Friday, October 16, 2009
A library visit more intense than Rush Limbaugh doing... anything. No, really. Imagine that guy brushing his teeth.
"Books like my rims, yo."
I'll get back to you on what that means exactly (but you can still marvel at how cool it sounds).
Funny thing happened, though, when I was renewing my card:
I was still in the system. From seven years ago.
"I'm still in the system? It's really been about seven or eight years since my last visit."
"That is a bit funny. Hm. Usually people only stay in our system for about a year after their card expires."
"Guess you guys thought I'd be back, huh?"
Then, suddenly, the scene changed. A quiet calm came across the librarian and the dewey Chicago atmosphere (No, it's not an outdoor library. Just go with it). It became less "exactly what you think of when you think of library" to "serenity before game-changing bomb-drop."
(Reader - Breathe. In and out. I know this is intense. I have, what you would call, a Mastery in Forshadowfication. Just bear with me for a little longer. Remember... breathe.)
The librarian's gaze into the computer became much less "squinty" and way more "Ohhhhhhhhhhh." I could tell she had our answer. Time stopped. The minute hand on the clock started to turn counter-clockwise.
Or in this case, since we're already talking about a clock... It started to turn counter-wise.
The librarian's mouth started to open, and... Words. Came. Out.
"You have an outstanding fee of $3.35."
Bomb, officially dropped.
I fumbled for the correct response.
"Oh, uhh. Yeah... lemme get that."
"Sure."
A bit of awkward time passed while she was transacting my transaction and renewing my card and gazing. She then gave me my new card, along with the extra-useful keychain attachment.
I said "Thanks," and started to walk towards the door. But instead of opening that very same door, I turned and asked an utterly important question:
"This doesn't go on my credit report does it?"
"Oh? Haha."
I guess I wasn't being taken seriously.
"No, I'm serious."
"I'm really not sure."
Damn it.
In related news, I'm the new poster boy for FreeCreditReport.com.
Damn it.
Monday, October 12, 2009
A new project.
My Ukie has never been good enough to actually read the book, but since I've recently found a passion for writing, I gave it another try. After reading a few pages, I gave up. It would take me weeks to read it, and unfortunately I don't have a firm enough grasp on the traditional Ukrainian language to absorb everything the book could offer.
I brought this up to my dad, and within seconds we found my solution:
I should translate the book.
On Saturday, my dad and I are driving to Detroit to pick up my grandpa's computer. Now you may be thinking, "Hey idiot, get gramps to email the book or put it on a disk. Duh. Idiot." Well, this leads me into obstacle number one:
It's stored on one of these...
After we transfer it over to a working machine, my dad and I are going to write a computer program that will give us a rough English translation.
Then, obstacle number two:
I write.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
I'll take a seat at the bar, thank you.
I'm mid-chapter 21. Kilgore's set to meet Dwayne Hoover, previously Dwayne Hoober, flipped for his race. He's also set to meet his creator - lowercase, for it's Kurt, not God.
Funny, because kids won't even capitalize the beginning of sentences nowadays, more or less what's important to them.
Oh? Carla snuck American cheese into my omlette. That dog...
Butt-end-ingly, coffee washes all of it down and delivers a caffiene surge through my veins. It's time to start my american Day.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Idiot.
Najibullah Zazi, a 24 year old now-alleged terrorist, was arrested this week because of suspicious activity pointing to his potential dealings with terrorism. This suspicious activity was buying massive amounts of beauty products at Denver-area stores.
C'mon guy.
Airports around the world have a rule saying that a person cannot bring any containers of liquid greater than 4 oz. on a plane. Do you know why they have that rule? Because massive amounts of liquid = potential for an explosive device.
I'm assuming he knew this, so what made him think that he could get away with buying 784 bottles of Head & Shoulders?
Now I put "assuming" in italics, because I may be putting too much faith in his potential cognition. I say this, because when asked why he was buying such a large amount of beauty supplies, he told the clerk that they were for "his many girlfriends." Very believable, Mr. Zazi.
I commend the clerk for realizing that this dummy was more than just ridiculous. He was a ridiculous terrorist.
