im quitting cigs. FOR REALS.
this is not to say i am never going to smoke a cigarette again for the remainder of my life. thats too hard to say. this does mean i will not be buying packs. i will NOT be smoking regularly. i see myself cheating probably during bouts of binge drinking.
i guess thats the main new year's resolution for 2003.
the time is 11:14pm. the date is December 29, 2002. in 2 days it will be 2003. at the stroke of midnight, i will be at a house party with an estimated 200+ partyers. i dont know why, but each new year seems to bring a marked change to my life. kind of anxious to see what the following year brings.
what have you guys been up to?
Thursday, December 05, 2002
Tuesday, December 03, 2002
Bel Biv Devoe - poison
Poison
Yeah spot a man of freedom for a fact aah-aah uh-hum
Poison you ready Ron I'm ready
You ready Dave I'm ready Slick are you
Oh yeah break it down
Girl I must warn you
I sense something strange in my mind
Yeah yo situation is serious
Let's cure it 'cause we're running out of time
Mm mm tell 'em Rick it's all so beautiful
Relationships they seem from the start
Yeah mm mm it's all so deadly
When love is not together from the heart
Mm mm check it out
It's driving me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it outta my head
Miss her, kiss her, love her, wrong move you're dead
That girl is poison
Never trust a big butt and smile
That girl is poison poison
If I were you I'd take precaution
Before I start to leave fly girl
You know 'cause in some portions
You'll think she's the best thing in the world
She's so fly, she'll drive you right out of your mind
Steal your heart when you're blind
Beware she's schemin', she'll make you think you're dreamin'
You'll fall in love and you'll be screamin' dreamin'
Poison deadly moving it slow
Looking for a mellow fellow like DeVoe
Getting paid laid so better lay low
Schemin' on hots my end the pro show
The low pro hot should be cut like an afro
See what you're sayin' huh
She's weighin' but I know she's a loser
How do you know me and the crew used to do her
Poison (x20)
I was at the bar shake shakin' takin' 'em off
And that night I played the wall
Checkin' out the fellas the highs the lows
Keepin' one eye open still clockin' 'em
Still one particular girl that stood out from the rest
Poison as can be how how is she
Michael me and see and I'm runnin' the show
Bell Biv DeVoe ha-ha ha-ha
Now you know you're Slick blow
It's driving me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it outta my head
Miss her, kiss her, love her, wrong move you're dead
That girl is poison (Poison poison)
Never trust a big butt and smile
Poison (Poison poison)
She's dangerous
Poison
Oh yeah (poison) oh yeah
(Poison poison)
Hear fellas you hear what I'm saying Mike
Yeah baby dance for a fact
What's happened to Ral-T and Johnny G and Bobby Brown
You know who we meanc rew
(Poison)
ah-ha ah-ha ah-ha
Poison
Yeah spot a man of freedom for a fact aah-aah uh-hum
Poison you ready Ron I'm ready
You ready Dave I'm ready Slick are you
Oh yeah break it down
Girl I must warn you
I sense something strange in my mind
Yeah yo situation is serious
Let's cure it 'cause we're running out of time
Mm mm tell 'em Rick it's all so beautiful
Relationships they seem from the start
Yeah mm mm it's all so deadly
When love is not together from the heart
Mm mm check it out
It's driving me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it outta my head
Miss her, kiss her, love her, wrong move you're dead
That girl is poison
Never trust a big butt and smile
That girl is poison poison
If I were you I'd take precaution
Before I start to leave fly girl
You know 'cause in some portions
You'll think she's the best thing in the world
She's so fly, she'll drive you right out of your mind
Steal your heart when you're blind
Beware she's schemin', she'll make you think you're dreamin'
You'll fall in love and you'll be screamin' dreamin'
Poison deadly moving it slow
Looking for a mellow fellow like DeVoe
Getting paid laid so better lay low
Schemin' on hots my end the pro show
The low pro hot should be cut like an afro
See what you're sayin' huh
She's weighin' but I know she's a loser
How do you know me and the crew used to do her
Poison (x20)
I was at the bar shake shakin' takin' 'em off
And that night I played the wall
Checkin' out the fellas the highs the lows
Keepin' one eye open still clockin' 'em
Still one particular girl that stood out from the rest
Poison as can be how how is she
Michael me and see and I'm runnin' the show
Bell Biv DeVoe ha-ha ha-ha
Now you know you're Slick blow
It's driving me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it outta my head
Miss her, kiss her, love her, wrong move you're dead
That girl is poison (Poison poison)
Never trust a big butt and smile
Poison (Poison poison)
She's dangerous
Poison
Oh yeah (poison) oh yeah
(Poison poison)
Hear fellas you hear what I'm saying Mike
Yeah baby dance for a fact
What's happened to Ral-T and Johnny G and Bobby Brown
You know who we meanc rew
(Poison)
ah-ha ah-ha ah-ha
Thursday, November 07, 2002
Hardboiled Dismisses Writer for Plagiarism
Story Lifted Portions From Prominent Fashion Magazine
I like the opening line of the article: "The prominent campus publication hardboiled may be in some hot water."
Story Lifted Portions From Prominent Fashion Magazine
I like the opening line of the article: "The prominent campus publication hardboiled may be in some hot water."
