tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59578042009-02-21T08:17:26.858-06:00Randomness becoming more philosophical everyday.neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-1136530172376441632006-01-06T00:48:00.000-06:002006-01-06T00:49:32.386-06:00

Tomorrow(today) I am starting over.

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I was racking my brain today (don't worry, it's a decidedly short rack.) trying to remember the last time I felt happy. And I'm not talking about feeling happiness, but feeling overall happy for some extended period of time. Thoroughly, out and out contented. That no matter what happened not just that everything would work out, would in the end be okay, but that the sadness did not matter.

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I am right now listening to an old mix that I made for someone. Yes it was for a girl. I came across it in my CD collection, unlabelled, just sitting there. Wondering what it was I popped it in my computer and pressed play. I knew immediately, by the first song, who I had made it for. Before you start wondering why I have this mix, I often make two copies. Most often this is not so i can

neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-1135269843967945752005-12-22T10:17:00.000-06:002005-12-22T10:44:04.016-06:00

I have come to the conclusion that I totally suck. My grades came in and I got an A- and two B+'s. That's right, all shit half grades, which I probably deserved. Why? Because I do a lot of nothing everyday. And my schoolwork suffers. So I am becoming a Monk. I'm shutting myself in my room for the next year and a half. Do not try to contact me. I need to bring it up to a 3.8, Which means

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So I have a ton of work to do. A ton. I have to write fifty+ pages in the next 9 days. Number written so far 0. That is approximately 5 pages per day for those of you keeping up. Fifty is the low end by the way. So I'm postinf here instead to ask myself, why do I procrastinate so much? well the reason is two fold as far as I can tell. 1st: I have no desire to write the paper that is due

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The way we think of dreams and use the word dream revels in contradiction. Dreams take on a variety of meaning for us. The question may be whether there is any truth or just convience in these uses.I. The Dream of the PharohThe dream as prophecy.For those of you perhaps unfamiliar, in the book of Genesis, the Pharoh has a dream. In the Pharoh's dream, he sees seven fat handsome cows by the

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I really really like pie. Many of you have no doubt heard me utter my almost ubiquitous "hmmm pie." at the mere mention of the word, or something that sounds like the word, or drunk, whatnot. But there is more to pie than that. For me, pie is a transcendental act. Its enjoyment, its consumption more than just the satisfaction of the craving (a craving is momentary; pie, is anything but for

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Many days I feel of little importance. I know this probably shocks many of you due especially to my almost constant braggadacio and whatnot, but I still cannot shake the feeling that I mean almost nothing. I told someone recently (I can't remember who, if it was you, sorry) that the real thing I have going for me in life is potential. In fact, this does nothing to set me apart from anyone else

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I told sam a number of weeks ago that I would update that week. It was a lie. I meant it when I said it, but the actual fruition of truth never really germenated from the intent of the seed planted. So here I am, some passage of time later, posting out of procrastination, more than the desire to belatedly nuture life from said dormant and slighted seed. I am supposed to be reading GWF

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I've been reading a lot about serial killers in the past few days. Yes Serial Killers. I think it started with a fascination with the Sufjan Steven's song John Wayne Gacy Jr.. It is one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written. So careful not to step on toes with sympathy for any party involved (either "bad" or "good") but instead it holds a sadness aimed at the whole series of

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I went to this next hot dog stand on a whim. It didn't go particularly well.Moe's Maxwell Street PolishBryn Mawr and N. BroadwayChicago, IL Atmosphere: Moe's is a walk up establishment. It does not as far as I can tell have anywhere to sit. This would be a fine idea if, say, it were near a large bar district, which it is not, or if there were a lot of people who walked by that area, which I

neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-1126586723682443442005-09-12T23:35:00.000-05:002005-09-13T00:35:45.910-05:00

I know, I know its been a while since I wrote but I have several updates. I've been to four more hot dog stands in my quest for the perfect chicago dog. (Which I am beginning to feel does not exist.) And I make no promise to get all the reviews up today, I will indeed get at least one or two. We shall see.AJ'S GRILL6141 N BROADWAY STCHICAGO, IL 60660 Warning: hot dog number two was consumed

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Everybody has their journeys in life. Mine is one wrought with adversity and triumph, love and heartbreak. I have decided to dedicate much of this page for the next few months (read: until I'm finished) to the greatest of chicago pastimes (well behind drinking and maybe deepdish): the chicago dog. My plan is to hit every hot dog stand within a few blocks of the Redline starting on the northside,

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I cannot believe I haven't updated since I've been in Chicago. Oh well. I'm just reading Nick's blog and suddenly the angsty feeling I was going to write about has somewhat left me. It's after three in the morning. I'm up for no good reason. I did nothing today. but I have kick-ass friends who sometimes inadvertantly remind me that is a lot of good stuff in the world. Like the Inotnation

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One of the things reasons I came back to Cincinnati this past week was because I had to clean out my closet (literally, to go with the figurative one I've been trying to do for the past three or four months.) I found all these nice little things from my friends from over the years, many from a long time ago. People seemed to remember me as having rough exterior, but an easily found downy soft

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We Will Never ForgetI was the 911th person to look at this site so I believe today will live in infamy all across the world. I'm in cincy which so far has not been bad, but I still have a week to go. And I'm taking the bus back. The only other time I've ever taken a Greyhound was with Philip during the Cincy RIOTS, yes riots. My dad picked us up in Indy cause you couldn't get downtown due to

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roo drunk to respond. (i.e. a good day.)

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Ah nostalgia...I went to see a movie "Fear and Trembling" all by myself. I liked it. it was a little slow, and a bit unispired at times, but overall it was good film and interesting story. The strange thing was I walked out of the theatre (that how we spell it in Texas) to my car and for the first time felt a sense ofendearment to the city, coupled with a sense of loss. Not an unhappy loss

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NOTHING important ever happens to me.I am as usual incredibly bored. i have been out of shool for 6 days now. Thats it, six days. i am already bored out of my mind. I read, i play video games, I watch TV. That's prety much it. Could i be any more boring? I see nothing interesting. I meet no one interesting. i am a waste of space. I am seriously going out of my mind trying to find

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CATBUS, and other meanderings...So I guess I'll start out with what You're all wondering which is what the fuck is CATBUS. CATBUS could be any number of things. But the CATBUS I'm talking about is a circa 1999 Rav4 (no space before the four)that has vanity plates. They say "CATBUS." I guess "Homely Middle Aged Woman with No Life or Friends" Wouldn't fit on the plates (Things after all are not

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What I want to know is why am I subbing today? Now normally this would not be a quesion that I would ask. We sub each others classes, and we get paid more for it. Fine, but the point I'm making here is, why am I subbing today when the Seniors are gone and there are teachers who teach only Seniors. That means they are not teaching. At all. They have the day off. I teach two senior classes,

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I'm getting soft. I blame you.

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God I lover Chicago. Everyone here is used to this thing called waiting. People in Dallas do not know what this is. I walked off the plane and it was cold here. it is fuckin hot in Texas right now. I'm serious, I have a sunburn. Its amazing the climate change a thousand miles can make. Anyway, I'm going to go have fun in my favorite place now. I'm incredibly excited to re-relocate. Dallas

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I'm leaving the Church.

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