tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51156362012-01-30T22:47:08.206-08:00Break A Few EggsRebirth... in the Twenty-Fourth Year
Grundig22@aol.comNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-19141916542525762792008-08-26T23:31:00.000-07:002008-08-26T23:38:32.830-07:00I'm back.Alright, that was only three months. Getting better. Periodically it seems when you become arush with an absolute energy you must do it justice by channeling it in a formative way. Hence, this entry. So, here I am, three months later, still in the best job and relationship I've ever had. I have ecstasy in my system at the moment. I don't believe I've ever posted in such a state. Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-36500553699184328312008-05-13T23:15:00.000-07:002008-05-13T23:43:03.640-07:00Well, OK.Let's catch up.I've been back in New York since April 17th. My previous post from August of last year came from Las Vegas, where I lived for roughly a year and three months. Before that, Italy, and so on.Now I'm in New York. My fantasy baseball team is in last place. My father's team and Liebman's team are floating up around the top of the standings. Other than that, I am about as Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-47420553157534745922007-08-01T01:09:00.000-07:002007-08-01T01:20:16.055-07:00Missing the MilestoneI suppose the greater majority of people who spend time in my company feel intensity in my presence. I can only hope that most often this intensity is received as some form of love, because I exact very little control over its strength.Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1147901928773645622006-05-17T11:34:00.000-07:002007-08-01T01:29:08.700-07:00Vino ItalianoAaaiight. A good friend whom shall remain nameless (initials L.R.) DE-mands that I begin telling my winemaking tales within this here blog. Makes sense. Andiamo!***If and as you read this stuff, and perhaps become horribly frustrated trying to vissualize it all, fear not, as I'm gonna attempt to make a little visual-aid album to accompany it in the near future.First, a little historyNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1147005609906282162006-05-07T04:56:00.000-07:002006-05-07T05:40:18.890-07:00Portarme Fuori al Gioco con la Palla?So, in what can only be considered a totally unexpected course of events, I have a baseball tryout Tuesday night. Last night, Alessandro, his visiting friend Pierre, and myself swung by the Pesaro baseball field to say hello to a couple Alessandro is friends with, that also is involved with the business side of the local Pesaro baseball team. The team, which INealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1146210035706620752006-04-28T00:36:00.000-07:002006-04-28T00:40:35.716-07:00i cieli grigi vanno chiarirsiToday's game has been postponed on account of PIOVE. It will me made up as part of a doubleheader on Lunedi. In a surprise move, Nelo will be starting both games of that doubleheader. Alessandro Taddei has been known for his crazy managerial style, but this?Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1145995102913654082006-04-25T12:52:00.000-07:002006-04-25T12:58:22.926-07:00Dio PorcoJust for the record, there is a freaking DELI SLICER IN THE KITCHEN.A picture speaks a thousand words.Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1145746342348416602006-04-22T15:39:00.000-07:002006-04-22T15:52:22.360-07:00La Guida Fluttua su un Mare di SilenzioI sit on a long concrete bench perched against a cluster of large jagged stones. To my right: La Mare Adriatico, breathing silently with the April breeze. The sea resembles a sleeping vessel, fully alive, yet peacefully so. It effortlessly blends into the evening sky, between which, every shade of blue and green is represented, in such a way that I have Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1145392502130032442006-04-18T12:14:00.000-07:002006-04-18T13:35:02.766-07:00Sembra essere lí un pezzetto di cibo in ItaliaCiao! Come stai? OK, well I am sorry it has been a lil while since my last post, but I think I haven't had a moment without food or a utensil or both in my hands since I last wrote. These people really don't screw arpund when it comes to Pasqua (Easter). I went shopping with Alessandro Saturday morning at the Iper, a large Italian supermarket chainNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1144786907051638282006-04-11T13:19:00.000-07:002006-04-11T14:04:26.136-07:00Bene, beneOK, so it turns out that it takes a bajllion years to do that on this site. So here is the info to view my photos:Website: Ofoto.comEmail: Grundig22@aol.comPassword: GrundigView on, I say!Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1144784127983355962006-04-11T12:00:00.000-07:002006-04-11T12:49:28.480-07:00Home Sweet PesaroWhen I worked in NYC with Italians, every so often, in response to an Italian's movements or mannerisms or some strange situation, an American co-worker would say, "That's so Italian". These days, I pretty much find myself saying that in my head every twelve minutes or so.Yesterday was my first in Pesaro. I had the day off to rest and do what I like, which turned out to be a Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1144584670859187752006-04-09T04:17:00.000-07:002006-04-09T05:11:10.873-07:00Buon GiornoI feel this strange sensation that I have not felt for at least a week now: I am not hungry. I hope it goes away soon, as it is quite confusing. Yesterday I finally got around to trying some wines from the Marche, as I know I will drinking those more than any other over my stay here. Luckily, I was introduced to a guy around my age that spoke a little Inglese and works on a vineyardNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1144490247559230512006-04-08T02:11:00.000-07:002006-04-08T02:57:28.156-07:00Tutto va BeneSo yes, it be true. I be in Italy. And all is well. Two nights ago we followed up the meat lovers marathon with an Apulian dinner at Ristorante Gargano, which specializes in treats from the sea. It was nearly as magnificent as the previous evening, with the oysters taking the spotlight, as they often do. These came from the markets in Venice, which is only about forty-five Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1144487297774312942006-04-08T01:58:00.000-07:002006-04-08T02:08:17.780-07:00ALLORAFirst things first... let's post a mass email I sent the other day to catch the brethlessly anticipating internet-surfing world up to date:Hello, Ciao, Biongiorno,Greetings to family and friends of past and present and anyone I thought might be interested in hearing about this unbelievably strange journey I've undertaken. For those of you that may not know, I left Monday for Italy where I Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1129793542565154952005-10-20T00:30:00.000-07:002005-10-20T00:32:22.570-07:00Battle WonI'm sure I'm not the first, nor will I be the last to mention that all three of these ungodly hurricanes were named after women. We are the assholes, but they are just downright nasty.Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1128063906311025492005-09-29T23:43:00.000-07:002005-09-30T00:05:06.320-07:00Downtown Hipster ParadiseNow that I have had some time to consider it, I'm finding the chorus of "Cats in the Cradle" rather unsettling. Not so much as the sweet and sour aroma rising as the afternoon autumn sun warms cumulative Chinese loogies that plummet like paratroopers around my feet as I stroll northward every day.I'm awfully silent these days.Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1124265681982652642005-08-17T01:01:00.000-07:002005-08-17T01:01:21.986-07:00you must beNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1124265664582724972005-08-17T01:00:00.000-07:002005-08-17T01:02:08.653-07:00YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING MENealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1123052042467426572005-08-02T23:36:00.000-07:002005-08-03T00:15:33.043-07:00Good LuckWe are all a little silly until we all get homeWe are all a little stupid until we're on our ownWe are all a little crazy until we lose our soulWe are all a little jaded until we find our homeOr maybe that's not true.Two things I'd like to experience:A culture that doesn't approach spirituality, in any of its countless forms, sizes and expressions, with general skepticism.A broadbased Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1122882799116801362005-08-01T00:40:00.000-07:002005-08-01T00:53:19.443-07:00And the Lovesick Rejections that Accompany the Company I KeepIt is entirely purposeful:You look at me and you ask yourself, even if fleetingly, "Could this be the one?"I look at you and I challenge myself to ask myself anything other than, "Could this be one?"Let's prove each other wrong. We are as capable as any of the rest. I am having a look at Japanese knives in a Japanese knife store in Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1119078336230985812005-06-17T23:43:00.000-07:002005-06-18T01:10:09.033-07:00Mashed PotatoesI can't help but notice that I am sitting and typing this on my computer at 2:45am on a Fri/Sat, listenining to War's "Spill the Wine", as Spee snores on my couch, when I could be talking to a woman from Long Island over two highballs, every so often allowing my attention to drift pleasantly to the woman from Minnesota. Or something much better. Maybe one of them actually lives in Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1119076998994237762005-06-17T23:39:00.000-07:002005-06-17T23:43:19.000-07:00Pretending There's Drama and CandleabraWhat exactly does it take to get a drink in this place?Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1115357614195323332005-05-05T22:30:00.000-07:002005-05-05T22:33:34.200-07:00Oh, Hello ThereIn New York City, the need to play loud music can be as great as the need to sleep. Yet, the seperation of these two needs is most often represented by a physical wall. It's totally fascinating.Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1102456187273953182004-12-07T13:12:00.000-08:002004-12-07T14:04:21.873-08:00"Life is much too important a thing ever to talk seriously about it." -OW
Becco holiday party at OW bar on E58th St. last night. It was lavish and celebratory and several other adjectives that I am unable to conjure in my detox state. OW (Oscar Wilde), a place where men often go to meet and chat up other men, was a trippy scene for this particular event. I walked in last night at ten minutes Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1101454345227409702004-11-25T23:25:00.000-08:002004-11-25T23:32:25.226-08:00Let Me Clear My Throat
Ok. Even I am not quite able to follow that last post. To summarize: My Thanksgiving was about the same as years passed. Mostly warm, sunny, crisp and clear, with brief showers, partial cloud cover, patches of fog. Oh yeah, those were metaphors.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1101422736768847392004-11-25T17:40:00.000-08:002004-11-25T23:38:21.313-08:00Something to be Thankful For
I am sitting at the desk I grew up with in my mom's White Plains apartment typing on her Dell Inspiron. Behind me, my mother discusses a renovation project currently in progress at my parents' new home in Bethesda, Maryland with my 79 year old grandmother, her mother, Nettie. My father took a new job at Comcast in March 2003. My parents sold my childhood house in Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1100043212821317262004-11-09T14:35:00.000-08:002004-11-09T15:33:32.820-08:00Longest Intermission EVER
Yesterday was strange. Today is no different. Amidst the frenzy of activity, I briefly noted, as the whole city did, that winter had arrived. Sunday was a warm, lazy, late summer day. Now it is 5:30, dark, and colder than a sorority girl at a math club mixer.
So yeah, it's winter. I am 25 years old. This blog is two years old. I had my birthday off for the Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1096666622606111442004-10-01T17:44:00.000-07:002004-10-01T14:44:55.710-07:00Class is in Session
Exactly one-half of a year has passed since the 4/1 post where I "felt the change coming". I am such a prognosticator.
So, on that note, here's what I did this summer:
Saturday, May 29th: As manager of Torchia's, ran a 55-guest, five course, seated wedding reception. The bride was Irish, the groom and the rest of the guests were all Korean. The 15 minutes it took to send Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1095835572471587392004-09-21T23:25:00.000-07:002004-09-21T23:46:12.470-07:00War of the Worlds
Let not this derth of storytelling mislead you, readers. The action is present. The richness of my experience grows richer all the time, yet it has not been brought to you, dear readers. Not the way it should, not to its true potential. I have so much to say about the world and life and my enjoyment of life, but I already spend much of my day lurking about these topics withNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1095238591528385652004-09-15T01:35:00.000-07:002004-09-15T02:01:33.883-07:00Back to Life, Back to Reality (Soul II Soul)
In the next day or two, I will post a regular ole' "what's been goin' on in my life", or rather, "what I did this summer" type of email. Here's a teaser: My life is coming into focus. Things are nice and good. I am regularly quite happy.
By the way, I am no longer a virgin!
Actually, I lost my virginity when I was seventeen... but I never mentioned Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1095236523441435212004-09-15T01:06:00.000-07:002004-09-15T01:58:08.166-07:00The Continuing Voyage of Me the Sailor
There is much to say. I've had many things to say. I've forgotten most of them.
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I am tearing up space.
I have had my hands all over the place. On the dishware. On the cutlery.