So keep your eyes open people. That guy buying the remote trigger for his Rube Goldberg-buttered-toast-in-78-steps-machine may not be who he says he is.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
"The Outdated Nextel Intercom Noise Text of the Week" Thursday, October 1, 2009 Edition
Anonymous Person 1: "Hold on. I'll call you shortly. (that's my nice, secretary voice)."
Anonymous Person 2: "Vvvrrrrtt. (that's my penis, elongating into shaft-mode)"
You should really hear her secretary voice.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Really? You're gonna do that? You're gonna act like that?
My recent release back into society has been quite interesting.
A great time, of course. I had a (crazy) Canadian named Sebastian and an (even more crazy) Iowan named Abigail visit me this weekend. I met my first blogger friend, hit up the Chicago Fire game, Oktoberfest, Boundary for the Bears game, Sears Tower observatory... pretty good. Seb, Ab, and I even took a morning after family photo. 'Tis pictured above.
But things weren't "all good," as you kids would say. This weekend seemed to be filled with a general lack of human-to-human respect. I'm unsure if this was just an "as of lately" sort of deal in the moody city of Chi, but people have really upped their abilities to act like total dicks.
Deli Story
I was at the grocery store and the deli lady snapped at me for pointing out the flies in the meat and cheese section. Went like so:
"You have some flies in your meat casing there."
"Yes. Ugh. I know. You don't need to point it out." (read it again, but snarling this time).
But the story twists - she proceeded to apologize for the fly problem and her attitude 180ed as soon as she saw I was wearing a boot... I mean, really? Pity? I was buying her Summer Sausage and Monty Jack regardless (I've dealt with more disgusting things in Spain). Lady, just be nice to everybody.
And it's not like I was killing myself over it, but I'm a valiant supporter of "it's the little things make people happy."
Chicago Bears/Boundary Story
Five of us headed out to The Boundary on Division to see the Bears game on Sunday.
We walked (I hobbled) up to the bar and found five open bar stools right in front of the TV playing the game. Any Chicagoan knows this is a monumental discovery during a big Bears game, so of course we tried to take advantage.
The only obstacle was that the fifth seat was separate from the other four. Occupency went like so:
1. Open Seat.
2. Open Seat.
3. Open Seat.
4. Open Seat.
5. Taken Seat.
6. Open Seat.
**And my post just got interrupted by my ma coming home with four Bears tickets for this Sunday's game. I love my life. I bet this guy-I'm-about-to-talk-about's ma didn't come home with Bears tickets. Karma bitch.**
Either way, I asked the Man in Taken Seat if he could move over a stool. Here's how it went:
"Excuse me, sir. My friends and I are trying to sit together. Would you mind moving over?" (now just like above, reread this, but in the nicest voice ever... I mean ever)
"..." (no answer)
"I don't mean to bother you sir, but..."
"You're not bothering me. I'm just not moving."
Stools # 5 & 6 were right in front of a gigantic TV. Unless this man could only see out of the very right corner of his right eyeball, it would have physically made no difference. And he was there alone. I was officially primed for a verbal and physical rebuttal.
So I proceeded to take Stool #6, and, ever-so-slowly-&-annoyingly, jam it in between Stools # 4 & 5, all while muttering things like "Just had foot surgery...," "How rude...," and the ever-so-popular "Muhhh."
He slowly inched away, until I barely fit it into the desired slot. (That's what she said). I gave a flat "Thank you." Event over and da Bears won. All's well that ends well, but still, why can't we just play nice?
Chicago Fire/View Obstruction Story (/song)
My last result-of-this-weekend rant is about my experience at the Chicago Fire game. But instead of telling you the story through straight-posting (south side say "str8 postin'!"), I've rewritten the lyrics to Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive" and renamed the song "I Will Survive (a near death experience at the Chicago Fire game)." Enjoy. I've even included the instrumental so you can sing along. After all, "interactive" is the new "sexy."
And no, I am not a songwriter, so get off my ass about "rhythm." I wrote this angry.
At first I was on
The Miller Party Deck
Kept thinking I was just so hungry
I could really use a snack.
