Month: March 2001

Last night I saw the band 3 Song Circus at The Point in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania. The band is made up of Andy Stochansky, Erin McKeown and Jian Ghomeshi (from Moxy Früvous). They played almost all “new” songs, which they are trying to get used to playing so they can record them on their own future albums. First of all, Andy was very weird. I’m not sure if he’s like that all the time, or if it was just because he was drunk.

At one point in the show, Erin left the stage, so he and Jian told a story about when they were in Brooklyn taking ecstasy. Andy, after taking the drug, was not prone to its “feel-good” effects, and was not impressed with watching everyone else at the party “hug each other.” (Jian commented something like, “If you think that we were hugging, that’s where the problem is in the first place.”) So he departed to a room somewhere. Jian later found him in the room, naked in the fetal position, writing “lyrics” down. Andy explained that he had the unrepressable urge to write down lyrics in Ukrainian. Upon inspecting the lyrics, Jian came to the conclusion that they were not in fact written in Ukrainian, they were just chicken-scratch.

Well, the concert was lots of fun, and the performers might have been a little tipsy, but they were having a good time. For their encore, they played With Or Without You, by U2, with their own interpretations. In the end, I’m looking forward to Jian’s new solo album. I may go out and get Erin’s albums. I’m not so sure about Andy. Again, maybe he was just drunk.

“The Bible says that if you spare the rod you’re going to spoil the child,” [the pastor says]. “I have the Scriptures that give me the right to do it.”

“I’m not saying you can’t whip your children, I’m just saying you can’t leave marks like this on them,” [the judge ruled].

[The parents] said no child is permanently injured and the bruises go away.

Read the article if you think you can. This link was beaten out of David Gagne, but it’s okay, because his bruises aren’t permanent.

So I talked the woman who hit my car, and I decided to just get an estimate and she said she would write me a check. Sounds easy enough. This way we don’t have to involve insurance companies. Fine with me.

At work, our DSL company (Northpoint — check out their press release) decided to sell its assets and disappear. So now we’re stuck with a 56k dial-up connection until our service company secures a deal with a new DSL company. And at the moment, we won’t be able to get any work email to our server. That’s a big problem. It’s 7:00, I’m at work, and on hold with our internet service company right now.

Driving home from work today, my car was hit by someone else’s. The owner of the silver Audi (or at least, the driver) and I pulled over to the side to swap information. She was in a rush. She was late for something important. She had no idea where she was going. She wasn’t paying attention. She attempted to change into my lane as I was right there. She was kind of cute. She asked me if I knew where such-and-such road is. As we know, it’s somewhat difficult for two particles, let alone two cars, to occupy the same spot at the same time. Hence, collision. Hence, the front driver’s side corner of my car is scratched up. I guess now I’ll actually have to start paying my insurance bills.

If I had only seen this site before my senior prom, there would have been none of those awkward moments.

It seems I am not alone. I drive while drowsy. I do not get enough sleep. This article may explain a lot about how I feel all day.

I visited a potential place of dwelling tonight. I met my would-be roommate. They guy was pretty cool. The place wasn’t terrible. Either I would rent one room for $400/mo or two rooms for $650/mo. I might have gone ahead and rented just one room, but then I’d have to pay for storage somewhere, and we would have to find a third roommate. That would leave very little room in the apartment. To park my car in a garage (so I wouldn’t have to search up and down several blocks for a spot every night) would cost an additional $90/mo. There’s no washer or dryer, as well as no dishwasher. More and more, this place sounded more unappealing. Kristen came along, which is good, because I don’t like doing this sort of stuff by myself.

I think I’ll be able to find a nicer place for $650/mo somewhere else. Anyone got any leads for me yet?

Darren and I attempted finally to go see Traffic. Right as we stepped up to the window, after waiting on a long line, they flashed SOLD OUT on the screen. We proceed to go rent a movie to watch over at Stacey’s and Jen’s place. We decided on Almost Famous, which turned out to be a pretty good movie.

At the end of the night, right after taking the video back to the rental store, I realized I was missing my wallet. I called Jen to ask her if she could look at her apartment. She couldn’t find it. So Stacey, who was driving, took me back to her apartment to try to locate it. I called Darren to ask if maybe I left it in the van. No luck at either places. So I called the video store (where we just came from). They said that they just turned a wallet over to the police department, but couldn’t remember the name. I guess my name doesn’t really stick out in anyone’s mind.

Anyway, I called the police department, and they said a wallet was just turned into them, and that I should come to the station to pick it up. So Stacey and I go back on the road to conclude the adventure. I walked into the department, and the officer there handed it over to me. He didn’t even ask if it was mine. He didn’t ask for any alternate forms of identification. He didn’t mention that my license showing was expired. (Yes, my valid license was there too, but hidden.) Luckilly, none of my six dollars was stolen.

Somehow I seem to be able to come up with the strange run-ins with the police.

I’ve made some progress in the search for a new place to live. Rent.net found me someone who has an apartment and is looking for a roommate in Jersey City. I called up the guy and we set some time on Monday to meet so he can show me the place. The rent would be either $400/mo for one bedroom or $650/mo if I buy out the second of three bedrooms. I’d probably buy out the other bedroom — I think I can afford that. I’d still be paying a lot in tolls to and from work to live in Jersey City, but I’d be spending less money on gasoline.

It’s nice to come home to someone who pays attention to you and wants to pay attention to you. It’s nice to come home to someone who will sit in your lap and look up at you with cute eyes. I like coming home to someone who you can cuddle with and who wants you to scratch them behind their ears. It’s nice coming home to someone who licks your hand and nibbles on you lightly. It’s nice coming home to someone who will purr when you hold them. Yes, I’m really going to miss my roommate’s cat when I move out… I’d get my own if I thought I’d be home enough to take care of one.