Thursday, October 31, 2002
former uc berkeley chancellor tien died yesterday. they have a lot of good articles about him in today's daily cal.
i never knew much about him; he was chancellor only during my freshman year i think. people only had good things to say about him though. some of those stories mentioned in the daily cal, such as him personally returning a lost wallet to a student at his house and his dedication to cal athletics are quite touching. its good to see an asian brutha do well for himself and be so well respected and loved.
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
welcome to the literary circle jerk.
yo i like this template. i like the train track links on the side. MIND THE GAP.
and for the record, i aint copying nobody. even before that jeannie girl, i came across a shit load of group blogs. i always thought they'd be cool. somewhere down the line i say we recruit a girl. an intelligent, witty girl that hopefully doesn't mind posting pictures of her hot body.
i agree with the 'thoughtful entry' clause. i dont feel motivated to post no mo'. i actually feel kinda brain dead to a certain extent. my alcohol consumption has been coming and going in waves and im dangling at the height of a dangerous crest. i can hear people scoffing already. dont mind me, im simply playing the part of the whiny, hypochrondriac neurotic jew. but shit, look at some of the babes woody allen got on his casting couch. ah, i digress...
i need a new muse. alcohol has lost its flavor and ganja has lost its charm. hence, the recruiting of the girl who posts racy pictures.
i find myself checking my spelling more carefully here. fucking journalists...
yo i like this template. i like the train track links on the side. MIND THE GAP.
and for the record, i aint copying nobody. even before that jeannie girl, i came across a shit load of group blogs. i always thought they'd be cool. somewhere down the line i say we recruit a girl. an intelligent, witty girl that hopefully doesn't mind posting pictures of her hot body.
i agree with the 'thoughtful entry' clause. i dont feel motivated to post no mo'. i actually feel kinda brain dead to a certain extent. my alcohol consumption has been coming and going in waves and im dangling at the height of a dangerous crest. i can hear people scoffing already. dont mind me, im simply playing the part of the whiny, hypochrondriac neurotic jew. but shit, look at some of the babes woody allen got on his casting couch. ah, i digress...
i need a new muse. alcohol has lost its flavor and ganja has lost its charm. hence, the recruiting of the girl who posts racy pictures.
i find myself checking my spelling more carefully here. fucking journalists...
OK, i just put in a new template. i did it manually and it was kind of a bitch to take out all these weird characters that kept poppping up but whatever, i think it looks fantastic.
now that that's settled, i have a question. eugene, what is this group blog shit? You're copying that one girl who sent me that email, huh? well, if we're gonna do this, we should decide who or what this is for. is it for an audience? combine the fan clubs of our three blogs and form like voltron? Or do you wanna use this as like a quasi-forum, kind of like how we post comments on each other's blogs? I know you don't want that. Or do we just say whatever and let it evolve? That's how you usually do it, right? Yeah, well not this time, you pothead.
therefore, I propose that we lay down some ground rules.
1. No writing in the second person. (the style in the text above is strictly prohibited).
2. If you are going to address one of us three, it should be in the third person.
3. No stupid "Dear Diary" style entries. This thing should be for thoughtful entries. If we go two weeks with no entries, so be it. I think the quality of the entries will stoke our competitive and/or creative spirit(s), respectively.
4. There shall be a minimum of one paragraph (4-5 sentences) or 45 words, whichever comes first. This is intended to discourage one line entries.
5. Since eugene wants a communist blog, this blog shall be ruled by a communist regime headed by a tyrant. I have just nominated myself for the position of tyrant. However, this is not a democracy. (pause). Hey, I just had a coup. It was successful. The tyrant will vaporize any entries that do not conform to any of the aforementioned rules.
6. Eugene will be stripped of admin status for a one week "cooling-off period" after which he will be reinstated with probationary privileges.
That is all.
now that that's settled, i have a question. eugene, what is this group blog shit? You're copying that one girl who sent me that email, huh? well, if we're gonna do this, we should decide who or what this is for. is it for an audience? combine the fan clubs of our three blogs and form like voltron? Or do you wanna use this as like a quasi-forum, kind of like how we post comments on each other's blogs? I know you don't want that. Or do we just say whatever and let it evolve? That's how you usually do it, right? Yeah, well not this time, you pothead.
therefore, I propose that we lay down some ground rules.
1. No writing in the second person. (the style in the text above is strictly prohibited).
2. If you are going to address one of us three, it should be in the third person.
3. No stupid "Dear Diary" style entries. This thing should be for thoughtful entries. If we go two weeks with no entries, so be it. I think the quality of the entries will stoke our competitive and/or creative spirit(s), respectively.
4. There shall be a minimum of one paragraph (4-5 sentences) or 45 words, whichever comes first. This is intended to discourage one line entries.
5. Since eugene wants a communist blog, this blog shall be ruled by a communist regime headed by a tyrant. I have just nominated myself for the position of tyrant. However, this is not a democracy. (pause). Hey, I just had a coup. It was successful. The tyrant will vaporize any entries that do not conform to any of the aforementioned rules.
6. Eugene will be stripped of admin status for a one week "cooling-off period" after which he will be reinstated with probationary privileges.
That is all.
Where The Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends
- Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends
- Shel Silverstein
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