31.8.09
downs than ups
recently I was very angry, I am no longer angry! the miracles of time to yourself in a beautiful place. Thanks to them trees and things that just look amazing in the setting sun and you can't be angry while around.
29.8.09
28.8.09
YEAAAHHH BOIII
I just fucking got my new computer and I'm on that shit right now. It's a beautiful mofo, and I think i fell in love again >.< this shit is so nice and new and even smells like fucking new sex it's amazing. So I thought one of the first things I should do was post on it... thanks guys for getting me so addicted to posting my blog that the first thing I do on a new computer is install firefox (of course) and then post... I'm a go install tons of shit on this computer now. yes.
25.8.09
23.8.09
packed
I packed pretty much everything I think I'll need/want, it's a one bag thing; the normal clothes in one bag, the electronics and objects of personal value in one bag, the shoes in one bag, the bedding in one bag, the dress clothes in one bag, the hats in a small bag, and I'll be carrying my life in my backpack, as usual. I've sorted through pretty much my entire room, cleaned out most of it, the rest will get cleaned out at some point tonight or tomorrow. Gone through ALL of my pens...and I love pens and pencils, and I have 200+, no exageration required, it's ridiculous. I'm sure I'm forgetting a few things, but I doubt it's very much, tonight Mari's sleeping over, it'll be nice to see her right before I leave, because tomorrow we drive upstate around midday, I'll prolly hop online to check the email tomorrow night, there's a few things I've gotta pack up from up there, and then on tuesday I'm starting bright and early up at RPI. Along with 1370 other freshmen, 27% of which are female, and pretty much exactly 1% I know (not the females, the entire class silly). I'll have super high speed internet there, and a roommate, we'll see how things go, feels a little weird to be leaving without the intent to come back, yes I'll visit, yes I'll see everything again, yes I'll sleep in that bed again, but I'll never live here again, not permanently, hopefully not even for a duration like my brother is doing. I'll be finally really truly free, it's beautiful. I'll miss people, I'll miss places, I'll miss doing things (sidenote; bought a copy of Farenheit 451 to take to college, read it like 3 more times over the past coupla weeks, there's an amazing piece on death and remembering people that really hit me these times, maybe cause since I've read it I've had three people who I really care about die, both on purpose and not, but it's amazing, has to do with missing and how people fit into other people's lives), and I'll miss the times I had. But some of those I'll stick with, mostly people, some of those I'll forget, mostly places, and some will never leave me, people again. The ones that fade until they're gone don't really matter in the first place usually, not always, so I'll try to keep my forgetting/disappearing to a minimum. It's been fun.
22.8.09
enjoy
A MOMENT OF SILENCE, BEFORE I START THIS POEM
Before I start this poem, I'd like to ask you to join me
In a moment of silence
In honor of those who died in the World Trade Center and the
Pentagon last September 11th.
I would also like to ask you
To offer up a moment of silence
For all of those who have been harassed, imprisoned,
disappeared, tortured, raped, or killed in retaliation for those strikes,
For the victims in both Afghanistan and the U.S.
And if I could just add one more thing...
A full day of silence
For the tens of thousands of Palestinians who have died at the
hands of U.S.-backed Israeli
forces over decades of occupation.
Six months of silence for the million and-a-half Iraqi people,
mostly children, who have died of
malnourishment or starvation as a result of an 11-year U.S.
embargo against the country.
Before I begin this poem,
Two months of silence for the Blacks under Apartheid in South Africa,
Where homeland security made them aliens in their own country.
Nine months of silence for the dead in Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
Where death rained down and peeled back every layer of
concrete, steel, earth and skin
And the survivors went on as if alive.
A year of silence for the millions of dead in Vietnam - a people,
not a war - for those who
know a thing or two about the scent of burning fuel, their
relatives' bones buried in it, their babies born of it.
A year of silence for the dead in Cambodia and Laos, victims of
a secret war ... ssssshhhhh....
Say nothing ... we don't want them to learn that they are dead.
Two months of silence for the decades of dead in Colombia,
Whose names, like the corpses they once represented, have
piled up and slipped off our tongues.
Before I begin this poem.
An hour of silence for El Salvador ...
An afternoon of silence for Nicaragua ...
Two days of silence for the Guatemaltecos ...
None of whom ever knew a moment of peace in their living years.
45 seconds of silence for the 45 dead at Acteal, Chiapas
25 years of silence for the hundred million Africans who found
their graves far deeper in the ocean than any building could
poke into the sky.
There will be no DNA testing or dental records to identify their remains.
And for those who were strung and swung from the heights of
sycamore trees in the south, the north, the east, and the west...
100 years of silence...
For the hundreds of millions of indigenous peoples from this half
of right here,
Whose land and lives were stolen,
In postcard-perfect plots like Pine Ridge, Wounded Knee, Sand
Creek,
Fallen Timbers, or the Trail of Tears.
Names now reduced to innocuous magnetic poetry on the
refrigerator of our consciousness ...
So you want a moment of silence?
And we are all left speechless
Our tongues snatched from our mouths
Our eyes stapled shut
A moment of silence
And the poets have all been laid to rest
The drums disintegrating into dust.
Before I begin this poem,
You want a moment of silence
You mourn now as if the world will never be the same
And the rest of us hope to hell it won't be. Not like it always has
been.
Because this is not a 9/11 poem.
This is a 9/10 poem,
It is a 9/9 poem,
A 9/8 poem,
A 9/7 poem
This is a 1492 poem.
This is a poem about what causes poems like this to be written.
And if this is a 9/11 poem, then:
This is a September 11th poem for Chile, 1971.
