1. Dance Parties
2. Roommates
3. Mog
4. Pasta
5. emusic
6. tv on the internet
7. blank CD's
8. Weed
9. Flight of the Conchords
10. TV on DVD
11. Cheap Gas
12. Fork in the Alley
13. Cuddling
14. Hoodies
15. Hats with earflaps
16. Randy Newman
17. Szechuan
18. 7 Eleven
19. Macs
20. Barack Obama
21. used books
22. Amazon.com
23. Sharpies
24. Guitars
25. Arcade Fire
26. Trivial Pursuit
27. The lake house
28. Coffee
29. Hugs
30. Letters
31. Coloring
32. Goodwill
33. Text Messaging
34. Jeans
35. Family
36. Tapestries
37. Recliners
38. Not living in Salem
39. The downtown market
40. The sun
41. Chocolate
42. Hot baths
43. Wes Anderson
44. Lord of the Rings
45. Voting
46. Wolves
47. Records
48. Canned food
49. Beer
50. Netflix
51. High fives
52. The fish eye
53. Blogs
54. Washer and dryer
55. Headphones
56. Jeanette
57. Gypsy Tears
58. Conversations that end when the sun comes up
59. Autumn
60. Snow
61. ipods
62. Walking
63. Laughing
64. Big brothers
65. Bongs
66. the Family Circus
67. Sunday crossword puzzles
68. Days off
69. Saturday Night Live
70. Inside Jokes
71. Curry
72. Shoes without laces
73. Grandparents
74. Bubbles
75. Sushi
76. Milkshakes
77. Apples
78. Contact Lenses
79. Guinness
80. Indoor plumbing
81. Scented candles
82. T-shirts
83. Peacoats
84. Sweaters
85. Digital Cameras
86. The Simpsons
87. Phillip Pullman
88. Trees
89. New friends
90. Old friends
91. Reusable grocery bags
92. Fresh Market
93. Tea
94. Monkeys
95. The Beatles
96. Scarves
97. Bacon, egg and cheese biscuits
98. Living in Virginia
99. Rainy days
100. Rock and Roll
101. Halogen bulbs
Donnerstag, 27. November 2008
Mittwoch, 5. November 2008
A big Change....
We stood staring at the screens, not knowing what to expect. Our candidate was the dark horse. Who could win this election? We've seen the signs, we've heard the political analysts. Who will it be. Starting in on the 12 pack of Yuengling I honestly wasn't sure. After an hour or so of pleading from my roommates that we should go downtown to witness the historic outcome were fruitless.
I sat staring at the computer screen tired and fed up with political analysts. But, I gave in. Let's go witness history. We went to 202 where a huge Democratic party was held. We got beers and scoffed at the "projections" that the news media spewed on the screen. "what's final?" we asked. We talked with fellow Democrats. A mother with two kids with special needs demanding that the next president understand and help her situation. Obama was her man. The local news woman was in position to record her place in history and packed up and left as soon as the final decision was made. McCain made his concession speech and it began to sink in. Seconds after the polls closed on the West Coast, it was over. We had a president. the polar opposite of the Yale-educated son of a president rich kid that we have now. We now have an unknown, an outsider, an American, a person, a human that can understand what the rest of us go through day in a day out.
The announcement was made and hugs were obligatory. Blacks hugging whites, whites hugging blacks, people hugging people. Humanity, Americans united under the smiling, dignified face of Obama on the big screen. This was our unifying moment. This was us looking back on years and years of blacks on the back of the bus and separate water fountains. and now, we have a true American as president. A unifying figure bringing together all different parts of the American landscape, hugs for Obama. :Here we are, on a new landscape, a new horizon for America, for humanity, for working mothers, for working fathers, for gay citizens, for Hispanic citizens, for infants, for teens, for imagrants, for Canadians, for Mexicans, for the disabled, for POWs, for veterans, Army, Navy, National Guard, Coast Guard, Red Cross, for the elderly, for blacks, whites, and every other citizen of the United States, here we are. Lets work together to make this the country we want to be a part of rather than the countr we're ashamed to admit we're from. nothing can stop us.
I sat staring at the computer screen tired and fed up with political analysts. But, I gave in. Let's go witness history. We went to 202 where a huge Democratic party was held. We got beers and scoffed at the "projections" that the news media spewed on the screen. "what's final?" we asked. We talked with fellow Democrats. A mother with two kids with special needs demanding that the next president understand and help her situation. Obama was her man. The local news woman was in position to record her place in history and packed up and left as soon as the final decision was made. McCain made his concession speech and it began to sink in. Seconds after the polls closed on the West Coast, it was over. We had a president. the polar opposite of the Yale-educated son of a president rich kid that we have now. We now have an unknown, an outsider, an American, a person, a human that can understand what the rest of us go through day in a day out.
