write a few things while i was "gone," i don't like any of them that much, so i'll probly end up only

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i'm a brown person. that's overly simplistic i know, but i figure it's just easier to say that than it is to say latino or hispanic or mexican or something like that and have the pc police get all pissy or something like that. on top of that, it doesn't seem to be terribly relevant to much of anything. gimme a minute, cause i'll make the connection. anyways, i've been getting these emails in

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spring starts today. technically it started a couple weeks or so ago. you'd never know it by the weather here, which seems to be the customary way people distinguish between seasons, but this is california and what i tell people when they ask about the weather is that there are two seasons here: the one where the high is sixty and the one where the low is sixty. that's not the case everywhere

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all is quiet on the western front, there appears to be a lull. john and jane doe are sleeping well tonight with the little thoughts inside their skulls. salome she's undressed to the nines although a few pounds fatter. she's got pavlov's bells on her ankles and wrists, she coming at you with her platter. i stole down to the waterfront to escape the desert heat. what on earth you gotta do

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so there's wisdom everywhere. the somewhat troublesome thing about that is that there's a certain level of wisdom required in knowing when and where to seek it. sometimes stuff in life works to bring you to a point where you, maybe not reach the end of your rope, but you just sorta realize that there's not just a whole lot you can do to help yourself, at least in the sort of self-reliant way

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thought for the day all men seek happiness. whatever different means they employ, they all tend to this end. the cause of some going to war and others avioiding it is the same desire of both, attended with different views. the will never takes the least step but to this object. this is the motive of every action of every man, even those who hang themselves. --pascal

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so it was great. i'm back now, the weekend was great, seeing annie was awesome, everything i'd hoped it'd be. i picked her up on friday evening, in azusa. if you know anything about geography out here, driving from long beach up to azusa around five on friday evening would be at or near the bottom of anyone's list of fun things to do. so yah, traffic was horrible, and missing the exit to get

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i pick up annie today in azusa. this weekend's gonna rip, i'll be back monday. feeling: amazing thinking of: a patio music: "one" U2

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on a desert road that steamed the sky with the windows up and the air on high. i was off the stage, i was on the mend for a solo drive and a holiday weekend. my thirsty car came to a stop at the reptile gardens curio shop. when a wind came hissing through the vents my forehead broke in a cold, cold sweat and in the rear-view mirror was a silhouette then i heard the doorlocks take a dive and a

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meaning fascinates me. so anyways, i've written about sociology here before, just some real basic stuff, mostly about theoretical perspectives and my tendency to observe and perceive the world around me using lenses that seem to correspond to those perspectives. i remember sitting in my urban sociology class and later in my social theory class and hearing about the symbolic interactionist or

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i bowl. or i used to, it seemed that the last summer me, dunx and brad were all in dallas, summer 2000 i think, and it seemed as though we made it to either don carter's or the bronco bowl or someplace like that no less often than every other week or so. we did it often enough that i got pretty good at it, but after that summer i think i can count the times i went on a couple or three fingers.

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i used to wrestle. i'm pretty sure that i've mentioned that before, mostly because every once in a while it pushes itself to the forefront of my mind, like over the weekend for example. this past weekend was the ncaa division 1 wrestling championships. the tournament was in st. louis, so there was really no chance that i'd be there. in fact the likelihood of me making it to one while living

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i have a neat job. so thursday is my day off, and it's a good day to have off since wednesdays are usually on the order of anywhere from eleven to thirteen hour days. i denote it on the blog with lyrics thursday, which will come back next week after taking this week off to commemorate lisa's birthday. i guess the whole point of mentioning that is to show that there are exceptions, there are

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it's like there's a birthday every other day this month. well, maybe just today and the day before yesterday. so there's adam, who to be really honest, when i first met him, i thought was sort of a goofy, maybe a bit of a nerdy guy. i don't think that it was any vibe that he gave off himself, because he's definitely not nerdy, i think he just reminded me of, looked like another guy i knew who

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a friday five? here? there's a first time for everything. if you. . . 1. . . .owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve? i'd probly open up a lil taco stand, where you can get real tacos, you know like carnitas or fajita or lengua or chicharron or something like that, wrapped up in two corn tortillas with limes and fresh salsa. flour tortillas too, cause they're just good, but

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so today is march 18th. a year ago today i was on a plane to chicago, guess it was sorta my spring break. i hadn't been there since graduating the may before and there were people i hadn't seen in that ten months or so that i was really looking forward to seeing, so i was pretty stoked. that was a great week, i did get to at least see everyone i wanted to and reconnected with some awesome

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happy st. patrick's day may the road rise up to meet you. may the wind be always at your back. may the sun shine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft on your fields and, until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand. --traditional irish blessing

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i'm sore. what this has to do with anything, i've yet to figure out. that is all. feeling: sore thinking of: two weeks til 24 starts again, that's what music: "eye of the tiger" survivor