So then I took ride up, up the lift
to the Concession Stand
Just like a man
Getting nachos was my plan.
And so I bought
the loaded chips
Then I walked over to the guard rail
I can really move my hips!
But I should have went back to my seat
I should have left that view
If I had known for just one second
That I'd straight run into you.
(refrain start)
So you stood right, in front of me
And you were so big
that I could barely fucking see
You were such a dick, you wouldn't move, you were so ever mean
you thought I'd back down
you thought I'd cry and leave the scene
Oh no, not I
I will survive
A near death experience at a Chicago Fire Game
I know I'll stay alive
Yeah, sure you're 6'5" and 2 bills
Your tattoos give me the chills
but I'll survive
I will survive
Hey Hey
(short intermission/rollerskating-dance party)
It took all the strength I had
to give you this lip:
"Hey man you're in our way, honestly sir
You're being quite the dick"
So then he turned around and snarled
Started backing his own shit
I almost cried
But then I held my head up high!
But before I
Could say word
Security grabbed his ass and then I said:
"Good riddance you basterd!"
Next time you'll think so damn long and hard
About causing such a stir
Cause the only view you'll be seeing soon:
Soap in the jail shower!
(back to refrain)
(twice, duh)
Long live the king.
Booyakasha.
Give it away. Give it away. Give it away. Now.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
My first night out of the house in a month: Phoenix at the Aragon.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Eff you Italian Consulate.
Ma: "So I called the Italian Consulate to get your sister that work visa today."
Me: "Okay."
What? I was eating. Give me a break.
Ma: "It cost me $3 a minute."
Me: (bar-b-que chicken falls out of mouth) ... (long pause) ... (puzzled look)
Ma: "I called the Italian Consulate today. It's an 800 number. In order to get a student visa in Italy, you have to call the Consulate to make an appointment. When you call, they ask for your credit card number, because it costs $3 a minute to be on the phone with them."
Me: "Wait, so it costs $3 a minute to make an appointment?"
Ma: "Yes. The funny part was, I got charged for a minute while they waited for my credit card to be approved."
Me: "Where is the Consulate?"
Ma: "In Chicago." (we live in Chicago)
Lesson learned. If you're looking to speak to the Italian Consulate, send a postcard. Bastards.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
$100,000 debt? No problem, says the Hildebrandt family of New Richmond, Wisconsin.
Friday, September 18, 2009
The "Kia Rio Fan-Favorite Quote of the Week" Award goes to...
"Well, what happens to a player if he can't hit rock bottom because it already happened? What happens to a player who doesn't have to worry about regaining the trust of his fans because it's already gone? Maybe that player becomes liberated. It's like Seinfeld's famous joke about why old people back out of driveways without ever looking to see if cars are coming. They don't care anymore. They're old. They're backing up, that's that, and we have to get out of their way. Period. I think Jake reached that point. He has nothing to lose because it's already gone. So why wouldn't Jake just go out there, fling the football and have fun?"You can check out Bill's hilariously riotous blog at The Sports Guy.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Beware of the dreaded Flangover.
Now is the time to start that t-shirt company you vehemently rant about, Jacob.
So, as a result of the economy sucking, businesses are losing money. Especially the big ones. For any of you return readers, you know I hate cliches, so I'll attempt to avoid a used one by creating one my own:
The more larger they are becoming today, the quickerer they hit the ground tomorrow.
Thank me later.
So where do these big businesses cut costs? Well, they should be slashing executive salaries (I'm so tempted to go all tangent on you right now, but I'll refrain), but instead they seem to be cutting operational costs.
(Example: Overstock.com has cut costs by apparently NOT testing their products. We'll keep using them as an example, because I hate them.)
Large companies, like Overstock.com, are losing business from two different types of people:
1. The "I've lost so much money that I cannot afford to spend any discretionary income" person.
2. The "I've lost enough money that I cannot be wasting my well-earned dollahs on the crappy customer-care at Overstock.com anymore" person.
There isn't much to be done about Person #1. The government can't even fix that problem.
