February 2012

Dear Potential Employer:

My people skills have been impeccably honed due to two years spent on various large sailing yachts with multiple stinking, farting men, and combined with 14 months grinding corporate cock, I feel perfectly qualified to work within the high-stress, male-dominated atmosphere of Corporate America. I have an ability to compromise, perfected from the lengthy and demanding negotiations involved in my former employment (eg “Give me a blow job”, “No, fuck off”, “Give me a hand job”, “No, fuck off”, “Give me a lapdance”, “OK”) and yet a steely determination of where my goals are and how to achieve them (“It’s 850 bucks for a private room, no fucking freebies”).

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It was namely Georgey’s frank in Tony Blair’s mouth:

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Because who’s counting anyways?:

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From a Washington Post Magazine article this Sunday on the relationship between the Israeli Lobby & US Foreign Policy:

ince the Cold War ended, they contend, Israel has become a strategic liability that ignites terrorism against the West and serves as a rallying cry and recruitment poster for bin Laden and al-Qaeda. What’s more, there’s no particular moral reason for the United States to support Israel. Despite a well-cultivated myth, Israel has always been stronger militarily than neighboring Arab states, racist and discriminatory in treating its own non-Jewish citizens and brutal when it comes to the Palestinians. “The creation of Israel entailed a moral crime against the Palestinian people,” the essay states baldly.

As for the United States, it is the “de facto enabler of Israeli expansion in the occupied territories, making it complicit in the crimes perpetrated against the Palestinians.”

And as a follow up, check out the chat with writer Glenn Frankel on his article.

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This weekend I went to the all and mighty NEW YORK CITY. The main spectacle of the weekend was a trip to Coney Island.

First off, Coney Island is a dirty ass place — a cheap ‘beach’ (gravel and syrienges) and amusement park for city residents to go to on the weekends. There is a plethora of gold chains, tight undershirts, and other humans and animals that may be described as ‘litter’. There was also a Village Voice sponsored concert, so emo kids were in abundance.

There are random events and rides all over. It’s a hodge podge of games and rides with wave after wave of human traffic. But the best and most bewildering game was advertised as ‘SHOOT A LIVE HUMAN’ (others report this as shoot the freak), and sure enough, you could shoot a REAL HUMAN with paintballs. This freak turns out to be a black guy wearing numerous jock straps that darts back and forth between obstacles.

Other events included a trip to the Native American Museum in lieu of a visit to the completely crowded Ellis Island / Statue of Liberty ferry. We also saw Scanner Darkly, and prepared to be subdued in mediocrity (save for Robert Downey & Woody Harrilson). All in all, it was another wonderful weekend spent in the Big Apple.

I’m also pondering doing the Chap Olympics (these are the best photos ever, I’m convinced!).

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Oh home again. The flight into National was alright, except I was late getting to the gate because I got some food and was slow about eating it. I was slow about eating it because the Peruvian behind the counter was chatting me up for a while. So I was late getting to the gate and the gatekeeper yelled at me and I got inside and sat down and they closed the doors and said please turn off your phones now. Then I realized I had forgotten my phone at the security checkpoint. Damn. Thanks to my company I now how a work phone, so I have been using that and I was able to talk to the Indy airport and they are holding my phone for me for when I get back.

So I signed my lease with Fountain Park earlier on Friday, it’s a nice studio by the woods. It’s a bit expensive, but it’s a nice place and it’s a quick walk to work, even quicker than what I do now. It’s also close to Marsh and the post office. I can walk everywhere, I don’t care if gas goes to $4. I also paid my brother’s deposit for IU. Originally he was going to go to Costa Rica with Miss Tara, but he’s gotten into some legal trouble. He and my dad think he should go to IU, the only place he got into, but my mom thinks he should stay at home and get some therapy. She’s totally gay for therapy, even though as far as I can tell she’s still fuckin insane. I guess she throws stuff less.

I have training on Monday through Friday. It’s in Columbia, so I have an hour commute each way. In high school, I used to work at a place in Columbia, so I am quite familiar with the drive. Learning to drive in the DC metro area was interesting.

I had Tara Thai today. It’s so fucking good. I wish I had been able to bring Tara, because come on, that’d be funny and I think she’d really enjoy it. I also watch the Wilco movie I am trying to break your heart. It was too long and too much of a Wilco wank fest. It made the Wilco guys seem really pretentious in my opinion. It was interesting to see them work though. All in all worthwhile.

It made me want to finish our damn record. It’s going to be good I think. I’m also excited about our new songs. It’s weird how certain songs just fit right into place, while you kindof have to massage others to work. I think this record is going to be really cool though. I want to try to get as many people to listen to it. I want people to sing along sometime. That’d be fun.

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And YES, these are elected officials:

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