Sunday, June 30, 2002
11:41 PM
Mr T says Jadedturtle no like Murdock.
"Would Mr.T believe Hannibal'm walking down the street in that darn middle of that darn day with this crazy pot plant," Daniel Fornash of Canton jibba jabba'd to a passer-by.
the crazy passer-by responded, "Would Hannibal believe some Faceman 'm a cop?"
Helluva fun. T'inator.
8:05 PM
53 Reunion
Pictures from the Pizza Party. More.
12:11 PM
Forgotten
I like to wonder around old buildings. While I was at BU I always kept trying to get into the sub basements of the Armory (scroll down). I never succeeded though some of my friends did. Now the Armory is being torn down, so that BU can finally finish their Master Plan from 1990. I will never see the old rooms anymore.
These 2 sites bring back the wanderlust:
Forgotten New York (Their Boston Page) link from Status
UrbanPhoto's Boston
Friday, June 28, 2002
1:24 PM
test post
added by Blogger Support (this time from pro1, did not show up originally from pro2)
third try - back to pro2
Thursday, June 27, 2002
11:48 PM
six and nine decide to swap, zero gets jealous
Today's NextDraft column is just perfect. "And that was all it took. Protected by the darkness of a complex formula (most think it was during finals week) three and four struck a deal. They swapped. Of course, we had no idea." - Dave Pell. I highly recommend that you subscribe to his newsletter.
11:10 PM
blogger probs
I have been having some posting problems with pro.blogger 1.1, so I have had to switch back to 1.0, I don't know what other problems this may cause.
6:51 PM
humidity falls to rain
The sky is falling. The clouds have rendered on to me a seas worth of water. I look upon it and see that it is good.
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The site was down as logjamming was doing some work. Though they didn't tell me, so any mail sent to the jadedturtle.com addresses between 8pm Wednesday and 2pm today have been lost in the bandwidth.
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I will be working on pages for some other websites this weekend and don't know when next I will update, bamboozle or theorize.
Monday, June 24, 2002
9:17 PM
You just had to know that would be the answer.
"Would you believe I'm walking down the street in the middle of the day with this pot plant," Daniel Fornash of Canton said to a passer-by.
The passer-by responded, "Would you believe I'm a cop?"
Saturday, June 22, 2002
2:10 PM
HVMA Basketball Classic
Cambridge 21 - Watertown 20.
2:00 PM
French conspiracy nuts.
"There was no official reaction because we figured it was so stupid." - The Pentagon. (Need NYTimes account)
Thursday, June 20, 2002
10:33 PM
Things
1) Sleep in the middle of the day.
2) Fix the car. Buy a car. Or better yet just ride bike.
C) Clean the Fridge.
4) Fill the Fridge.
5) Write a letter.
VI) Exercise.
7) Play golf.
8) Website construction/destruction/contemplation.
Nine) Write. Read. Write some more.
12:38 AM
Mike go to bed.
Stop reading clicktoadd.com and just go to sleep already. You have work in 7 hours you stupid git.
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
11:19 PM
stained gum
He was sitting. On the corner of the street. He was staring at the church across from him. Staring at the gum that was mushed into the pavement in front of him.
Cars passed on their way to someplace that was not what they were expecting. Planes flew to the same place that they had just left. He was 16.
It was night but the street lights were all shot out. His sister had told him that Billy Mercado did it to impress some college girl he brought home to meet his parents. Billy was dropping out and getting married. Billy was an idiot. There is no better thing in this world than an outlet from this depressed town.
He thinks that he won't think twice if he ever gets a chance to leave.
He wonders at who could be moving around in the towers of the skyline, what they might be doing, where they will be going once the shift is over. At this time of night they probably are all his neighbors. The service of the city.
He was waiting for something that may never happen.
The towers are almost invisible now, the lights all going out, just the blinking of the warning lights on the roof. He stares at the gum again. So many colors and textures mixed together.
He could almost convince himself that it depicts the 3rd station of the cross. Almost as if someone tried to recreate the stained glass that is no longer there. The glass could still be found as far away as 7th street. His mother had saved a whole panel that she was slowly trying to restore. The neighborhood had died in that fire, the people just didn't know it.
He does not want to go to the city when he grows older.
His father had to close the deli. No more after mass crowds. He glanced at the gum tapestry again. Jesus was just about to fall for the first time. The first of three.
Everything happens in threes. The church. The deli. He just doesn't know what the third will be.
A car pulls up. The tire smears the gum.
Monday, June 17, 2002
11:48 PM
Hmmm, ok..
"Possible use of CIA and U.S. Special Forces teams, similar to those that have been successfully deployed in Afghanistan since the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks. Such forces would be authorized to kill Hussein if they were acting in self-defense."
- Bob Woodward, Washington Post CIA operatives were forced into a gun battle with Saddam Hussein today. The operatives were cutting Saddam's cable and phone lines at one of his 2.6 million palaces. Unknown by any of the agents at the time, Mr. Hussein was inside watching the current episode of "24". Sources have reported it was one of his top 5 fave shows of the new season. Mr. Hussein, who has been known to brandish a weapon, stumbled on the agents when he went to check the reason for his loss of picture. Sources say he was livid, the cable was cut just before the second attempt on Senator Palmer's life (played by Dennis Haysbert). The agents had tried to flee the palace grounds, but Mr. Hussein chased after them. The agents feared for their lives when Mr. Hussein fired a rifle and then an anti-tank missle at them. They immediately returned fire.
