I hold the record for most missed flights, I'm certain of that.
Yet, again, I failed to make it to San Diego, though, this wasn't completely my fault. Last time was -- I missed my flight, but not this time. Oh well, I'll get there, and when I do, I *will* be stopping at LegoLand California... maybe I'll wait until the winter, when it's soooooooooo pleasant in Boston.
Matt: I'm moving because my place is too expensive Girl from bar: Why do you think your place is too expensive, it's so nice.
Not a very productive or active past week or so; I'm looking forward to that changing, I've been a bum for long enough now. I can't wait to get up ass-early, drink a few pots of midnight black coffee, and head off for the day. But that'll have to wait for a month.
Anyway, back to Colorado for a night, then New York, hopefully the republicans haven't taken over the place. Maybe I'll try to tag a couple with the car in which I'm driving up to Boston. Similar to yesterday when I failed to heed a 'stop suggestion' in Santa Monica and rolled up on some guy's hood. He got out, and wasn't too happy. Oh well, he should know stop suggestion signs don't apply to skaters.
I've now joined the realm of GMailers, and I have yet to receive any spam... good! I don't plan on using this account, but I guess it's cool to have. It's the equivalent of an internet artifact or souvenier (if I knew how to spell that)... like an old Google page or a history of this site or my old site.
Uhhhh, there's 750ml less vodka in the world then there was yesterday -- thanks to me -- I wonder where it went? Remarkably it's all still inside, let's hope it stays there.
The skies seem to be openning up a little, hopefully the gray goes away in a while. The plan: beach, possibly some surfing, then the SC game, but first a skate around the pedestrian-friendly streets of LA. I must say, though, compared to Manhattan and Boston, LA streets are a breeze, not as fun, but you're more likely to come out alive after an hour or two riding with the cars.
I think my power cable is broken, maybe my laptop's broken -- I dropped it yesterday... flight into LA was fine, except I sat next to two 'large' people who carried their child -- not baby -- on their lap. She was noisy, but nothing headphones couldn't zone out. I bought a drink at one place the airport yesterday then filled it up again at another place. When I did the cashier began to chastize me because they didn't offer free refills. I explained it wasn't a refill, because I never bought a drink from them in the first place. It was simply a fill, I was stealing it, and that I knew that wasn't allowed.
Off to L.A. today. [Listening to Violent Femmes]. Yet another one of my former advised-by-the-same-advisor students is defending soon... that's three is a *really* short period of time. Maybe it will motivate me? It's not that I lack motivation, I just lack direction. I'll worry about that when I get back to Boston, though it's pretty hard not to worry about it always, because it doesn't go away. Maybe I should go with the strategy that I'll take whatever is my advisor's next suggestion and run with it? I had mentioned my idea of a party consisting of nothing but corn (and booze, etc. of course). It's a conceivable idea, everyone likes corn, right? And the last time I cooked bunch everyone wanted some and I got none. So, I figure if we buy tons, then there will be enough for everyone. Anyway, it's a reason to have a party, not there need be a reason. We could replace the corn with squash or eggplant or cucumber...
I'm going to the bathroom [listening to The Cure], after which I will skate. I intend to continue listening to The Cure post-poo.
So, we went trike racing last night at the Dark Horse, I certainly haven't done that in a while. Was also able to get Michael out -- while Suzanne was out of town -- but still. Had to stop over for some Java Porter and uncomfortable conversaion beforehand at Southern Sun. Yes, even I curl my toes up from time to time... the entire talk wasn't bad, just parts. But, if there is a any beer that rivals a good woman, it's that one. MF it's good, and the more you drink the better it tastes, and it tasted good... I opted out of seeing Mt. Elbert in favor of seeing people I hadn't seen in some time, a good choice I think.
So, yesterday was Tori Amos's birthday, or maybe the day before, I don't know. I do know the Rockies had their asses kicked by none other than Canadians... well, at least a Canadian team -- the Expos. I've been less-than-overly-productive today, but oh well. [Listening to Zox] I did get a new watch band, I'm pretty excited about that. I was thinking about playing the new midget guitar tonight at Conor's (the one in Boulder, not Boston), but I don't think they're having open mics anymore. They had trivia last night, but the format was stupid. They did it wrong. Graham and I headed there *after* most of the trivia, but there was still a little left. He was working on some chick -- he can do better. There's still plenty of Colorado brew in the fridge, it's only 4pm, but it's after 5pm in New York (or Boston)... I'll have to partake. Anyway, I have to do something and move my laptop or else my it's going to give me ball cancer.
