Three AM. Not going to bed. Posting something on the Internet.
I got an email from Jason Kramb the other day. Him, he still in Africa. It sounds...well...
hey steve,
i finally saw your harassment on my face book page. how dare you write on my wall. things are ok here. the internet has been out a lot and when it is working its gotten more expensive, so I have cut down on my usage. Stupid africa and its lack of widely available high speed internet. But other than the internet things have been going ok. Our first semester just ended so now starts our 'winter' break (stupid southern hemisphere too). The kids tend to not understand physics or math, but there are few that are pretty nice. Once I found the keys to the labratory, which took about 4 months, and started letting them play with stuff in there they seemed to like physics a lot more. I don't really think they are actually learning much by playing in the lab, and they keep stealing stuff, but at least I don't have to lecture in front of 40 kids who don't want to listen :) That's mostly all thats been going on here. People are still impressed by my white skin. I am very slowly learning more swahili (though people are very bad at the whole speaking slowly and slimply concept). It's hot.
So whats up there? Still in school like a loser? Obviously you have turned into a facebook whore but that is what happens when I leave I guess. What's up with your facebook picture by the way? Why are you in a suit? What are you gonna do when you finish grad school? I'll come visit.
Well here ends my rushed email that I will refuse to reread for mistakes because I know there will be some that I miss anyway (and there are approximately 90 seconds left to finish and send this). Hope all is well in the US of A.
jason
The bold is mine. My favorite parts. So he's doing pretty good. No diseases, no bullet holes.
I saw lots of people in Chicago. They're all doing good I'm guessing. Seemed like it.
I have this idea for a blog where a bunch of us are registered to make posts. Maybe me, Teresa, Aaron, Beard, Tony, Mikey. I'd really want Patrick Coate. Really I'm not picky. Lots of people. It might be cool. It might be terrible. I also can't think of a name for it. ??? And no, "???" is not accepted as a blog address.
Holy Freakin Crap the song "Summerland" by Everclear just came on and it's taking me back about ten years. What a good song, golly. I like it.
I'm hoping a funny little story comes to me, but I don't think it will. 3:40 at this point. Creativity kinda drops at some point.
Tell me what you think about the blog idea!
Love,
Steve
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
I'm back in Denver.
The two-week vacation is over. Saw Brad's wedding, saw Joe, saw DaYtOn CrEw!!!!, it was fun. Now? Heh.
I don't have a job for this summer. I might not get one. I'm leaning very much toward not getting one. Teresa and I are moving this July and I will be organizing and packing shit. Plus if I find somewhere that's close to this apartment, it won't be very close to that one. And I don't have a car. And, lastly, I like the idea of not working? So Fuck! You! Establishment!
Denver is hot but it feels nice. I have to unpack and shit...and I'll totally do that tomorrow...but I wanna go outside and wander around a little bit. Tomorrow I'll go walk in the park! No wait it's hot. But I will consider it.
I wanna write another story soon, but I'm not feeling it right now. Joe's birthday must be documented. And I will not do that. I'll fictionalize the hell out of it, but whatev.
For now, I will just share a new favorite website with ya'll. Seeqpod lets you search for a song and listen to mp3s on the Internet! Who knows if it's legal. You can stream mp3s and even search YouTube videos! But don't. YouTube is awful.
Okay PEACE!
Love,
Steve
I don't have a job for this summer. I might not get one. I'm leaning very much toward not getting one. Teresa and I are moving this July and I will be organizing and packing shit. Plus if I find somewhere that's close to this apartment, it won't be very close to that one. And I don't have a car. And, lastly, I like the idea of not working? So Fuck! You! Establishment!
Denver is hot but it feels nice. I have to unpack and shit...and I'll totally do that tomorrow...but I wanna go outside and wander around a little bit. Tomorrow I'll go walk in the park! No wait it's hot. But I will consider it.
I wanna write another story soon, but I'm not feeling it right now. Joe's birthday must be documented. And I will not do that. I'll fictionalize the hell out of it, but whatev.
