Yeah, so, I...

Yeah, so, I spent a while working on this crap website. It looks like shit if you have an old browser. It's about my terrible life in Germany.Dig in.

For people who love to argue diction...

The Word of the Day for September 26 is:reiterate \ree-IH-tuh-rayt\ (verb) : to state or do over again or repeatedly sometimes withwearying effectExample sentence: Megan rolled her eyes as her mother reiterated the rulesfor the umpteenth time.Did you know? Can you guess the meaning of "iterate," a less commonrelative of "reiterate"? It must mean simply "to state or do,"right? Nope. Actually, "iterate" also means "to state or doagain." It's no surprise, then, that some usage commentatorshave insisted that "reiterate" must always mean "to say or doagain AND AGAIN." No such nice distinction exists in actualusage, however. Both "reiterate" and "iterate" can convey theidea of a single repetition or of many repetitions. "Reiterate"is the earlier of the words -- it first appeared in the 15thcentury, while "iterate" turned up around 1533. Both stem fromthe Latin verb "iterare," which is itself from "iterum" ("again"),but "reiterate" took an extra step, through the Latin "reiterare"("to repeat").

Strange pale fighter you only grow lighter in time.

Everyday my personality gets just a little bit smaller.How about that? That wacky Blake guy's got a damn quote for everything.

survival never goes out of style

In the last couple days, the world championships for track and field has been going on in Canada. They've been showing them on TV here in Germany, and I've been watching it with an unusually strong interest.While watching this, I've come to the realization that - unlike more complicated sports like football, soccer, hockey, or any other such sport with lots of organization and rules - track and field events get at the heart of being human.Just think about it. What are the track and field events? Running the fastest, jumping as far or high as you can, and throwing heavy or pointy things as far as possible.All these things are very useful for one of two things:getting away from something that is going to kill youor killing something.

Happy Birthda...

Happy Birthday to Wesley Snipes!!!!!!!!

exploding cows (again)

A while ago, some guy wrote something about Austrians blowing up cows. I thought I would add to that little tidbit with one of my own.

Paris - It's only two letters away from penis

I went to Paris over the weekend. It was an interesting city, but man it's overrun with tourists. I can't imagine anyone actually wanting to live there.So, I saw the common things.Eiffel Tower - the size of it sneaks up on you.Arch du Triomph (my spelling of French sucks, os Im porabbly rong heer) - smaller than I thought, but has a funny guy with a war helm on, carrying a spear, but naked from the waist down.Notre Dame - cathedrals are rad.Boat tour on the river Seine - got my stupid ass sunburned.Paris subway system - huge and great and the trains have tires.French food - decent, for what I had.Real French Croissant - buttery.Um, I think that's just about everything. Nice place to visit, never'd want to live there. I'd go back at some point to see some museums, though.Oh yeah. I also kept getting this strange feeling that it would be really easy to understand French if the people would just enunciate.

Slugs

I hate slugs. I always have, but I never really thought about it much because I didn't come into contact with them too often. But now I see them all the time, and they piss me off 'cause I have to make sure I don't step on them if I don't want a huge pile of goo on the bottom of my shoe.Whenever it rains, all the slugs that live in the bushes around my work come running out (yes, running) to avoid drowning. And the damn sidewalk is littered with them. Most of them are the size of my thumb and they're all this very dark brown color and the skin has some sort of appearance like sandpaper or something else rough that has been covered in slime. And I hate them.

I want to ma...

I want to make a movie where everyone drives Corvette Stingrays and sleeps with mosquito nets over their beds. I don't know why.

I know the pieces fit.

So, new Tool album. Yeah. It's groovy. I've only listened to it about 4 times since I got it about 10 days ago, but it grew on me quite quickly after the initial 'blah' feeling the first listen gave me. Anyway, if you're like Mr. Purple and didn't really get into Aenima, then this one probably won't be for you.I'm just a Maynard whore anyway.

Seems that needlessly it's getting harder to find an approach and a way to live.

"You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, or you can come to terms and realize you're the only one who cannot forgive yourself. Makes much more sense to live in the present tense."- your friend and mine, Eddie V.I've been trying to figure out for a while now how a person can properly self-criticize, and I just don't think it's possible.When you write a story or an essay, you give it to other people so they can tell you what you did wrong. You care too much about your writing to be able to see all it's faults. For similar reasons, it's probably best to peer review your life as well.Basically, I think you need to leave it to other people to tell you where you're fucked up. And your job is to tell them and yourself that they're full of shit where you can, and try and accept it when you can't. That seems to be the only way to get things done. Maybe I'll actually do that someday.In other news, I found out that some guy I was good friends with for the first half of my life is now a professional soccer player. That was weird.

I am, myself, like you somehow...

Garrison Keillor sums up my life:"I think of people who, in their 20s, seem 40-ish or older, as if they had always aspired to skip their youth and go straight to the conventions of middle age. They listened to their parents' cautions much too well and avoided excess and frivolity and they land in their 30s in good jobs with good benefits and wind up feeling that they skipped an essential step in growing up."But there is yet still time...