Spent the day rollerblading, then in Rocky Mountain NP... went to Hallet Peak
Arrived in Denver last night and headed to the mountains... did Mt. Harvard and Mt. Columbia today; fun. Both with Graham and Michael, and the second with some guy from Telluride named Steve; a lawyer by profession and he made us look like pussies. He was almost 50 and shot up the mountain, it was impressive. He also had a great dog -- a Lab, of course, named Jeb. Yeah, he showed us up, too.
Here until Thursday, though like any visit to Colorado this one runs the risk that I won't leave.
white elephant \WYTE-EL-uh-funt\ nounBut this is two words, how's that? What are we saying the 'red herring' or 'yellow submarine' or ''green with envy' or now words. Maybe that's why the English language is so huge.
- a property requiring much care and expense and yielding little profit
- an object no longer of value to its owner but of value to others
- something of little or no value
Added a new member to my family -- a Martn backpacker. Admittedly, it doesn't compare to other guitars -- and certainly other Martins -- but I love it. But, I didn't get to play it first... as I was walking over to Central Park to sit and play for a couple hours, I had to use the bathroom. So, I walked in the Starbucks across from Trump Tower and someone started asking me about it, and wanted to play, so I let him. The problem was I hadn't played it. That has to be breaking some rule; somewhere it must say that the owner of a guitar *has* to be the first to play it.
I'm off tomorrow to play in the mountains, and maybe I'll bring it. Depends on how much stuff I have, and already it doesn't look good. To put it in a female's words, "I've packed like a woman"... again, not my words, but it's true.
Apparently, there is another Jeff Palm out there... as I was told just a little while ago.
... just below your thighs the temperature drops 5 degrees.... yeah, we all know how this song goes. I'm writing my goodbye letter to my friends at work, and I plopped in a CD and I can't seem to get focus on that window... and it's really f'ing loud...
So, tonight was the last hash in New York. It was a good one from around 7th and 18th to somewhere, I don't know where we ended up. A friend sent this link on the San Francisco hash, not suprising. As usual, we took the scenic route back... again, I don't know where we drove getting back? Today was also that last day at work, and a good one. I actually did get some work done, but mostly bullshit.
Wings is coming up at 3am, good times. This program was a staple in my childhood.
Tomorrow is my first real day off, do nothing, watch cartoons, eat breakfast in bed day in a while, and I don't have the slightest idea what I'm doing. What I need to do is pack, that's all. Well that and join some people for sushi and drinks, but that's later. Don't know, but it's almost Wings time, so I'm off.
Me: I can give you a hand with your computer in a second... Alex: Thanks. Me: [Acheeeeeeeeeeeeeeew] Alex: That's gross... you spat on me. Me: No, I believe I snat on you.
I got a little crazy today, and changed the main font on this site from verdana to helvetica... I know, I'll calm down. Not the most stressful or eventful day today... had a two-hour lunch, read some papers, played ping pong, played with the (inflatable) monkey. I think I'll dip into Manhattan for a skate. Listening to Why'd You by Death Cab, a very cool song. I guess I'll be in L.A., too, in a couple days or a week, or something like that. Sent the obligatory messages to Colorado people letting 'em know I'll be in town in a couple days.... yeah, a pretty slow day, but we need those here and there. I'm looking forward to getting on some mountain and walking up it, doesn't really matter which one, just to get up there. Besides snow brushing the tops of my thighs, standing and looking and seeing rock and that's all is one of the best feelings there is, period. There's no baggage with that, just have to get up there.
So, I'm having lunch yesterday with Dave and someone who introduced himself as John, and we start talking about projects what were working on. The topic of patterns comes up, and I mentioned I really only was familiar with two... John then said to come by and pick up a book, he had plenty. He then got up and I saw his badge, and of course, it was John Vlissides. I didn't know it was him, but I did drop by his office for a book. Computer scientists are like radio stars, you don't know who they look like.
Marc Salem is definitely a worthwhile show... see it if you can. That's all, I'm gonna go watch Seinfeld.
Publications? Well, I don't have many, and the ones I have aren't worth mentioning... My fellow labmates are doing quite well, a couple at icfp, some here, some there... My thoughts tend to come in the scrambled variety, which doesn't translate well onto paper... oh well. I guess this will ignite something to motivate me. I've been told my fellow PRL'ers hold my "lack of motivation" against me, which is unfortunate and unfounded. I don't lack motivation, it just gets overshadowed by passions for other things... it's still there.