The announcement was made and hugs were obligatory. Blacks hugging whites, whites hugging blacks, people hugging people. Humanity, Americans united under the smiling, dignified face of Obama on the big screen. This was our unifying moment. This was us looking back on years and years of blacks on the back of the bus and separate water fountains. and now, we have a true American as president. A unifying figure bringing together all different parts of the American landscape, hugs for Obama. :Here we are, on a new landscape, a new horizon for America, for humanity, for working mothers, for working fathers, for gay citizens, for Hispanic citizens, for infants, for teens, for imagrants, for Canadians, for Mexicans, for the disabled, for POWs, for veterans, Army, Navy, National Guard, Coast Guard, Red Cross, for the elderly, for blacks, whites, and every other citizen of the United States, here we are. Lets work together to make this the country we want to be a part of rather than the countr we're ashamed to admit we're from. nothing can stop us.
Montag, 3. November 2008
November 3
Today is/was November 3. Tomorrow/Today millions of Americans will go to their respective voting places and vote for the person whom they think will best run the country. today, I woke up extra early after having spent the night drinking beer and watching TV at the local bar with my roommates and drinking beer on the way home and finally when we got home. I woke up with urgency, realizing that I had to take some paperwork to the main office where I work. I awoke, showered, got dressed and went downstairs to drink coffee, check e-mail, etc and print off the papers. The computer I needed to use that was hooked up to the printer was on password protect for the first time since I've lived here. Irony. I did a the NYtimes crossword on the other computer and waited.
The other two roommates woke up, I printed out the papers and sat and read and ate mac and cheese for breakfast. Eggs grow old after eating them day in and day out for breakfast. Jenny asked me if I was okay. I nodded and said yes after she has snapped me out of a trance of staring out the window and wondering why I'm here...typical Monday morning. I'm fine, yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't I be. I finished my breakfast and Brett went to class. I grabbed my keys and left the house without telling Jenny where I was going.
I drove the 10 minutes out to the main office. I drive which I've grown to hate. Droppe off my shit and drove back into town. I stopped at the bank to get about 20 bucks out thinking I could go to goodwill and buy maybe a second new sweater (I've only bought two new articles of clothing since arriving back in the USA. an old sweater and a pair of courdoroys total: $7.00) but after checking my account and realizing not only that I have no money, but that my overdraft is way beyond anything I had estimated, I decided against the luxury of buying new used clothing that poor people have given away. Instead I turned my car back toward the downtown area thinking about the one place where I knew work was guarunteed. The coffee shop has always and will always be a beacon of free easy work. There's nothing that the coffee shop can throw at me that I can't handle. And...desperate times call for desperate measures. I ordered a cup of tea and after dealing with the new employee behind the counter I spoke with a manager...sorta. He was younger than me and told me that the GM was out on maternity leave and that things would be different when she got back. So, I filled out an application listing two of my previous job experiences as being an assistant manager at one of the stores for alomost a year and a normal employee at the store for three years. So I had more experience pushing coffee than the three people working there combined...still, I didn't have a job there and they did. Just sip your tea and find peace you broke bastard.
So, that was that. Pride swallowed, application filled out, hands shaken, tea drank. Off to work. A normal day. No peed or shitted pants, only a few tears shed, doge ball played, etc. Tutoring was a breeze. I helped a Vietnamese girl read a book about a dog that farted a lot. In fact, it was called something like "Walter the Farting Dog." It was a good night. I drove back home and found a letter to me from Leah. I emptied the dishwasher, loaded the dishwasher, cleaned the kitchen, took out the trash and recycling, cleaned the living room and made dinner and sat down and read the letter. My first since I've been back in America...3 months.
She made me feel important in her letter. She said that Munich was somehow "our city" that every corner bar or random spot that we walked through was only special because we drank there or walked through that spot. She's so right. I thought about how little time we spent together, but how the little time we did spend together defined everything I'll ever think about that city and how no one else will ever understand about my experience there because they were'nt there on those Sunday nights in the rain or in the could walking through the city looking for that experience, to help us learn German (when all we ever talked to were people from out of the country trying to learn German like us--Italian, Moraccan, Sweidsh, Austrian). But that was our city.