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so the strike is over. what i'm talking about is the grocery store workers strike that started back in october. hindsight seems to bring clarity in places where it was lacking previously, since the whole thing started workers lost, i hear, over three hundred million dollars in wages, i don't know the toll it took on the stores, i know business was way down, mostly because with minimal staffing

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i watch wrestling. i used to anyway, i guess i still do, but certainly more sporadically than i have in the past. watching it seemed to be a pretty big part of my experience growing up, and i'm still not sure what drew me to it initially, i guess it was something exclusive to the Y chromosome, some sort of acceptable outlet for aggression or maybe a source a bit off the beaten path for a young

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HAVE YOU Ever cried over a boy/girl? it looked like it Ever lied to someone? certainly Ever been arrested? nah NUMBER Of times I have been in love? between zero and one Of times I have had my heart broken? zero Of hearts I have broken? i'm pretty sure at least one, and just that one Of girls I have kissed? couple dozen Of boys I have kissed? platonically, like on the forehead? two Of girls

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i have parents. two of them in fact, i remember when i was in middle school, my level of maturity was such that people would get shocked looks on their faces when they found out that i had parents. well i'd like to think it was my level of maturity, it could have been that they believed i was some sort of hellspawn with neither the hope nor the possibility of any connection to natural processes

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as i survey the ground for ants looking for a place to sit and read i'm reminded of the streets of my hometown how they're much like this concrete that's warm beneath my feet and how i'm all wrapped up in my mother's face with a touch of my father just up around the eyes and the sound of my brother's laugh more wrapped up in what binds our ever distant lives but if i must go things i trust will

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i've chewed gum every day since eleventh grade. winterfresh gum. that is all. feeling: rotten thinking of: nothing good music: "hold me down" gin blossoms

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i joined bally's this happened about a month ago and it's something i thought i'd never do, i mean i'd see their commercials which would pretty much solidify in my mind every good reason i had not to join. on top of the meat-market vibe they gave off, any company that uses justin timberlake, jessica simpson, kylie minogue, and ace of base (?!?) to advertise themselves is no company that

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so today is march 8th. winter's not even over, not officially anyway, so imagine my surprise when the temperature climbed into the 90s today. the temp didn't bother me so much, in fact, i didn't even really think it was that hot simply because all the natives were going on about how hot it was and i know what wusses they are when it comes to weather, normally when the temperature climbs over 80

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You're Adventures of Huckleberry Finn! by Mark Twain With an affinity for floating down the river, you see things in black and white. The world is strange and new to you and the more you learn about it, the less it makes sense. You probably speak with an accent and others have a hard time understanding you and an even harder time taking you seriously. Nevertheless, your adventurous spirit is

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i live in southern california. and i have some really cool friends, but i'll get to that in a bit, i think. so anyways, it was about a year and a half ago that i moved out here after spending four years going back and forth between chicago and dallas, school and home. the cool thing about being in those two places is that it wasn't at all difficult to make it to one place or the other if i had

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this time won't be any different. i'm gonna prove you wrong. feeling: challenged thinking of: deficiency music: "avenues and alleyways" rancid

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eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol' steer eat steak, eat steak do we have one dear? eat beef, eat beef it's a mighty good food it's a grade A meal when i'm in the mood. cowpokes'll come from a near and far when you throw a few rib-eyes on the fire roberto duran ate two before a fight 'cause it gave a lot of mighty men a lot of mighty might eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol' steer eat steak, eat

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i'm not much for labels. that's not always been the case, and it seems as though, for the majority of the population, it's not presently the case either. it seems as though everywhere you go there are people who really want you to know, who won't hesitate to tell you exactly who they percieve themselves to be. personally, i've never figured that out, like when people define themselves as

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today is texas independence day. i guess it's time for a bit of a history lesson, because if you didn't grow up in the greatest country in the world, then you didn't take texas history in fourth grade and seventh grade and likely have no idea about how God's greatest creation came to be. so anyways, on march 2, 1836 at washington-on-the-brazos, the texas declaration of independence was adopted.

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when i was little, i was terrified of thunderstorms. that's not a very useful fear when you grow up in texas, where thunderstorms can occur at the drop of a hat. severe thunderstorms. violent thunderstorms. the kind that, at the age of eight, make you ponder your existance and the very real (to you) possibility that your house will be struck by lightning and you'll burn to a crisp inside, you

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i's back. i took a nap. substantive entries should return tomorrow. feeling: exhausted and satisfied thinking of: older women, again music: "safe with you" skillet

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if i'm not back by sunday unleash the pitbulls and call the firetruck. feeling: terrified thinking of: everything that could possibly go wrong music: "combat chuck" five iron frenzy

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even now your eyes are courting sleep i'll stay by your side as i have always been sleep tonight, may your dreams reveal my love for you beyond what i must do, do you know my plans for you? to separate myself from where my treasure lies then naked in this cold and lonely unforgiving life. be stripped away of all delusions of the man i'd like to be at the moment i am broken parts, sure of

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ash wednesday do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others. your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus: who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself

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