Some random pictures taken by not me around New York.
OK, why do people watch reality television shows... dysfunction, right? People are attracted to other people's problems, so where do people bring their problems... therapy! So why not have a show based on couples therapy or child therapy or child/parent therapy. Each week a new type. First week, a couple has stopped talking. Second week, a kid will only eat red things. Third week, you get the idea. This is gold.
naaaaahhhh, nothing great, but certainly nothing bad.... a real fun evening, even though it rained in the *most* inopportune times. I do remember trying to convince people of the fact that walrus milk was 87% -- I meant 18%, and I'm pretty that's right, I saw it on National Geographic. I want to get a Taylor today, though I've wanted one for a looooooooooooooong time. I remind myself of Wayne in Wayne's World drooling over that white strat. The only difference is that this is the most delicious guitar in the world, and that was just a strat. We'll see what shakes down.
A nice long run to clear my head and veins, but more than the run, the music. I mean, if eating potato chips involved listening to music and getting a potato chip high, I'd probably do that every morning... luckily it doesn't.
Now, I just need to investigate the ladies that may have moved next door... we took a detour before heading down to the city last night, but that had gone by the time we got back. A really manly detour, too, as I was explaining; three guys, some Pringles, and 10000 Maniacs unplugged. But, anyway, hesitancy got me in the end...
hmmmmm.... I think I f'ed up? I guess my mind on one thing takes it off of the other...
So we left the city last night around 10pm... why? Anyway, good turkish food, good company, just shouldn't have left at fucking 10pm on a Friday, but it's cool. All this doesn't really mean shit, can't get in touch with my bro, hope the hurricaine didn't hit him too hard....
OK, I just tried registering for some internal IBM thing, and they said the user name 'assnoodles' was taken... no, I don'y buy it.
Should I dress nicely today? To me that means not wearing anything that says "fuck" or suggests attacking other countries... Secondly, I just grabbed a minidisc labled "Minus, etc." and this is not Minus at all. OK, enough.
Well it's not my last day tomorrow, but it was going to. I'm glad it's not, I've actually started to enjoy it here. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to visit people later next week then head back to Boston, but it's really becoming tolerable (and then some) here. I'll have to finish my poster, on which I've promised to put an octopus, keeping up the AOP theme. We'll see. I had some today, but they seemed contrived; I don't want to force an octopus to be here, it should fit, it should feel welcome.
It's funny, when Alkaline Trio played at Bottom of the Hill in San Francisco, Matt went on about their first song, and how they wrote it in San Francisco -- or he did, at least. Anyway, you would think San Francisco, but no, it's Nose Over Tail. What do you know?
I did reacquaint myself with how good a record Pretty Hate Machine is today. That was right before I played Scrabble for the first time in a long time... quite a pleasant game. I even had the chance to play 'qaid' which means caid, and I have no idea what that means. But, that's the best thing, meaning doesn't really matter, and for that, Scrabble is really a superficial game, in a good way of course. It's all about external appearance... I don't really know what that means, it's just a fun game.
For the record, I'm listening to San Francisco now, but not for long, I have to finish that stupid poster tomorrow, so it's off to bed for me.
So, I played frisbee with the Hawthorne people for the first time today, it was fun, I just hate frisbee... I think it's because I'd play with horrible people at UF, and that turned me off. The other problem, I think, is that you can't touch anyone. At least in soccer you can nudge (or punch), and in football you can just lay someone out. It's a lot more fufilling to level someone, as opposed to just running around. But, that's just me. I used Alex's shirt, because it was wet and muddy outside, and I can't wait to see him when he comes in today, I'll for sure take a picture, he's going to freak out.
Of all the wierd searches leading to pages on this site, I think poop-deck endometriosis takes the cake... endometriosis is a plevic pain in women, and I'm assuming poop-deck is a bathroom, or maybe slang for ass, I don't know. Anyway, google returns one hit? ? ?
Things seem to, relatively, be coming together for time before school starts back up. I'll probably make the usual rounds to places I've lived before to see people I haven't seen in some time. Then it's back to Boston, which I'm looking forward to. I can't wait to be settled, at least for a little bit, and Boston is great in the fall.
Nothing meaningful said today, not for a lack of it, just for no desire to write it down.