I have caressed each and every glass.
I am around the block and have never seen you.
I have never pickedNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1094353009121345452004-09-04T19:52:00.000-07:002004-09-04T19:56:49.120-07:00Loco en su Cabesa
There's a hole in my bucket, dear ELIZA, dear ELIZA.
A hole in my bucket, dear ELIZA, a hole.
I'm not impressed, HENRY.
said ELIZA.
dear ELIZA.
Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1094025116386204402004-09-01T01:34:00.000-07:002004-09-03T14:28:23.010-07:00Never Again
Never again shall this wave of televised nonsense infect my palms and the ground beneath my feet.
Never again can two elements of misery converge within two neighborhoods, with no intent but to the slow the love and speed the shame. It fills me over and over. It harbors rest within my heart and finds requiem for the loss within my shredded skin.
Maybe.
Maybe someday.
Maybe under Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1093681980152512282004-08-28T01:27:00.000-07:002004-08-28T22:39:25.226-07:00Where Was I
All things eventually fold in apon themselves. Not for better, or even for worse. All events seem more patternistic by the day. There is no great force at hand likely to return humanity to humankind, so at times I feel like a great pitcher on a lousy team; I am playing out the string and trying my best to make the best of the time I have. The problems of the world often seem to Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1091217505155077382004-07-30T11:19:00.000-07:002004-07-30T12:58:25.156-07:00Not All Who Wander are Lost
nyello. things are fine. I sit in Russ's office chair at his dirty desk and I punch his coated keys on this curvy keyboard. (coated with what, i wonder?) For the past two weeks, I've been living in this highrise at the corner of 34th and 2nd, 10 days into my new job, three days until the big move: Rutgers St., where Chinatown meets the Lower East Side.
Quoting Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1086744878230205792004-06-08T18:29:00.000-07:002004-06-08T18:35:59.763-07:00Loves Labours Lost
I just wrote a really really long post and then lost the entire thing after hitting the wrong "publish". I can't believe the motherfreakers keep changing this format on me. It was actually interesting for a change. Oh well. I post again later. Maybe in like 3 months.Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1080888720692654352004-04-01T22:52:00.000-08:002004-04-01T23:01:24.810-08:00Do Not Ash on the One That Just Got You Off
I am strangely absent from myself for several days now. I have a stirred feeling that change is coming, and perhaps my mind is gearing for this change. At 7am this morning, Debra shook me out of deep R.E.M. and a rich dream state, and then we set foward into morning reflection. I dreamt I was in my childhood home. I ran down the hall to my parent'sNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1079509997492292562004-03-16T23:53:00.000-08:002004-03-17T00:28:47.733-08:00No Comment
This is something to be considered: What dictates loneliness? Why does it flourish? Loneliness seems to be the basis for most fear. So I'll contemplate this one theory much discussed: The only absolute truth is my own existence. So it goes, then, that my understanding of myself, of my own psyche, of the conscious and the unconscious, is not simply the most complete understanding Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1073806760736290192004-01-10T23:39:00.000-08:002004-01-11T00:00:50.093-08:00The Number You are Trying To Call Cannot be Reached by This Method
It's kind of incredible watching this newly programmed name pop up in the little caller I.D. screen on my cell phone with some regularity... even though until recently the name had never been there before. I'm happy for my phone. Although he doesn't let on much, I can tell he's a bit excited about this new name, and pleased toNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1071225714179527892003-12-12T02:41:00.000-08:002003-12-12T02:43:00.280-08:00OK, fine. I'll join the party: Miserable FailureNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1071223405379583932003-12-12T02:03:00.000-08:002003-12-12T02:32:27.560-08:00The Madness of King Neeklacht
No light bulb has blown in my apartment for months now, so I was a bit rattled when the middle of three bulbs above my medicine cabinet sputtered and burnt moments ago.
