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Originally uploaded by ekissam.
7.04.2006
6.27.2006
6.11.2006
last day off and such
our last real day off was last sunday, the 4th. instead of sleeping in, cleaning, grocery shopping, or doing nothing- like my penultimate last day off- i got together with a group of coworkers to make the most of it. we all hopped into a car and headed out to albuquerque for the hinkle family fun center! we gave ourselves something like 5 or 6 hours. . . thinking we’d get sick of it eventually. it was hot and sunny, so there’s no better place to start than the bumper boats, where we can soak each other and cool off a bit. my first boat had a bum motor, so lesley pushed me over to the edge where i switched boats. . . only to get one that didn’t spray. . . dammit. either way we all got sufficiently soaked. . .
hey, why not dry off while playing some put put golf? -last year, when a group of us went to the fun center, there weren’t enough people interested in put put, so we skipped it. . . i really thought i missed out. . . . i found out this time, that i didn’t. remember put put? . . .with the windmill, and the clown mouth, and holes that you had to sink in order to end up in a good area on the green, sand traps, hills, and other such obstacles? apparently the hinkles never saw these. the only ‘obstacle’ was water. WHA???!!! no windmill!. . . no closing clown mouth! for a couple of holes, using our own putters, we simulated windmill blades. . . or whatever- just to make it interesting. perhaps, this being the desert and all, water was thought of as enough of a exotic item that making it the singular obstacle was enough. there were two courses, the ‘lake’ and ‘stream’ course. . . hmmmmm. we started skipping holes, and just hitting the ones we thought looked more fun. and we finally finished it up.
then, onto go carts! yeah. . . a bit of action. . . finally. and around this time we kind of noticed that time may become and issue. we still had a lot of tokens for the arcade, and we had laser tag left. . . and a couple of us wanted to try this virtual game. we all hit the arcade for a little bit while waiting for our turn at laster tag. last time there was only a group of five of us. there were 7 of us on the trip, and we were joined by something like another ten people. . . maybe more, it was pretty damn crowded. it’s always a good time, and we even tried to have a bit of strategy- lie moving in teams and guarding base and such. hmm, maybe it’s my lack of strategy. . . . because. sad to say, i am particularly bad at laser tag. it’s possible that i redeem myself through the virtual robot war game, which i won. but the group of us squeaked that in even after the 10pm closing. so, the 7 of us now have this bucket-o-tokens if we ever get back.
10:30 on a sunday in new mexico is not a good time to want to eat dinner out. luckily the summer hours at some fast food joints have kicked in. so we grabbed some concrete outside the wendy’s and enjoyed our dinner.
so, that’s it till july 2nd. we ‘re actually just finishing up our first long week. sort of an exciting night. a light focus going on real slow and all. the raked deck has a split in it to open up and reveal a new scene. it’s half the deck, so it’s pretty large and heavy. it’s counterweighted by these large water ballasts below the stage. the ballasts are on arms and it will only take the strength of two operators to move the whole deck. well, last night, during focus- tomorrow being tech, one of the arms snapped and a part of the deck attempted to cantilever up. like a mini earthquake on stage. it was fixed toa point where we could continue the focus. . . but it will be interesting to see if and how it’s fixed for use tonight in tech. . . .
till later.
hey, why not dry off while playing some put put golf? -last year, when a group of us went to the fun center, there weren’t enough people interested in put put, so we skipped it. . . i really thought i missed out. . . . i found out this time, that i didn’t. remember put put? . . .with the windmill, and the clown mouth, and holes that you had to sink in order to end up in a good area on the green, sand traps, hills, and other such obstacles? apparently the hinkles never saw these. the only ‘obstacle’ was water. WHA???!!! no windmill!. . . no closing clown mouth! for a couple of holes, using our own putters, we simulated windmill blades. . . or whatever- just to make it interesting. perhaps, this being the desert and all, water was thought of as enough of a exotic item that making it the singular obstacle was enough. there were two courses, the ‘lake’ and ‘stream’ course. . . hmmmmm. we started skipping holes, and just hitting the ones we thought looked more fun. and we finally finished it up.
then, onto go carts! yeah. . . a bit of action. . . finally. and around this time we kind of noticed that time may become and issue. we still had a lot of tokens for the arcade, and we had laser tag left. . . and a couple of us wanted to try this virtual game. we all hit the arcade for a little bit while waiting for our turn at laster tag. last time there was only a group of five of us. there were 7 of us on the trip, and we were joined by something like another ten people. . . maybe more, it was pretty damn crowded. it’s always a good time, and we even tried to have a bit of strategy- lie moving in teams and guarding base and such. hmm, maybe it’s my lack of strategy. . . . because. sad to say, i am particularly bad at laser tag. it’s possible that i redeem myself through the virtual robot war game, which i won. but the group of us squeaked that in even after the 10pm closing. so, the 7 of us now have this bucket-o-tokens if we ever get back.