I learned a new word today, countermand, not a big deal, but it marked to first time in a while I sat down at just read a paper, rather than feverishly coding or feverishly reading a paper for quick understanding. Another thing I look forward to upon returning. I had told my advisor I'd like to come up with a thesis by the end of this year, he suggested that I propose by the end of the academic year; either way is fine by me. So, I've said it, hopefully it works out.
So I updated my CV a little -- because I had to -- and changed my about and other pages a little. I don't know why, maybe it was the cow-lady... Probably that I called my buddy the other day and his voice mail said "this is so and so, graduate student at ...", and I thought about what this page said, and it went on and on about school and work etc... and that's not really what I identify with myself. I mean, when I think to myself, I'm Jeff, _________, that blank shouldn't be filled with school and work and papers and projects. I should contain the holy trinity -- guitar, snowboarding, and scrabble. Really, the holy quintuple of the previous three, beer and cereal, but you add the last two and people start to talk. Yeah, people talk now, but we'll keep it at three.
I found out the other day I'll probably have to instruct a course on my own in the spring, it's fun and deathly-scary, but in a very cool way.
man, I am having an f'ed up dream... I'm being stalked, then that person turned into a cow, after we assembled the top portion of a bunk bed. And, a bunk bed very similar to the one I used to have. Then when we were done, she kept trying to hit me with her hooves. Before that it seemed pretty normal, I guess, for a dream. Maybe it was the wasabi-covered chick-peas I had today, I haven't had those in a while? I doubt it. It could be the peanut butter Puffins.... I usually get regular? I don't know, I guess back to the cow-lady for a couple hours...
yeah, I need to work on #4 when I'm rushing out the door to work.
Badge... check Wallet... check Keys... check Change of undies after biking... Phone... check
P.S. Does anybody want to change office, today is the perfect day to move in here. Jeff is not going to be in we can just dump his stuff somewhere and he won't even notice. Anyone?I had to take action and move all his stuff out.
Still in New York City. Good show Thursday, Natalie Merchant ruled. Some woman from the crowd got to come up and sing and almost fell off... good times. I'm just checking my mail from someone's laptop who was nice enough to let me -- for another cup of coffee, but that's fine. Thanks, Julie. (I just vocally thanked her). I think there's a Puerto Rican parade everyday in NYC, there's one today, of course. Listening to Postal Service.
jesus gets angryand
cindy screams with all her might
with an angry scowlor maybe
carol fills her bowls with blood
such lovely red blood
winter turns to springTo be seen... I'm unleashing this fury on an unsuspecting victim... as soon as she logs on.
angry jan flies through the air
like meat left to rot
don't wanna work
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So, hashing in the city is more fun, in my opinion, than in westchester. Not as much the course or the run, but the people. There are far more in the city and they seemed a little more fun-loving. This is a snap judgement and I could be wrong, but who knows? I'm not sure I'll do the westchester one again, but I'll definitely do the city one again, and I really look forward to trying the Boston one. Another plus of the city one, was that was quite a bit more beer at the end, and no one can argue with that. We ran around (where I don't know), and ended up at some bar (where, I don't know), and I got lost and went the wrong way most of the time... I can only say this, never, never, never, never follow me.
I was informed last night my original accompaniment to see Ms. Merchant tonight cannot show, so I have a quest to find a replacement.
I put one or two more Dispatch pictures up... I may have a few more today.
I was thinking about going to visit a friend in a couple weeks, but that's off now... too bad. I may go to Colorado to head up a couple 14ers, I haven't done that in a while. I've seem a mountain this summer, Mt Marcy, a mountain if you call it that. I don't really have any desire to hang out in Boulder all that much, mainly just go into the mountains. Unfortunately my partner in crime just went up Mt Elbert and Mt Massive, my #1 choices, but there are plenty others.
New York's definitely getting better... it just took meeting the right people, because they were non-existent when I got here. And, of course, the place, and I was was in the wrong one. Next year, the city. A little frustration towards the end I thought I'd avoid, but oh well... got to have a little of that, right? The absense of it felt a little wierd. Anyway, if I can just get Jonah Matranga to sing one song with Alkaline Trio... pipe dreams. And, on the topic of dreams, I'm turning in.