For now, I will just share a new favorite website with ya'll. Seeqpod lets you search for a song and listen to mp3s on the Internet! Who knows if it's legal. You can stream mp3s and even search YouTube videos! But don't. YouTube is awful.
Okay PEACE!
Love,
Steve
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Joe's party is tonight
Storti's house. I think...it will....be fun. I'm gonna write a review of The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao pretty soon. It was a good book, and I liked reading it! That's a preview of the review I'munna write.
Later! *revs moped, runs out of gas, pedals moped*
Later! *revs moped, runs out of gas, pedals moped*
Aren't you even gonna kiss her goodbye?
No.
Yesterday we watched "Big Trouble in Little China," a mid-eighties supernatural action film starring Kurt Russell as our intrepid hero, Jack Burton.
In San Francisco with his sixteen-wheeler, Burton meets up with his old friend, man-child Wang, and after witnessing the finest dance-fighting San Francisco has to offer, they get tied up in mad hijinks involving lots of sewers and large, large hats. Wang's bride has been kidnapped, and only Jack Burton can get her back! Kim Catrall costars. Yes, seriously.
"Big Trouble" is a cult favorite among the people who live at 909 Dakin Street. Pretty much anything that comes out of Jack Burton's mouth (I no longer think of him as Kurt Russell at all) is bound to get repeated a few times. Because he's a genius.
I'd like to write a serious review of the movie like I don't get the joke, but I do get the joke. The whole movie is meant to be humorous. I think. Take this example: Jack Burton and Wang are standing in a elevator, and it starts filling with water. Burton: "What??? What is this??" It's water, Jack. Water.
I kinda thought I would hate this movie. I hate most things Tony Storti likes, and I hate Kurt Russell. But Tony was right this time, and like I said, Kurt Russell died and Jack Burton took his place. I recommend this movie wholeheartedly to anyone who likes jokes. Do you like jokes?
Positives: To the army and navy, and the battles they've won,
Negatives: To the colors of America, the colors that never run.
Grade: May the wings of freedom never lose a feather.
No actually that's a toast that takes place in the movie. Why? Heh.
Grade: A. Watch it with someone with a sense of humor. You will love it.
Yesterday we watched "Big Trouble in Little China," a mid-eighties supernatural action film starring Kurt Russell as our intrepid hero, Jack Burton.
In San Francisco with his sixteen-wheeler, Burton meets up with his old friend, man-child Wang, and after witnessing the finest dance-fighting San Francisco has to offer, they get tied up in mad hijinks involving lots of sewers and large, large hats. Wang's bride has been kidnapped, and only Jack Burton can get her back! Kim Catrall costars. Yes, seriously.
"Big Trouble" is a cult favorite among the people who live at 909 Dakin Street. Pretty much anything that comes out of Jack Burton's mouth (I no longer think of him as Kurt Russell at all) is bound to get repeated a few times. Because he's a genius.
I'd like to write a serious review of the movie like I don't get the joke, but I do get the joke. The whole movie is meant to be humorous. I think. Take this example: Jack Burton and Wang are standing in a elevator, and it starts filling with water. Burton: "What??? What is this??" It's water, Jack. Water.
I kinda thought I would hate this movie. I hate most things Tony Storti likes, and I hate Kurt Russell. But Tony was right this time, and like I said, Kurt Russell died and Jack Burton took his place. I recommend this movie wholeheartedly to anyone who likes jokes. Do you like jokes?
Positives: To the army and navy, and the battles they've won,
Negatives: To the colors of America, the colors that never run.
Grade: May the wings of freedom never lose a feather.
No actually that's a toast that takes place in the movie. Why? Heh.
Grade: A. Watch it with someone with a sense of humor. You will love it.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I am in Chicago now.
Chick-ah-go mang. Joe helped me around the el lines. I met Anan and then went to sleep.