But... There is an opportunity in wooing Person #2. Large companies are losing business, because people won't put up with their shit anymore. People are being smarter with their money. They're envisioning their money as "worth more," because in many cases, they've had to work harder to earn it. And people are so turned off by spending money that the least bit of crappy service completely closes the door on them really buying anything at all.
So what if one really needs to buy something? Where to?
They're more personal. This idea can easily be grasped by your experience in a Wal-Mart vs. a Ma & Pop. 'Nuff said.
And don't be shy about telling everybody who inspired you (after you succeed, of course).
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Overstock.com is bogus.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
"Who in the Health Cares About Our Well-Being Anyway?" ( A not-so-obvious response to our current Health Care situation)
I get it. You're pushing for Universal Health Care. This new plan you've so proudly graced America with puts Health Care Coverage in the hands of the government. And as much as your political mask covers up the idea of universality, by saying the privately-run organizations will be able to "continue doing business" and their patrons won't be "forced" to stop using them, do you honestly believe these companies will stay afloat? Your new plan will draw people away from the private companies, drive up their prices, draw away more people, drive up more prices... all ending in these organizations going out of business. That would not be good. It would be like if the government decided to start selling cheap cars because Ford's prices were getting too jacked up... (instead they are being pumped full of money, but that's another rant).
(cue new perspective on the Health Care problem)
If you are so goddamn worried about the health of your people, why not just solve the problem by creating laws against the very things that make us sick in the first place?
(And yes, I know the answers are capital and re-election, but I'm going to jam this down your throat anyway in hopes of American political reform... Heaven forbid we collectively realize how stupid American politics is anyway. I mean really - voting? We let everybody vote? What a joke. Everybody includes people who know nothing about the candidates. An American citizen needs zero knowledge whatsoever to decide who will hold the highest held position in the nation? Hahahaha. And to think that the cutoff age for voting is 18 years old. What a rule! Many would say that high school government students know more about our country's politics than their vote-privileged parents. Well, that is until the kids forget it right after they take their finals. If anything needs reform, it's the way we choose our nation's leader.)
Mush. Onward to my point. I know you don't have too much time between now and your next political decision - oh wait, those were decided hundreds of years ago when your party was formed. So much for change!
Really, though. Health of our nation. My 782nd attempt:
Here are the top five leading causes of death in America:
1. Coronary Heart Disease
2. Cancer
3. Stroke
4. Accidents
5. Lung Disease
I don't need to pull up any scientific figures or evidence to say that these leading causes of death can be decreased significantly by the banning of:
1. Alcohol
2. Cigarettes
3. Fast food (and the related)
4. Sitting on the couch, doing absolutely nothing, avoiding exercise
Oh? What's that? It's financially/physically/politically/(insert own adverb here if desired... "funlessly" is a good one) impossible to do these things?
"Damian, have you ever heard of prohibition!?!!?! We've already tried that you ninny!"
"Ban cigarettes? It's my constitutional (cough) right to (cough) smoke whenever I (throat clear) damn well please!"
"Make it to the gym? Dammit Damian! I work so hard all damn day! All I want to do when I get home is lay on my couch and watch reality TV!"
"Damian... excuse me. First off, no comment. But off the record, Phil Morris brings in $50 billion every year. Our government thrives off cigarette taxes."
Alright. You've all made your points ever-so-clearly. If America's culture has taught us anything, harming ourselves is completely in-line with the law. It is our freedom to gamble with our lives through the over-indulgence of cigarettes, alcohol, unhealthy diets, sloth, and otherwise. Short-term goodness with long-term consequence = part of our culture (comparison to American politics anyone?).
Hmmmmm. We're allowed to harm our bodies to the full extent, yet one of our country's main concerns is Health Care. Does anyone else see this as a problem?
Now onto your proposed solution (without the obvious political dress-ups):
Take money from all in order to help the sick become healthy.
This solution helps push us towards the proposed goal - affordable Health Care. Fine. I get that. But why slap a short-term band-aid on a deep wound when stitches are the necessary, long term solution? The logic in your fix is yucky.
