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I am officially looking for a room mate
$300 a month plus your share of the utils, (approx $100 a month ( Read more... ) -
My morning
So the other day a friend came over and accidentally swiped my mailbox with her rear-view mirror, knocking the whole thing off the post. That's the second time this has happened to me (the first was just a really bad snowstorm that knocked it down). So, how did I fix it? By bolting the frakking thing on, that's how!
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Of Rabbits and Wolves ( Read more... ) -
What I've been up to...
Well, aside from drowning in schoolwork and distressing over whether or not I'm going to be laid off next month, I've been taking care of myself. Eating better, counting calories, and working out. AND LOSING WEIGHT! I'm so stoked! Once I set my mind to it, it wasn't hard. And this lunch I just made myself took 10 mins to make and is only about 150 ( Read more... ) -
Yeah
I'm not sure what I want to post.
But I figured I'd say hi.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to get laid off in a few weeks, too. So maybe I do need another room mate, after all. Anyone interested? -
Why I love...
Vonnegut.
[On A Farewall to Arms]:
She and the baby die, so he doesn't have to get a regular job and a house and life insurance and all that crap, and he has such beautiful memories.
I said to Steve, "The tears Hemingway has made you want to shed are tears of relief! It looked like the guy was going to have to get married and ( Read more... ) -
New Years' Lament
I purchased a Ukulele a few months back. I really love it, but its too damn small so I ended up buying a really nice tenor uke (but it hasn't actually arrived yet). It seems like a really interesting instrument to use out of context, ie: not singing poppy hawaian tunes. I have been playing Radiohead songs on it, those seem to work really well. I ( Read more... ) -
Four Months of Pot-Luck Dinners: A Christmas Story
J. Benjamin Davis
11/12/08
English 309
Four Months of Pot-Luck Dinners: A Christmas Story
Christmas at my grandmother’s house was always a treat. The family would gather around a large, makeshift table that was really a plywood ping-pong table (sans net) on several sawhorses, haphazardly covered with large tablecloths. After ( Read more... ) -
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J. Benjamin Davis
12/04/08
ENGL 309
Waxing on Vinyl
When I was sixteen, my teenage dreams came true when I landed my first job at a record store called Waxie Maxie’s. The “wax” in the name, my new manager explained, referred to what they used to call vinyl records when he was a DJ in the seventies. “Who buys records anymore?” I ( Read more... )