Hanging out with Joe means lots of repeated jokes. And usually they're drawn from the strangest shit. Here's my example: he tells me he has two jokes from the movie Silence of the Lambs, that old minefield of comedy, that he likes to repeat. Apparently he and Sarah McCormick developed these at Brian's wedding. 1. Dr. Lecter. Dr. Lecter. Dr. Lecter. and 2. Buffalo Bill (that's Monk's Ted Levine) mock-screaming at the woman in the well. Except she's really screaming, and he sounds like a fat Mike Blocksidge.
Now I have nothing to do all day. Joe's at work, Anan's at work, the Stortis are driving up from Normal later, Beard and Aaron (and Stew?) haven't arrived. That leaves...Mikey. Mikey.
I'm going to write a noir story about Mikey right now.
The smell was awful. Like the bastard didn't know how to clean a plate, let alone an apartment. It wasn't much of an apartment, either. More like a home for ugly stuffed animals.
So what was I doing there? The usual. Some idiot gambles over his head, thinks he can lay low for a while. Thinks he can disappear. You can't lay low from me. You can't disappear from me.
"You can't disappear from me," I called out. No answer. The place reeked, pizza boxes piled in the corner. You couldn't see the floor. I felt bad for the schmuck. But he owed Sad Tony money, and Sad Tony was gonna collect. Me? I'm just the messenger. Bag. They call me Beardo, BJ if ya nasty. Nasty like this guy's apartment. I wanted to get the hell out of there. Dude didn't seem to be home.
I was just leaving a little note in the kitchen when I heard the noise. I'd already smashed a couple windows and figured it was ringing in my ears when I heard it again. A tiny, gay whisper: "Bomb down."
"Is that you, singer man?" I reached for my piece, made especially for me by a GUNSMITH.
Before I can blink, the bum is on top of me. There's this huge flash like he threw the sun at me, then he's standing there, pointing some kind of big bazooka my way. I barely had time to get scared. Cat was on me like he'd practiced it for years.
"You son of a--"
He pursed his lips. For a second I thought I was getting offed by Marilyn Monroe. As he pulled the trigger he nodded a little. "Headshot."
Hanging out with Joe means lots of repeated jokes. And usually they're drawn from the strangest shit. Here's my example: he tells me he has two jokes from the movie Silence of the Lambs, that old minefield of comedy, that he likes to repeat. Apparently he and Sarah McCormick developed these at Brian's wedding. 1. Dr. Lecter. Dr. Lecter. Dr. Lecter. and 2. Buffalo Bill (that's Monk's Ted Levine) mock-screaming at the woman in the well. Except she's really screaming, and he sounds like a fat Mike Blocksidge.
Now I have nothing to do all day. Joe's at work, Anan's at work, the Stortis are driving up from Normal later, Beard and Aaron (and Stew?) haven't arrived. That leaves...Mikey. Mikey.
I'm going to write a noir story about Mikey right now.
The smell was awful. Like the bastard didn't know how to clean a plate, let alone an apartment. It wasn't much of an apartment, either. More like a home for ugly stuffed animals.
So what was I doing there? The usual. Some idiot gambles over his head, thinks he can lay low for a while. Thinks he can disappear. You can't lay low from me. You can't disappear from me.
"You can't disappear from me," I called out. No answer. The place reeked, pizza boxes piled in the corner. You couldn't see the floor. I felt bad for the schmuck. But he owed Sad Tony money, and Sad Tony was gonna collect. Me? I'm just the messenger. Bag. They call me Beardo, BJ if ya nasty. Nasty like this guy's apartment. I wanted to get the hell out of there. Dude didn't seem to be home.
I was just leaving a little note in the kitchen when I heard the noise. I'd already smashed a couple windows and figured it was ringing in my ears when I heard it again. A tiny, gay whisper: "Bomb down."
"Is that you, singer man?" I reached for my piece, made especially for me by a GUNSMITH.
Before I can blink, the bum is on top of me. There's this huge flash like he threw the sun at me, then he's standing there, pointing some kind of big bazooka my way. I barely had time to get scared. Cat was on me like he'd practiced it for years.
