conversations with george
Sometimes, I hate being really really really good looking. No, but seriously, damn by impeccable credentials, overwhelming suavity and charisma, and incredible ability to mask my incredible egotism.
I've got a job now. I'll be interning for Assemblymen Morgan and Panter, District 12 Democrats. (I can't work in my own district, because I can't work for a Republican). Anyway, the hours should be flexible, the pay should be about double minimum wage, and its in the Galleria in Red Bank, so no complaints there. I'll be able to cruise over to some fancy botiques (or Jay and Silent Bob's Secret Stash) during my lunch breaks.
I interviewed today, and even though they were fawning over my slightly (I swear only slightly) inflated resume, I'm pretty sure I got the job out of patronage, not merit.
This is why I was initially opposed to taking the internship. I planned on hounding Assemblyman or Congressman Payne (they're brothers from Newark), and using my own merits.
The problem is, I lacked the motivation.
I did, however, take the initiative to call the crew chief, so I can start up the EMT thing again.
And I emailed Davis, and we'll hang out or something, sometime, soon.
I want to throw a huge, old-style, drunken bash at my dad's place. But who knows.
In a few recent arguments on the blog, especially on gay marriage and guantanamo, I've been reveling in the fact that I can't lose the debate, because I'm objectively right. Seriously, I am. But, then again, thinking you are indisputably correct is how you become all radical, in the shitty sense of the word, where you can't sympathize with or even understand the basis for other opinions, and you lose all ability to debate or persuade, and become ridiculously comfortable in your own closed-in chunk of the political spectrum.
And you'd think being aware of the problem would have some impact, but I doubt it, I mean, look at my whole arrogance thing.
Father's Day was actually decent. The pops actually learned how to cook, and so dinner and lunch were both good. We went to see Mr and Mrs Smith, and then I tried to talk my Dad into sneaking into a second movie. (We tried, but the timing was all off, so we gave up). We went to the beach. Sandy Hook was fucking freezing. 8 miles of coast and I was the only person I think to actually dive in. Dinner. Me and the old man (who beat me at tennis earlier in the day) finished off a bottle of wine quite handily, and talked pretty freely about everything, and somehow, that didn't descend into divorce-bitchery.
So this fucking laptop fucking fucking sucks. Like 9 things are broken on it, so I shelled out $350 for a 3 year accidental damage plan. Oh, $370 with tax (what fucking tax, you're in Bangalore, and HP is in 9 different states, but no, the calls are routed through NY, and NY has laws about evading sales tax...). But since I bought the laptop a year ago, I'm actually only covered for 2 more years. I didn't even bother to explain that part to my parents. The power chord is really loose. Solution? Replace motherboard, and for shits and giggles, format hard drive. So I backed everything up, and someones supposed to pick this up today, and take it from me for 5 days. Which is why I've started reading. (Catch22 right now).
Oh, and for those of you who read this who feel you don't have your shit together, I have general advice: Get your shit together. (I forget what inspired that, or what I decided when I debated the hypocrisy of that statement coming from me, but I wrote it on a post-it note)
oh, and my dad is ridiculously asian in his trigger-happy camera usage, so i'll toss some pictures of fathers day on here.
oh, and, I want long hair again. But i'm approaching the awkward intermediary phase, before it really grows out, and I want to cut it. so, yeah, its a fucking tough life man.
In other news, Center For American Progress agreed to pay my travel expenses to DC, so, booyah.
I've got a job now. I'll be interning for Assemblymen Morgan and Panter, District 12 Democrats. (I can't work in my own district, because I can't work for a Republican). Anyway, the hours should be flexible, the pay should be about double minimum wage, and its in the Galleria in Red Bank, so no complaints there. I'll be able to cruise over to some fancy botiques (or Jay and Silent Bob's Secret Stash) during my lunch breaks.
I interviewed today, and even though they were fawning over my slightly (I swear only slightly) inflated resume, I'm pretty sure I got the job out of patronage, not merit.
This is why I was initially opposed to taking the internship. I planned on hounding Assemblyman or Congressman Payne (they're brothers from Newark), and using my own merits.
The problem is, I lacked the motivation.
I did, however, take the initiative to call the crew chief, so I can start up the EMT thing again.
And I emailed Davis, and we'll hang out or something, sometime, soon.
I want to throw a huge, old-style, drunken bash at my dad's place. But who knows.
In a few recent arguments on the blog, especially on gay marriage and guantanamo, I've been reveling in the fact that I can't lose the debate, because I'm objectively right. Seriously, I am. But, then again, thinking you are indisputably correct is how you become all radical, in the shitty sense of the word, where you can't sympathize with or even understand the basis for other opinions, and you lose all ability to debate or persuade, and become ridiculously comfortable in your own closed-in chunk of the political spectrum.
And you'd think being aware of the problem would have some impact, but I doubt it, I mean, look at my whole arrogance thing.
Father's Day was actually decent. The pops actually learned how to cook, and so dinner and lunch were both good. We went to see Mr and Mrs Smith, and then I tried to talk my Dad into sneaking into a second movie. (We tried, but the timing was all off, so we gave up). We went to the beach. Sandy Hook was fucking freezing. 8 miles of coast and I was the only person I think to actually dive in. Dinner. Me and the old man (who beat me at tennis earlier in the day) finished off a bottle of wine quite handily, and talked pretty freely about everything, and somehow, that didn't descend into divorce-bitchery.
So this fucking laptop fucking fucking sucks. Like 9 things are broken on it, so I shelled out $350 for a 3 year accidental damage plan. Oh, $370 with tax (what fucking tax, you're in Bangalore, and HP is in 9 different states, but no, the calls are routed through NY, and NY has laws about evading sales tax...). But since I bought the laptop a year ago, I'm actually only covered for 2 more years. I didn't even bother to explain that part to my parents. The power chord is really loose. Solution? Replace motherboard, and for shits and giggles, format hard drive. So I backed everything up, and someones supposed to pick this up today, and take it from me for 5 days. Which is why I've started reading. (Catch22 right now).
Oh, and for those of you who read this who feel you don't have your shit together, I have general advice: Get your shit together. (I forget what inspired that, or what I decided when I debated the hypocrisy of that statement coming from me, but I wrote it on a post-it note)
oh, and my dad is ridiculously asian in his trigger-happy camera usage, so i'll toss some pictures of fathers day on here.
oh, and, I want long hair again. But i'm approaching the awkward intermediary phase, before it really grows out, and I want to cut it. so, yeah, its a fucking tough life man.
In other news, Center For American Progress agreed to pay my travel expenses to DC, so, booyah.