So... "What should be done?!?!" you say. Well, Mr. President, I'm glad that you've finally asked. My answer: Instead of fixing "Health Care," fix "health." Let's get our people to lead better lives. With a healthier population, America can worry less about it's Health Care problem. You want to lower Health Care costs? Lead a country of healthy people! Problem solved.
And more opposition:
"People won't just stop smoking! They won't just all the sudden start going to the gym! Stop boozing? Yeah right! Bars are the center of social life in every city in the U.S.!!"
You're so right. This is where all that Health Care money can be used in a more productive way...
Education.
The age of kids discovering cigarettes, alcohol, unhealthy food, laziness... it's getting lower and lower. The government may have imposed a warning on the cigarette box that says "Cigarettes kill," but we all know that peer pressure easily trumps these labels. And that's the obvious killer. Take a look at laziness - it's becoming an everyday pastime with our PS3s, HDTVs, among others. And with these children starting their downward spiral at such an early age, addictions and bad habits are becoming more and more prevalent. The probability of kicking these addictions later in life also decreases. Kids lose their potential for a healthy life before their true decision-making skills even begin to bloom.
Our children need responsible adults to show them how to lead a healthy life - or at least how to dabble in these vices, rather than dive. They need to know the consequences of their behaviors. Bring in a victim of an esophagus removal. Have a 500-pound visitor physically show them how hard it is to live an overweight life. Have a drunk driver in shackles show graphic pictures of a terrible crash they caused. And this is just the beginning. All the money that was going to be used for Health Care can be put towards a variety of programs. I may not be an expert on teaching values to children, but there must be someone out there who is. Find the strategies that work and the people who can execute them. Then, fund them on a national level.
Yes, it's drastic. But it's better to keep the kids healthy and traumatized rather than naive and worrying about who's going to pay for their liver transplant.
Show these kids early on how to be healthy, and they'll pass these values on to their children, and theirs and theirs and so on. Solve the Health Care problem by uprooting, rather than chopping down the tree and leaving a stump. Because if you don't attack a problem at it's core, it will keep coming back to haunt you.
American politicians - fix this problem the right way... the moral way... Don't do this politically.
Show Americans how to be healthy, rather than raise funds to fix their avoidable illnesses. It may not be the popular decision, but remember, Mr. President...
You promised us change. Not popularity. Now give it to us.
Respectfully,
Damian
P.S. This is was not meant to bash you specifically, Mr. President. You're just the easiest target. Personally, I think you're doing a great job representing America. It's the scope of our politics that needs reform. Thank you.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
I'm a naughty Catholic schoolgirl...
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
A "pumpkin" is a large, orange fruit....
Which is the best segue I could conjure up to introduce this post's topic: the Pulitzer Prize winning Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (also part of Oprah's Book Club... but mentioning this may or may not cause you to vomit, so I put it in parenthesis).
Open up your literary mind and add this to your library. You won't regret it.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Odd numbers are the enemy.
If it takes 11 steps to get to the door, take an extra step.
If the volume sits at 63, kick it up a notch to 64.
Crack three knuckles? Crack three more.
Everyday life is a numbers game. Keep things even, and everything is alright. Literally fight off the odds to figuratively fight off the odds. These are the things I think about.
So why? What's the point?
That's the point.
Friday, September 4, 2009
What I've been listening to...
Phoenix - 1901, from the ablum "Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix"
Currently, my favorite band. Check out their music video for this track too. Original and very un-embed-able. Bastards.
Arctic Monkeys - Mardy Bum, from the album "Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not"
"Oh" for Two on video selection. Apparently, my Youtube scavenging skills are piss-poor. At least this one passes the "I'm gonna throw a solo Karaoke party" test.
Barcelona - Stars, from the album "Absolutes"
I spent last summer in Barcelona, so I share a special affinity with this band. Plus - alternative music with electronic work is so 2009.