"You son of a--"
He pursed his lips. For a second I thought I was getting offed by Marilyn Monroe. As he pulled the trigger he nodded a little. "Headshot."
Monday, May 26, 2008
An entire blog post about my neck and its muscles
My neck. Hurts.
Let's talk about my neck. Definitely not a top-ten body part. Kind of dumb-looking, difficult to shave. Pretty unspectacular. Frankly, I wouldn't miss it much, and I don't care if it knows that. No love lost.
Then last Wednesday. I'm at home, working on finals essays. I want to crack my neck. This is something I do all the time. This is common. I really had no idea my neck objected. But here it is, like the childish, backhanded rat that it is: it sits silently, twisting at my command until, with no warning, it springs its malicious plot, deliberately pulling itself just to spite me. Fucker, it hurt. I was pretty sure I was dying. Don't mind telling you I cried out for mommy as I hit the floor, writhing like Sidney Crosby. The clever little fucker. I couldn't even turn my head right without my neck biting me spitefully. Blindsided like Pearl Harbor (if you believe what you hear in school (Ron Paul for president)).
So now, over a week later, it still gives me shit. At least, often enough to blog about. Freaking ridiculous. Once in a while I turn my head and it pokes at me like a child. A child that sucks.
I have had it up to here. All suggestions for a solution welcome. I've considered coddling it with ice or pressure but we don't negotiate with terrorists.
God bless!
Love,
Steve
Let's talk about my neck. Definitely not a top-ten body part. Kind of dumb-looking, difficult to shave. Pretty unspectacular. Frankly, I wouldn't miss it much, and I don't care if it knows that. No love lost.
Then last Wednesday. I'm at home, working on finals essays. I want to crack my neck. This is something I do all the time. This is common. I really had no idea my neck objected. But here it is, like the childish, backhanded rat that it is: it sits silently, twisting at my command until, with no warning, it springs its malicious plot, deliberately pulling itself just to spite me. Fucker, it hurt. I was pretty sure I was dying. Don't mind telling you I cried out for mommy as I hit the floor, writhing like Sidney Crosby. The clever little fucker. I couldn't even turn my head right without my neck biting me spitefully. Blindsided like Pearl Harbor (if you believe what you hear in school (Ron Paul for president)).
So now, over a week later, it still gives me shit. At least, often enough to blog about. Freaking ridiculous. Once in a while I turn my head and it pokes at me like a child. A child that sucks.
I have had it up to here. All suggestions for a solution welcome. I've considered coddling it with ice or pressure but we don't negotiate with terrorists.
God bless!
Love,
Steve
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Gonna live again.
Yeah thass right. Gonna post again. Summer coming up. Got more time. Gonna be postin.
I have an idea for the blog that might be...revolutionary. We shall see. You know what I say...???
The news now is this. Brad got married! It was yesterday. It ruled! Brad is now married. He and Kady seemed happy about it. I was in the thing and I gave him the ring during the ceremony which makes me the "Best Man" but who didn't know that already. It was a good time...no...IT WAS A GREAT TIME.
I'm goin to Chicago this coming week. Joe, Tony, Paul, Aaron, Beard, Stew, people I haven't met. I'm gonna try to pronounce it like a Spanish-speaker the whole time. Chick-ah-go. Not the Sh sound white people try to force on us.
Later! *revs moped*
I have an idea for the blog that might be...revolutionary. We shall see. You know what I say...???
The news now is this. Brad got married! It was yesterday. It ruled! Brad is now married. He and Kady seemed happy about it. I was in the thing and I gave him the ring during the ceremony which makes me the "Best Man" but who didn't know that already. It was a good time...no...IT WAS A GREAT TIME.
I'm goin to Chicago this coming week. Joe, Tony, Paul, Aaron, Beard, Stew, people I haven't met. I'm gonna try to pronounce it like a Spanish-speaker the whole time. Chick-ah-go. Not the Sh sound white people try to force on us.
Later! *revs moped*
Monday, March 10, 2008
A chatlog.