10:30 on a sunday in new mexico is not a good time to want to eat dinner out. luckily the summer hours at some fast food joints have kicked in. so we grabbed some concrete outside the wendy’s and enjoyed our dinner.
so, that’s it till july 2nd. we ‘re actually just finishing up our first long week. sort of an exciting night. a light focus going on real slow and all. the raked deck has a split in it to open up and reveal a new scene. it’s half the deck, so it’s pretty large and heavy. it’s counterweighted by these large water ballasts below the stage. the ballasts are on arms and it will only take the strength of two operators to move the whole deck. well, last night, during focus- tomorrow being tech, one of the arms snapped and a part of the deck attempted to cantilever up. like a mini earthquake on stage. it was fixed toa point where we could continue the focus. . . but it will be interesting to see if and how it’s fixed for use tonight in tech. . . .
till later.
spraylesley
spraylesley
Originally uploaded by ekissam.
dammit. my sprayer's down, guess i'll shoot pictures instead.
travistrap
travistrap
Originally uploaded by ekissam.
travis, you're off the course. how are you gonna pop that thing back onto the green?
gocartlineup
gocartlineup
Originally uploaded by ekissam.
common, we've been bored off our asses on the put put course. let us go!
soul meets body
I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new
Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here
I cannot guess what we'll discover
We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain
I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
-Death Cab for Cutie
I will follow you into the dark
Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles brusied by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark
-Death Cab for Cutie
what sarah said
And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breathes as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that out memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself
'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"
So who's going to watch you die?..
-Death Cab for Cutie
-Death Cab for Cutie
5.27.2006
i don't feel. . .
hear i am, with a day off- (it’s still pretty early in the season) and i can’t seem to be inspired by anything to do.
of all the books on my shelf that are unread, i don’t feel like reading any of them.
i saw davinci code last weekend, and x-men last night, and nothing else seems to be striking my fancy.
i should have plenty to catch up on from work- blogwise, but i don’t feel like it.
i should run around a get some errands out of the way, but i don’t feel like it.
i should go to the gym, but i don’t feel like it.
i should wax my legs, but i don’t feel like it.
i should shower before going out, but i don’t feel like it.
(guess i could rationalize that i want to conserve water. . . )
there’s some cleaning around the house that’s begging to be taken care of. . . but i don’t feel like it.
i kinda just want to sit around and read a comic book, but i don’t have the one i want, which should spawn into a shopping trip, but i don’t feel like feeding the retail therapy beast today. daily show looked like a set of repeats this week, so i started downloading more episodes of QI. . . what is it about an intelligent and comedic british guy, that their ability to talk with a slight air of knowledgeable authority will immediately turn them into drool material? add a bit of daring 80’s androgynous make up and i’m a puddle of mush on the floor.
man, i wish i could carry more information in my brain. . . and have it easily accessible. the bizarre facts that stephen frye spouts out during the show are so fantastic, and yet, by the end of an episode i’m not even able to relate what was discussed in a general sense, let alone a true factoid. i have a few friends that are better with archival, historic, and obscure trivia type knowledge- i kind of categorize them together in my head, but none of them have ever met one another. i love being around them and getting them started on a subject. john, sarah, and neill. . . they’re all incredibly well spoken too. . . one finally started a blog, which i love reading, and i’ve prodded the other two several times, to little avail. if they were to write a book together, or have a talk show of some kind. . . that is exactly what i would be in the mood for right now. . . which is possibly why i’ve filled the void with QI. . . and the lack of initiative for the day. . . because what i want doesn’t exist readily available to me. ouch. . . self realization. . . i want something i can’t have. good theme for the day.
and tell me, why is it that on a day like today- where i decide to shun the outside world and human interaction-even possibly only leave my room for proper edible provisions and bathroom breaks, that i can’t for the life of me figure out a way of having large quantities of chocolate delivered directly to my door?! or perhaps some coldstone creamery ice cream. . . the apple pie flavor sans the apples and made with cake batter ice cream instead of their sweet cream ice cream. dammit. . . .i’ll have to shower and dress if i’m going to procure any of that. i guess now would be a good time to have a compliant boyfriend. . . or just a friend that feels like doting on my pathetic ass. . . or to become incredibly wealthy and partake of my ‘man servant’s’ duties.
do wealthy women have ‘man servants?’.. . . or ‘woman servants?’ as if i will someday need to know the difference. . . BAH!
as john would say, with a wave of his hand, ‘bring me my grapes!’
i have this itch to do something, but i am completely uninspired. . . and i’ve had a couple of waking hours to work on this. . . so it’s not like i haven’t tried to think of something.
i don’t feel like:
(continued from above)
going to a museum
shopping for groceries
shopping for fun
updating my myspace page/ friendster/ bebo/ facebook/ orkut etc
cleaning
sunning
hiking
cooking
reading
writing- let’s face it, i’m barely doing a mediocre job of updating this blog!
organizing
calling and chatting
listening to radio talk shows
making care packages for people
origami
checking out whatever lame show cable has to offer
figuring out the rubics cube (lasted a full 3 minutes before getting bored)
texting my friends
creating a postcard for postsecret
playing katamari damacy
playing piano (though i wouldn’t mind, it would involve showering and leaving the house which seems like two ‘anti’ steps to get to one that i’m not even sure would be worth it)
sweeping up the dead bug off my bathroom floor
watching out for my roommate’s dog
moping around to melancholy music
see. . . i’ve been mulling it over.
a ‘do over’ on today sounds nice. maybe try waking up slightly earlier and just forcing a day to happen. . . or perhaps i’ll just see if taking on a vampire’s schedule will do the trick. i’ll pass out for the rest of the daylight hours and wake up to see if i feel productive once the sun has gone down. . .. or just fill the rest of the day with however many episodes of QI i can . . . . or my computer can download.
is this the precursor that other people have before they move to spend their entire day drinking or smoking? what makes me more predisposed to just sleeping? ok. . . QI calls. later.
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