I just heard an interesting point. I said the reason I didn't want to get ice cream was because the ice cream was blue and I dislike blue foods. At which time, someone responded "what about oreos, they're blue." I thought to myself, "good point." Oreos are blue. Yes, they're blue? Yet, again, I went without pants for most, or some, of the morning. It's definitely the way to go, you feel so dry and assertive for the rest of the day. Sam gave a talk to all of the company today and used the word "bifurcate" twice or three times. Not as many times as Paul Horn, but it makes me think maybe I should start using that word. They're big dogs, so if I start saying bifurcate, maybe I'll start being a big dog.
ahhhh, my mentor here referred to the ph.d. I'm supposed to be getting as 'a piece of paper'. Quite a nice thing to hear, quite a nice thing to hear. That's all. Off to celebrate someone's wedding... he wouldn't let me throw him a bachelor party, at least he wouldn't attend it, so I guess this is as close as we'll get. Two more weddings this month, hopefully neither skimp on the booze or bridesmaids, after all, what are weddings for?
I just shared my previous post with others at lunch, and they were sceptical... they better knock in the morning... I can't get enough of the postal service. I'm bound to over-listen to them as I tend to do. Hopefully not, but back to work -- fully-clothed.
I get up in the morning, do my little programming exercise over coffee, then run or skate or work out or something, then ride my bike to the lab every day, so I'm prety hot and sticky when I get here. Hence, I take a shower, but my body temperature is still really high. I've figured that this is probably why I start to smell kind of funny by about 11am, so I'm trying something. Since, the problem is my pants trapping all the heat, the natural remedy is to lose the pants. So, I'll try closing my door and working in boxers for an hour or so until things start to cool down. Hopefully this works.
|I was thinking about a site rehaul, but no ideas, really. My friend did take a picture of me holding asparagus on my couch, it was her idea, not mine. I would never opt to take a stupid picture. I've included a sculpture of mayonaise I made at the museum the other week. Wow, nothing, really right now. It's still really hot here, not as hot as in New Orleans, but still pretty f'ing hot. At least Elimidate is on -- Allstars, too. Finally, I'm getting a tax refund, I think this is the first time ever, at least that I can remember. Someone I went to grammar school with died hiking in Colorado, well, he was ahead of me, but his sister was in my class. This is too bad. I mentioned her the other day because I had bumped into her in Boulder a little while back... that's kind of a coincidence. I need more minidiscs... I made the latest ultimate disc yesterday with Death Cab, Postal Service, a little Cure, NIN, and some other random stuff.|
I think hashing for me is more aptly-called rashing... thanks poison ivy. I gotta quit playing pussy shit on my guitar and find something that'll put hair on your chest. You know, like the crust on bread. That's what my mom used to say, but it took no convincing for me, I love the crust. Not quite much as I like slightly-burnt food, but it's up there.
The crowning achievement, according the Dispatch, was closing Storrow. Granted, the DNC did that all last week, but it was nice to see a band who never made a video and never had a song played on commercial radio close that street. I didn't care, we walked it, as did most people, probably.
The show was correct, they played all the songs people love, a few more, and played for a loooong time -- over 3 1/2 hours, and almost straight through. There was a little lull in the middle when they took turns singing their cowboy songs on the accoustic. But, no worries, any Dispatch show has that, this was just a little longer, it was still great. But, the one thing that showed through, which was no surprise, but was that they aren't great skilled musicians, they made tons of mistakes, but that's not the reason I love their music. It's simple and catchy and resonates in your head all day.
Keeping up the tradition of never walking out of Newbury Comics empty-handed, I picked up Rock Against Bush vol. 1. There's an Alkaline Trio some on there, come one, you have to get it. Though, that song's definitely not one of their best, it's good, but not the best.
I had a vision, which is a party consisting of nothing but corn -- and booze et al., of course. But, food-wise, we start out with a huge stack of corn, and one would walk over, pull the husk on, plop it on the grill -- make small-talk with the grill master, and wait for the corn to cook. It seems like an attainable goal. We're talking lots of corn, I want the cops in the choppers to be able to spot the stack on the roof.
I finally met, Ali, my subletter. We had apparently met the last time I was in, but I wasn't in a state where I could really see faces. So, I re-introduced myself. Natalie Merchant this Thursday, I have officially renamed that day "The Day of Natalie". The minidisc will play all things Natalie, Rhapsody will play all things Natalie, then, of course, the show. At Town Hall, too. That's a cool place for a show, I saw Bela and Edger Meyer earlier this year, they were great.
Ah, it's off to bed for me, though it's hot as nuts here...
A few pictures from Dispatch's last show... a very, very cool one. Although, they just weren't made to play big crowds, hopefully all their new bands stick with smaller venues. Still, a great, one-in-a-lifetime show. I found this poster put up near my place... it's humorous. I'm starving, more later.