Res Ipsa Loquiter
I guess it’s that time again. Time to grace everyone with an update on the life of Nicholas James Harbaugh. Whats going on in the ever expanding, infinitely interesting life of Nicholas James Harbaugh? Oh man, maybe we can post on his livejournal and he’ll read it and he’ll respond and I can frame it and pass it down through the generations as my most treasured family heirloom. ‘Oh yes kids, ill tell you that story again. This is when the famous director/journalist/writer/concert violinist/rockstar/martyr/savior Nicholas James Harbaugh replied to my great great great grandfather’s post on livejournal back in ’04. Oh yes, that was an evil year indeed, kids. That terrible hurricane, Francis obliterated everything we held dear in our Christian hearts that year. And that was also the year that that insufferable scallywag, Bush was reelected in a landslide. Oh of course, Nick voted against him. He was one of the riteous ones in the good fight against the machine. But his vote didn’t get counted along with a lot of other ones. Then there were those computer hackers that hacked into the vote database from the electronic voting systems and skewed the whole darned thing to kingdom come. Course, old Nick knew better. He cast an absentee ballot in the hopes that he could beat the system. But he was dragged away and beaten to death behind a 7-11 in Tennessee two months later. And that’s why im a republican today. The lesson he taught all of us was that free and radical thinking is dangerous and wrong. And if youre a free thinker youll be taken out behind an old convenience shop in some butt-fuck state and get the living shit kicked out of you by crooked, rule-crazy cops.’
But why am I drifting into negativity?
Anyways, my social life might be undergoing some alterations soon. A self-correction if you will. *Please excuse our dust, We are making sure that you get the full potential out of your personal Nicholas James Harbaugh experience. Thank you.* I have a date with our class president on Friday. That is unless this hurricane doesn’t fuck it up. Or of course, unless I fuck it up. (the latter is more likely.) I’m not even sure if I want to go through with it anymore. Our respective personalities couldn’t be more dissimilar. I was pondering with amusement the notion of me meeting her completely blasted off my ass. Chain smoking and yelling obsenities at scantily clad skanks-in-training at sunset the entire night. But that would be unchivalrous. And we wouldn’t want that.
But I’m being cynical again. And for that I humbly apologize.
I really like Amanda. Really. On that you can quote me.
I get more comfort out of listening to vinyl than anything else in the world. There can be nothing more satisfying and relaxing than flipping that disk on the platter and carefully aligning that precious needle with its noisy destination. That click when the needle hits the blacktop of the record. That slow, staticy hiss. It slows life down for a few moments. Instead of constantly multitasking (the definition of our generation) it allows you to simply focus on one simple task. It engages only one of your five senses. You just enjoy the music for what it is. Music. Its quite soothing. I recommend it highly to anyone with the means and the will of doing so.
And with that, dear friends, I must leave you.
Requiem and terapacs and soforth Amen.
-NJH
But why am I drifting into negativity?
Anyways, my social life might be undergoing some alterations soon. A self-correction if you will. *Please excuse our dust, We are making sure that you get the full potential out of your personal Nicholas James Harbaugh experience. Thank you.* I have a date with our class president on Friday. That is unless this hurricane doesn’t fuck it up. Or of course, unless I fuck it up. (the latter is more likely.) I’m not even sure if I want to go through with it anymore. Our respective personalities couldn’t be more dissimilar. I was pondering with amusement the notion of me meeting her completely blasted off my ass. Chain smoking and yelling obsenities at scantily clad skanks-in-training at sunset the entire night. But that would be unchivalrous. And we wouldn’t want that.
But I’m being cynical again. And for that I humbly apologize.
I really like Amanda. Really. On that you can quote me.
I get more comfort out of listening to vinyl than anything else in the world. There can be nothing more satisfying and relaxing than flipping that disk on the platter and carefully aligning that precious needle with its noisy destination. That click when the needle hits the blacktop of the record. That slow, staticy hiss. It slows life down for a few moments. Instead of constantly multitasking (the definition of our generation) it allows you to simply focus on one simple task. It engages only one of your five senses. You just enjoy the music for what it is. Music. Its quite soothing. I recommend it highly to anyone with the means and the will of doing so.
And with that, dear friends, I must leave you.
Requiem and terapacs and soforth Amen.
-NJH