I am in a movie hangover. They last hours usually, sometimes a day or two. During a movie hangover, I talk, think and act like the characters in the film. It's never for the benefit of others. Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1069493329744422492003-11-22T01:28:00.000-08:002003-11-22T01:34:53.390-08:00My Mom is Turning, I Think She's Turning, I Really Think So
I feel this psychotic urge to write. I feel as if my brain, like my computer, spent time in limbo, bent down under an overload of memory, under the pressures of a spreading virus. I needed a new hard drive in the worst of ways. This is not really how the human mind works, we do not often completely break down, only to be revived, ourNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1069444388254180372003-11-21T11:53:00.000-08:002003-11-21T11:55:04.483-08:00Say No to Cracking
UGGGH. I am so achey today. Every joint on my body has been cracking lately, and I walk around cracking up a storm. It must sound like I'm hiding bubble wrap under my jacket. Plus, I believe I may be losing feeling in several of my toes and one or two of my fingers. I'll probably let this continue until one of my arms falls off before I swing by a medical center. It's Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1069220955298910752003-11-18T21:49:00.000-08:002003-11-19T11:34:08.450-08:00Spin The Black Circle
I am going to do this i really am this is really something that I want to do. Keep saying this , Neal. Say it over and over again. Like yesterday when you were in the shower and you said to yourself "you really have to stop telling your boss you are going to be at work at 2pm and then show up at 2:30pm", and then you were late again the next day. These are the patheticNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1061183596311153792003-08-17T22:13:00.000-07:002003-11-19T11:34:20.280-08:00Counting the Cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
I leave tomorrow on the aforementioned trip. Here is the link for the tour website.Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1058334647376079632003-07-15T22:50:00.000-07:002003-11-19T11:34:37.780-08:00Drunkey Drunkerton Has a Snack
Yeah, so I worked a 15 hour day today... I just polished off a paper cup of Honey Nut Cheerios and an extra extra large screwdriver... I'm gonna listen to an hour of Loveline, play some SSX Tricky, and pass out like I've never passed out before. Man how the single life rocks. Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1057217841934940852003-07-03T00:37:00.000-07:002003-11-19T11:34:54.216-08:00like a fish flopping on the ground with no air no air in the water to breathe
The Mets are either 5-0 or 5-1 in the games I've attended this year, which is pretty amazing considering how awful they are. If it should be so that there is a God and stuff like, means stuff... then I'll feel guilty for not going to more games, giving them a better chance to make the playoffs. I'll tell you one Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1056835514662172242003-06-28T14:25:00.000-07:002003-11-19T11:35:07.420-08:00Oh, by the wanyhoo, I have a comments section. I can finally find out if anyone has ever seen this... so comment on, young soldiers, comment on.Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1056835366101548022003-06-28T14:22:00.000-07:002003-11-19T11:35:19.793-08:00David Rupret, Eat Your Heart Out
Welcome to the Food Emporium, Pleasantvile Rd., Briarcliff Manor, NY... where the Westchester elite gather to discuss the fine quality of "our" supermarket's sushi.
Welcome to the Stop and Shop, Arcadian Shopping Center, Ossining... where all the degenerate losers of all the world congregate to buy crappy, beat up produce.
I feel like right now I am teetering Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-1056693748274145992003-06-26T23:02:00.000-07:002003-11-19T11:35:35.653-08:00You Have Not Been Paying Attention
String us along, Elastic Lioness
Depart from our skin through an open abscess
Talk about it on the telephone
hear about me on the radio
You'd cover your eyes
but you've become a shadow
Feeling fine and on top of it
Feeling as a harbor man does
before the big storm
and the salt stains the dock
sweat and wet air and a greying man
i am tonight
and the ships areNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-948531932003-05-25T00:10:00.000-07:002003-11-19T11:35:51.640-08:00Whooooooooo Are You? Who Who, Who Who? (I Really Wanna Know)
I have this strange quirk lately where I am generally reluctant to take any medication that isn't perscribed to me. I feel strange taking aspirin, knowing that even if it erases the pain, the cause of the pain is still under there somewhere, even if only in my mind. It's almost as if self-medicating is a cop out, an escape from the Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-919038972003-04-03T01:28:00.000-08:002003-11-19T11:36:15.920-08:00Hope Springs External
Why is that each and every year the sweet taste of baseball is embittered (a word?) by the realization that I'm still terrible at being a student? I still have no idea what to write because I am still ridiculously ashamed of my own actions... and I feel ridiculous that I approch the world and other people as a critical thinker, when the critical thinking I've done for Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-908427112003-03-16T23:15:00.000-08:002003-11-19T11:36:50.403-08:00It's an Old Sicilian Message...