I was on the computer today and Jason Kramb was on Gmail chat. Here it is! I color-coded it because otherwise chatlogs are stupid.
me: hi jason!!!
Jason: hey!
me: what's going on?
Jason: you are late! ionly got 5 minutes left!
me: poop
Jason: nothing really
its hot here
whats up there?
me: not hot
just class, nothing great
Jason: yeah kinda the same here
me: how many students do you have?
Jason: i see like 450 or something durning a week
theres 650 in the school
but who knows how many actually show up on a given day cause i don't see anyone keeping track
me: hahaha
that's pretty big, though
i thought this was going to be a tiny town
Jason: i thought so too, but its a big truckin town
lots kids
lots a hiv i hear
good times
me: fffffuck
Jason: yeah
but the people are generally cool
to me at least
cause im white
me: haha nice
white people
white people are the best people
Jason: of course
thats what ive learned from this whole things
but my internet time is up!
i gotta log out
me: poop okay
i'll talk to you later, then
aaron says hello, i'm talking to him online
Jason: yup yup
me: he misses you
Jason: haha cool
tell him i say hi too
me: Aaron: tell him i said hello
and i wish him well
and i miss him
and that i bought descent the board game and it is awesome
Jason: hahaha
cool
alright
laters!
me: later dogg
Sent at 9:32 AM on Monday
So Jason is ballin', nobody should be surprised. Jason is the best.
Valerie sent me a funny website, but I won't tell you what it is! Okay it's http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/. I think it is hilarious although each essay/post starts out like a student essay.
Take care now.
me: hi jason!!!
Jason: hey!
me: what's going on?
Jason: you are late! ionly got 5 minutes left!
me: poop
Jason: nothing really
its hot here
whats up there?
me: not hot
just class, nothing great
Jason: yeah kinda the same here
me: how many students do you have?
Jason: i see like 450 or something durning a week
theres 650 in the school
but who knows how many actually show up on a given day cause i don't see anyone keeping track
me: hahaha
that's pretty big, though
i thought this was going to be a tiny town
Jason: i thought so too, but its a big truckin town
lots kids
lots a hiv i hear
good times
me: fffffuck
Jason: yeah
but the people are generally cool
to me at least
cause im white
me: haha nice
white people
white people are the best people
Jason: of course
thats what ive learned from this whole things
but my internet time is up!
i gotta log out
me: poop okay
i'll talk to you later, then
aaron says hello, i'm talking to him online
Jason: yup yup
me: he misses you
Jason: haha cool
tell him i say hi too
me: Aaron: tell him i said hello
and i wish him well
and i miss him
and that i bought descent the board game and it is awesome
Jason: hahaha
cool
alright
laters!
me: later dogg
Sent at 9:32 AM on Monday
So Jason is ballin', nobody should be surprised. Jason is the best.
Valerie sent me a funny website, but I won't tell you what it is! Okay it's http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/. I think it is hilarious although each essay/post starts out like a student essay.
Take care now.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
BLAARRRGGHHHH
I'M A MONSTER RAAAARRHRRRRHDDDDDDHHHHHH
I feel sick. I've got tons of homework. I have nothing to write a blog entry about.
Time to write on the blog!
Today I had class and online tutoring. Online tutoring is hard! I had my first appointment today, and I got tired of typing and it was hard to tell if the student understood me well and I was glad it was a very short paper!
I have a presentation tomorrow in class. It's about teacher response with regard to second-language writing. I should probably read that particular chapter! Today is exclamation point day! ???
Okay, reading time. Take care, everyone! Someone post a funny comment!
???
I feel sick. I've got tons of homework. I have nothing to write a blog entry about.
Time to write on the blog!
Today I had class and online tutoring. Online tutoring is hard! I had my first appointment today, and I got tired of typing and it was hard to tell if the student understood me well and I was glad it was a very short paper!
I have a presentation tomorrow in class. It's about teacher response with regard to second-language writing. I should probably read that particular chapter! Today is exclamation point day! ???
Okay, reading time. Take care, everyone! Someone post a funny comment!
???
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