I guess everyone in Munich is waking up and getting ready for work at this time. I know I would be in the shower, trying to catch the 8:20 S-Bahn to Starnberg. If I had it to do again I would have skipped work a lot more and gone to the lake and hung out and napped all day, but I did love hanging out with those kids. Those kids that were 100 times smarter than the kids I work with now. So much more driven and curious. But...I have no regrets. It's all there waiting for me when I go back. A kid asked me today why I where the bracelet that I do (from the Rock Werchter Festival) and I said, well I can't take it off, its stuck and she said, well just cut it off. and I said, I'm not ready too. And she said, you could always get another one. And I said, it's from Belgium (at which point I explaid where Belgium was). And she said, well next summer vacation you could just go back and get another one. At which I replies, it's really expensive to go visit Europe. And she said, well just start saving now. I stared off into the distance imagining the possiblities and the realities of an 11 year olds mind.
Munich is always going to be there waiting for me.
The other two roommates woke up, I printed out the papers and sat and read and ate mac and cheese for breakfast. Eggs grow old after eating them day in and day out for breakfast. Jenny asked me if I was okay. I nodded and said yes after she has snapped me out of a trance of staring out the window and wondering why I'm here...typical Monday morning. I'm fine, yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't I be. I finished my breakfast and Brett went to class. I grabbed my keys and left the house without telling Jenny where I was going.
I drove the 10 minutes out to the main office. I drive which I've grown to hate. Droppe off my shit and drove back into town. I stopped at the bank to get about 20 bucks out thinking I could go to goodwill and buy maybe a second new sweater (I've only bought two new articles of clothing since arriving back in the USA. an old sweater and a pair of courdoroys total: $7.00) but after checking my account and realizing not only that I have no money, but that my overdraft is way beyond anything I had estimated, I decided against the luxury of buying new used clothing that poor people have given away. Instead I turned my car back toward the downtown area thinking about the one place where I knew work was guarunteed. The coffee shop has always and will always be a beacon of free easy work. There's nothing that the coffee shop can throw at me that I can't handle. And...desperate times call for desperate measures. I ordered a cup of tea and after dealing with the new employee behind the counter I spoke with a manager...sorta. He was younger than me and told me that the GM was out on maternity leave and that things would be different when she got back. So, I filled out an application listing two of my previous job experiences as being an assistant manager at one of the stores for alomost a year and a normal employee at the store for three years. So I had more experience pushing coffee than the three people working there combined...still, I didn't have a job there and they did. Just sip your tea and find peace you broke bastard.
So, that was that. Pride swallowed, application filled out, hands shaken, tea drank. Off to work. A normal day. No peed or shitted pants, only a few tears shed, doge ball played, etc. Tutoring was a breeze. I helped a Vietnamese girl read a book about a dog that farted a lot. In fact, it was called something like "Walter the Farting Dog." It was a good night. I drove back home and found a letter to me from Leah. I emptied the dishwasher, loaded the dishwasher, cleaned the kitchen, took out the trash and recycling, cleaned the living room and made dinner and sat down and read the letter. My first since I've been back in America...3 months.
She made me feel important in her letter. She said that Munich was somehow "our city" that every corner bar or random spot that we walked through was only special because we drank there or walked through that spot. She's so right. I thought about how little time we spent together, but how the little time we did spend together defined everything I'll ever think about that city and how no one else will ever understand about my experience there because they were'nt there on those Sunday nights in the rain or in the could walking through the city looking for that experience, to help us learn German (when all we ever talked to were people from out of the country trying to learn German like us--Italian, Moraccan, Sweidsh, Austrian). But that was our city.
I guess everyone in Munich is waking up and getting ready for work at this time. I know I would be in the shower, trying to catch the 8:20 S-Bahn to Starnberg. If I had it to do again I would have skipped work a lot more and gone to the lake and hung out and napped all day, but I did love hanging out with those kids. Those kids that were 100 times smarter than the kids I work with now. So much more driven and curious. But...I have no regrets. It's all there waiting for me when I go back. A kid asked me today why I where the bracelet that I do (from the Rock Werchter Festival) and I said, well I can't take it off, its stuck and she said, well just cut it off. and I said, I'm not ready too. And she said, you could always get another one. And I said, it's from Belgium (at which point I explaid where Belgium was). And she said, well next summer vacation you could just go back and get another one. At which I replies, it's really expensive to go visit Europe. And she said, well just start saving now. I stared off into the distance imagining the possiblities and the realities of an 11 year olds mind.
Munich is always going to be there waiting for me.
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