Ben Folds - Effington, from the album "Way to Normal"
Hahahaha. Wow. Ok, so Ben Folds decided to write a song about a small town in Illinois, on the way to a concert in Normal, Illinois. He ended up playing the song in front of the town, only to find out that the town's name was Effingham, not Effington. I can't make this stuff up:
http://www.thesuburbs.org.uk/Board/index.php?action=printpage%3Btopic=5215.0
Eddie Vedder - Rise, from the "Into the Wild" soundtrack
I listen to this album whenever I think about leaving Chicago. A bit cheesy, yes, but it makes leaving everything I've ever known seem simple, rather than unnecessarily complicated.
Monday, August 31, 2009
My tusk hurts. A haiku.
Walks blindly, into a tree.
He could use a drink.
Spreading Haiku Monday like buttah on hot bread.
Check out Night Notes on Napkins for more inspiration.
Friday, August 28, 2009
I'm horizontal.
Reason numero uno being, I am man enough to rock a facial mole. Enrique lasered off his glorious, hairy, brown mound. Sell out.
But the reason primarily being, because he's seducing Anna Kournikova, and I'm recovering from foot surgery (and in all honestly, I'm not jealous. Anna doesn't do it for me, and I personally don't think she does it for Enrique either.) Either way, yesterday morning, I had a bone chip and scar tissue removed from the outside of my right foot, otherwise known as my calcaneocuboid joint. Since then, I haven't left the couch.
I'm in an ugly, gauze-colored cast, surrounded by my laptop, a couple novels, painkillers, and uncomfortable pillows... those back-aching pillows whose main purpose serves aesthetically, rather than functionally. Unfortunately, the leather couch beneath me keeps my sweating constant, as do the pain pills. The musty air of our 100-year-old house suffocates any chance of me getting fresh air. On top of that, my terrible case of heartburn seems to be lingering, a side-effect stemming from laying down all day long.
(Enter your feelings of sympathy. Apathy accepted as well.)
This is my second foot surgery in six months, and hopefully my last. At the end of this recovery, I'm attempting a move out West. I've been in and out of talks with my aunt and uncle in Topanga, all while praying for the opportunity to stay in their mountain villa. They're juggling four kids under six years old, so kicking it on their couch is much more feasible in conversation rather than practice.
Anybody in the market for a roommate?
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
LOL this and LMFAO that....
Hank Moody illustrates his (self) loathing towards internet slang below.
I like this. A lot. Especially this:
“It just seems to me that (the internet)’s just a bunch of stupid people pseudo communicating with a bunch of other stupid people in a proto language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King’s English.”
I hear the critics of this clip already… “Communication has come a long way! We send more messages now than ever! It’s faster! Easier! We get more done!”
That’s fair. We say more. Larger output. “C u l8r” beats out “I’ll see you later” as far as speed of delivery goes.
But…
But… when does this speed and simplicity start to take away from the message? When did communicating become words being passed back and forth sans any real emotion?
Now honestly, I’m no sap. I didn’t cry during the Notebook (yes, an admission -- I saw it and liked it.) but would it kill people to put some umpf into what they say? Not because I’m some needy guy looking for smiles and frowns and beautiful emotional moments and such… BUT I’D LIKE TO KNOW THAT WHOEVER I’M TALKING TO IS AN ACTUAL REAL LIVE PERSON.
Tell me you haven’t heard this statistic: 93% or so of everything we communicate is non-verbal. As in not what we say but more how we say it. Anyone who has taken a basic Communications class knows this.
So… if we’re moving towards a culture that communicates mainly with text and email… if our everyday conversations have a main purpose of jamming information quickly rather than thoroughly putting the whole point across, including how we actually feel… if our society is moving past one message just to make sure we don’t miss the next…
Do any of us really have anything to say anymore?
I beg you all. Slow down. Allow yourself to leave your drone-like tendencies. Yes, we live in a world where the balance of everything lies in how much information one person has over the other.
But life flies by way too quickly. And personally, my favorite moments are the ones where my emotions are so swept up with whoever I’m with that words not need to be said. Which leads me to believe that if we don’t do something, gone will be the moments that words cannot describe.
And for those who write… which means all of you… (let’s get serious, no one’s stumbling onto my blog) … I suggest you check out Californication. Duchovney at his finest.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
"Can I make you Breakfast?" A haiku.
As we lay in bed as one,
"What's your name again?"