Mr. Hussein was pronounced dead at 11:59 PM. The agents will not be charged and were released after it was determined that they were acting in self-defense.
Sunday, June 16, 2002
7:56 PM
NYC-Brooklyn trip
I promised pics from my recent trip to New York. Well here they are.
View of the Empire State with the Chrysler in the distance as night falls.
Saturday, June 15, 2002
9:22 PM
updates
I haven't read from A Writer's Diary in some time but I still consider myself to be reading it.
I have started reading Hear the Wind Sing by Haruki Murakami. It isn't all that good of a translation, and as it is his first novel I am not sure if he had found his voice yet. The translation seems to be more straight forward, word for word translation, then trying to keep the story line moving. It is a Kodansha English Library edition that was only printed in Japan. Keith gave it to me. Hopefully the pace picks up.
For those of you who don't know, Murakami is one of my all-time favorite authors. I highly recommend The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. Buy it now. Read it and I know that you will love it.
I am also just about ready to begin Volume 2 of Gilbert's History of the 20th Century. For some reason he redoes the year 1933 (the previous book covered 1900-33, Volume 2 1933-1951) but as long as it keeps the same pace and flow as Volume 1 it should be a good read.
I have some other books in store for the rest of the summer but if you have any recommendations that you think I should read drop me a line.
Friday, June 14, 2002
8:19 PM
The One-Hundred and Twenty Dollar Shower
I awoke to Tuesday fresh and ready to tackle the day. All I needed was a shower to get me going. A shower, then some tea and then I could get to work. With the shower I would be able to conquer anything. I could carry the pyramids across my back to the top of the empire state building. I could ease India-Pakistan tension. I could find a real job and get the girl of my dreams.
All I got instead was cold water.
No amount of time letting it run fixed the problem. The water was cold. Assuming that one of my housemates had taken an extremely long shower curses were yelled and threats uttered. I found one in the kitchen. Immediately my protest went cold when he asked, "Did you use all the hot water Mike?"
I turned around, opened the basement door and viewed a flood of nice hot water. After wading through it, I found the submerged water heater, water gushing from a crack in it like it was on the Hoover dam.
"Shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit."
After a message left on the landlord's machine I went to work. Work wasn't fun.
When I got home there was still no hot water. My landlord called at 10:30 pm and said that all would be well by 7 am the next day. I went to bed dreaming of the roman baths.
I awoke with the feeling that the world would crumble and collapse inward upon me. The only cure would be a long hot shower. A 45 minute dance with heat and steam.
I waited and waited some more. No hot water fairy or plump plumber did I spy. Messages went unanswered and at last, as 11:30 was fast approaching and with it the late shift at work, I left the house. Crazy women and disgruntled moms were my day.
I returned home to find no hot water. No messages. Nada.
The landlord apologized. He said all would be put right by the next day promptly at 7 am. I slept with dreams of oceans with me trapped in a cage on a dune with only sand within reach.
I awoke and just dressed. I went downstairs and left the house. I didn't even try the hot water tap. I knew. No hot water anywhere. A rebellion was about to spark and my landlord was to be trussed up and covered in oil and set aflame, then we could boil the water needed to cleanse ourselves. When at last he was reached by phone, he said that the water heater was delivered but parts were missing and all would be well by tomorrow. At 7 am.
I went to a hotel. Just to take a shower. I slept calculating my July rent after shower deductions.
The water is finally back and my bath calls.
Thursday, June 13, 2002
10:26 PM
need shower
Oh the week I have had.
On the bright side I have a new pair of glasses that I love.
Off to find a hotel to sleep in.
Sunday, June 09, 2002
11:59 PM
Giulio the Pimp Mac Daddy.
The party. The pimp. The bitches. The Polka.
Slightly large files. Click Here To See More.
Friday, June 07, 2002
5:52 PM
Listening, Currently
"...I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach...."
4:39 PM
33 %
I know that you have had this nagging thought in the back of your head ever since that night at summer camp years ago. When the older boys taunted you over and over again.
You replied weakly, "I am not a bundle of sticks," and they laughed even louder.
Well show it to them. Take the test.
Of course you could just remember that they were just idiots and continue on your merry way.
Thursday, June 06, 2002
11:57 PM
Giulio is in town.
Here he is dressed as Travolta with accompanists.
Wednesday, June 05, 2002
9:27 PM
a weblog needs links every once in awhile
Fun: Spawn your own foul mouth little bastard. from Neil Gaiman's Journal
Sci: Oh my god, the cookie monster got at the moon. from daypop
Pol: The American people know that my father hates Broccoli. also daypop
Fic: I also have a need for a new pair of glasses.
Tuesday, June 04, 2002
5:00 PM
Lost in Translation
Under the weather, she said.
She said under the weather. How could I be under the weather? I said. It is perfect outside, the sun is so high and clean that there is no weather to hide beneath, I said.
She said that I was frivolous, that my blood never burned for her.
But my skin, I said, always burns at the thought of bumping into you. The words stick in my throat when I need them to pummel you, I said.
She turned and walked away and said, I'll see you tomorrow, then.
Til then, I said, and slowly closed the door.
Saturday, June 01, 2002
2:27 PM
brewstock 2002
I am off to drink some beers, eat some food, and have some fun. Won't you join us?
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