Just in case today unfolds as the spark that lights the fuse that reaches the sticks that end it all... This will fit neatly into the final scheme of things... as will this. Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-901623392003-03-04T22:43:00.000-08:002003-11-19T11:37:05.873-08:00We Draw at Haaaaayyyhh Noon... or Roughly 3:30
I have to read 100 pages for my presentation on the social myth that was Western film by tomorrow at 3pm... if I fall short of my goal, I plan to time my student walk-out accordingly, conveniently taking to the streets at the exact point in the presentation that the text becomes unfamiliar. I'll keep walking until either this administration makes Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-900327332003-03-02T20:50:00.000-08:002003-11-19T11:37:23.090-08:00A Blog Divided Cannot Stand
OK, so apparantely my Rebirth blog needed a rebirth of its own. I was unable to fix a problem that was making the blog even less readable than usual, and the fine people at Blogger(tm) must've been too busy blogging to respond to my several pleas for help. So I've essentially hit the reload button on the whole darn operation. and it's springtime, time to begin Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-899482182003-03-01T01:56:00.000-08:002003-03-01T01:56:03.030-08:00[2/5/2003 1:57:37 AM | Neal Jacobs]
My capacities are dwindlindling, 'til they're gone gone gone.... but everything is comin up, everything is going as planned yeah
Can i Change my mind? Baby, can I change my mind?
So, I'm irritated by the fact that blog has apparantley gone cabo st. loco.... and by the loss of two straight blogs. oy, i can't really afford to lose any blogs.
Tonight a Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-899482032003-03-01T01:55:00.000-08:002003-11-19T11:33:54.090-08:00[1/30/2003 4:02:48 AM | Neal Jacobs]
Idiot's Delight
Nevermind... we made up.. kind of.
I am the weakest person in all the wide wonderful world wide web and beyond. and i'm embrassed that i post this bullshit. I'll try harder later
[1/30/2003 2:52:42 AM | Neal Jacobs]
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-899481862003-03-01T01:54:00.000-08:002003-03-01T01:54:27.356-08:00[11/29/2002 3:46:49 PM | Neal Jacobs]
We're Off to See the Wizard
Headin out to see Mr. Doughty. I'm impressed that I can still move after yesterday. I'll have plenty to say when I get back. hope all is well in the world outside my mind
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[11/25/2002 11:48:20 PM | Neal Jacobs]
I return to this computer, in consideration of space... and filling it.
Voice lesson today. I'm working on the Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-899481732003-03-01T01:53:00.000-08:002003-03-01T01:53:53.733-08:00[11/21/2002 3:28:41 AM | Neal Jacobs]
Some More On Coughing...
I hadn't checked in some time the Doughty website that I hyperlinked in the last post. So I did last night, and it took me off on an Soul Coughing/High School nostalgia tour that culminated in buying tikets for a Doughty show downtown next Friday. I'm gonna have to take off work, but it's quite worth it. I am burstin at the seams, Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115636.post-899481462003-03-01T01:52:00.000-08:002010-05-12T20:35:40.093-07:00[10/26/2002 3:20:02 AM | Neal Jacobs]Horton Hears HumilityI am starting to see some progress with my voice lessons. Nothing magical, but I think I'm at least forming a foundation for later work. Then again, I'm not entirely sure what I'm hoping to get out of this. For now, the 3 upper level credits will do. That's a sad sentence. So today...today was just a day fading into another. And that can'tNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08927239515401934446noreply@blogger.com0