Feb

3

Not everyone cares about the Super Bowl…

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Today, my sister, my wife, and I went to Costco to do some regular weekly shopping. Well, not so regular, but its cheaper to buy eggs and bagels in bulk from there for a week or so. Most of the people there had a few cases of beer or they were looking at the party trays. Super Bowl Sunday, I know.

For me, I really haven’t paid much attention to football in a good number of years, it feels like. Last time I was at a Super Bowl party was back in 2004 when I celebrated my 21st birthday then made wings a few days later or so. Was definitely an enjoyable party over at my old friend Andrew Gluchov’s place. He was the bassist for Right Turn Yield.

Needless to say, I haven’t really followed any teams. I look at my Buccaneers‘ wins and losses, but I can’t tell you half of the folks on the team anymore. Seriously. I look at the roster, and I don’t know anyone. Well, I know of a few.

But as to the Giants or the Patriots? I used to root for the Giants when I was growing up because that’s who my dad was rooting for. And even still, I’d root against them whenever I wanted to see him “mad.” Of course, my father-in-law is an ex-New Yorker as well, so it doesn’t bode well for me on those regards.

What I do forsee for my evening is this: studying for my tests this week, my quiz and lecture for another, and watching some shows off of the DVR with my wife. Because not everyone cares about the Super Bowl… Nope. Sometimes you just need to let the things happen and you can read the box scores later.

Feb

2

Clean and easy, my ass…

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Today, my parents came up. Originally the plan was for mini golf down on the other side of town, but Sarah’s back still isn’t fully better, so we had a nice family breakfast at Perkins then back to our apartment where we sat around and talked for a bit and showed the cats plenty of attention.

Not only did I get a nice devil’s food cake from my mom for my birthday, but when I had mentioned that I needed more printer cartridges soon, they picked me up an ink refill kit. For as long as I’ve used computers, I’ve never used these. I’ve never had a desire to use one of these. And after today, I know why.

I have a Lexmark X1150. I picked it up for just under $100 when I got it new a few years ago, and its served me well. I don’t use the scanner much, but every so often it really comes in handy. Needless to say, between printing for class, for Sarah, and for other things around the apartment, I go through ink at a fairly moderate pace. I buy new cartridges on average every 4 months or so. This ink kit boasted that it would stop those worries. Cool, I guess.

So I open it up. I start reading this long multi-page flip instruction sheet. I find mine and it says something about drilling an air vent. Uh, okay? I take the little drill tool and do so. Then I try the syringe. Doesn’t work at first. Oh, looks like I lost the ball bearing, okay. I fix that. I start trying to push the syringe down, and it keeps saying something about some sort of syringe assembly or something of the sort. I have no clue.

If all of that seems jumbled, well, that’s exactly how I felt. I pushed out maybe 2-3ml of ink and then I couldn’t push any more. I saw that the needle was a little bent, so I straightened it back out, it seemed water was going through it fine to me too. Not my call. I capped things up.

And tried to clean off my hands.

All I can say is, I still have a ton of black ink on my hands. It looks like I tried to kill Ziggy or something of the sort.

As the title says: clean and easy, my ass.

Finally, before I settle down for my first of my two lectures to watch of the day, I’d like to note that I found the quote that I was looking for, so soon my about page will be finished…

Feb

1

Twenty five times around the sun, and I’m starting to learn…

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I’d like to thank the folks who wished me a happy birthday, the multitude of them. The wishes varied in distance from California to Japan to Michigan to Pennsylvania to down the road to even the next building on campus over and states even in-between and across. This year was a bit different for me.

Sarah’s back went out on her on Wednesday night. I had to miss class that evening to head with her to CentraCare to get what was necessary so that could be taken care of. She had today off, and it didn’t really feel like it was my birthday for me. I feel like I should put it on hold and celebrate it later on sometime, just for the sake of preservation.

But then again, I’m okay with that. See, I’m one of those folks that I believe that you shouldn’t just celebrate someone on their birthday. There are 364 other days a year to remember your friends, family, and loved ones. This isn’t a shot at anyone who remembered yesterday and anyone like my old roommate Nathan who needed to look at a calendar to know that today’s February 1st. Its just my thoughts and feelings. Just like I’ve got a lot of thoughts and feelings about Santa Claus and how he’s really real and such. But that one I’m waiting for another month or so, I believe.

And about yesterday’s entry: For folks who aren’t familiar with me and my feelings this time of the year, I usually reserve my January 31st post to reflect my feelings on my birthday. I’ve kept it as a three year streak, starting first in 2005, then in 2006, and finally 2007. Yes, I just did it for 2008, I know, but this time around, I decided that I didn’t want to use someone else’s words to tell my story. I wanted to finally use my own. I need to thank my old freshman roommate Rob for reading over it to make sure that it made sense. Even though he’s only an English Lit major and not a poetry dude, he did a good job of being an educated reader, and I appreciate that.

Also, don’t expect to see many of my own writings of that sort here, though. With copyright and internet infringement, I feel its best fit that I don’t publish writings myself. One might say that’s an interesting paradox with the free distribution of my music on my page, but even still, I feel that’s a bit more defensible and set up than me writing something and it being copy and pasted…

Before I continue on that mindset, I’d like to thank everyone for the feedback on the music over there. I’ve heard a lot, and folks have been kind in donating as well too. Thank you for that everyone who’s taking the time and a few dollars and sent them my way. It all helps with site upkeep and keeping me up here. Years down the road if I ever become a famous writer, you can say you were my first patrons supporting me…

And back on the other track… Speaking of another copy and paste, I feel the need to link over to something very nice that I read today. Jonah Matranga posted a wonderful blog about progressives and voting. I really enjoyed what he said, and as you can see, I left what became the first comment there on that blog. He left me a really nice comment over on my myspace which I’ll honestly treasure for a while. I have a lot of major major respect for Jonah as an artist in all of his endeavors, and I’m just really sad that when he was here in Orlando back in November that I couldn’t get to the show. Been a fan of his for quite some time now and his artistic mind is just incredible to me.

Oh, and for those wondering… Yes, I voted for Obama in the primaries… I bought myself The Audacity of Hope as a birthday gift (along with Kamau Brathwaite’s Dream Stories because it looked interesting) today. When I finish reading it, I’ll speak more about my thoughts on politics and this election…

And I’m hoping to have in my hands the quote that I really want to have on my about page that I think best describes my blog… Soon… Soon.

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