This is a September 12th poem for Steven Biko in South Africa,
1977.
This is a September 13th poem for the brothers at Attica Prison,
New York, 1971.
This is a September 14th poem for Somalia, 1992.
This is a poem for every date that falls to the ground in ashes
This is a poem for the 110 stories that were never told
The 110 stories that history chose not to write in textbooks
The 110 stories that CNN, BBC, The New York Times, and
Newsweek ignored.
This is a poem for interrupting this program.
And still you want a moment of silence for your dead?
We could give you lifetimes of empty:
The unmarked graves
The lost languages
The uprooted trees and histories
The dead stares on the faces of nameless children
Before I start this poem we could be silent forever
Or just long enough to hunger,
For the dust to bury us
And you would still ask us
For more of our silence.
If you want a moment of silence
Then stop the oil pumps
Turn off the engines and the televisions
Sink the cruise ships
Crash the stock markets
Unplug the marquee lights,
Delete the instant messages,
Derail the trains, the light rail transit.
If you want a moment of silence, put a brick through the window
of Taco Bell,
And pay the workers for wages lost.
Tear down the liquor stores,
The townhouses, the White Houses, the jailhouses, the
Penthouses and the Playboys.
If you want a moment of silence,
Then take it
On Super Bowl Sunday,
The Fourth of July
During Dayton's 13 hour sale
Or the next time your white guilt fills the room where my beautiful
people have gathered.
You want a moment of silence
Then take it NOW,
Before this poem begins.
Here, in the echo of my voice,
In the pause between goosesteps of the second hand,
In the space between bodies in embrace,
Here is your silence.
Take it.
But take it all...Don't cut in line.
Let your silence begin at the beginning of crime. But we,
Tonight we will keep right on singing...For our dead.
EMMANUEL ORTIZ, 11 Sep 2002.
Before I start this poem, I'd like to ask you to join me
In a moment of silence
In honor of those who died in the World Trade Center and the
Pentagon last September 11th.
I would also like to ask you
To offer up a moment of silence
For all of those who have been harassed, imprisoned,
disappeared, tortured, raped, or killed in retaliation for those strikes,
For the victims in both Afghanistan and the U.S.
And if I could just add one more thing...
A full day of silence
For the tens of thousands of Palestinians who have died at the
hands of U.S.-backed Israeli
forces over decades of occupation.
Six months of silence for the million and-a-half Iraqi people,
mostly children, who have died of
malnourishment or starvation as a result of an 11-year U.S.
embargo against the country.
Before I begin this poem,
Two months of silence for the Blacks under Apartheid in South Africa,
Where homeland security made them aliens in their own country.
Nine months of silence for the dead in Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
Where death rained down and peeled back every layer of
concrete, steel, earth and skin
And the survivors went on as if alive.
A year of silence for the millions of dead in Vietnam - a people,
not a war - for those who
know a thing or two about the scent of burning fuel, their
relatives' bones buried in it, their babies born of it.
A year of silence for the dead in Cambodia and Laos, victims of
a secret war ... ssssshhhhh....
Say nothing ... we don't want them to learn that they are dead.
Two months of silence for the decades of dead in Colombia,
Whose names, like the corpses they once represented, have
piled up and slipped off our tongues.
Before I begin this poem.
An hour of silence for El Salvador ...
An afternoon of silence for Nicaragua ...
Two days of silence for the Guatemaltecos ...
None of whom ever knew a moment of peace in their living years.
45 seconds of silence for the 45 dead at Acteal, Chiapas
25 years of silence for the hundred million Africans who found
their graves far deeper in the ocean than any building could
poke into the sky.
There will be no DNA testing or dental records to identify their remains.
And for those who were strung and swung from the heights of
sycamore trees in the south, the north, the east, and the west...
100 years of silence...
For the hundreds of millions of indigenous peoples from this half
of right here,
Whose land and lives were stolen,
In postcard-perfect plots like Pine Ridge, Wounded Knee, Sand
Creek,
Fallen Timbers, or the Trail of Tears.
Names now reduced to innocuous magnetic poetry on the
refrigerator of our consciousness ...
So you want a moment of silence?
And we are all left speechless
Our tongues snatched from our mouths
Our eyes stapled shut
A moment of silence
And the poets have all been laid to rest
The drums disintegrating into dust.
Before I begin this poem,
You want a moment of silence
You mourn now as if the world will never be the same
And the rest of us hope to hell it won't be. Not like it always has
been.
Because this is not a 9/11 poem.
This is a 9/10 poem,
It is a 9/9 poem,
A 9/8 poem,
A 9/7 poem
This is a 1492 poem.
This is a poem about what causes poems like this to be written.
And if this is a 9/11 poem, then:
This is a September 11th poem for Chile, 1971.
This is a September 12th poem for Steven Biko in South Africa,
1977.
This is a September 13th poem for the brothers at Attica Prison,
New York, 1971.
This is a September 14th poem for Somalia, 1992.
This is a poem for every date that falls to the ground in ashes
This is a poem for the 110 stories that were never told
The 110 stories that history chose not to write in textbooks
The 110 stories that CNN, BBC, The New York Times, and
Newsweek ignored.
This is a poem for interrupting this program.
And still you want a moment of silence for your dead?
We could give you lifetimes of empty:
The unmarked graves
The lost languages
The uprooted trees and histories
The dead stares on the faces of nameless children
Before I start this poem we could be silent forever
Or just long enough to hunger,
For the dust to bury us
And you would still ask us
For more of our silence.
If you want a moment of silence
Then stop the oil pumps
Turn off the engines and the televisions
Sink the cruise ships
Crash the stock markets
Unplug the marquee lights,
Delete the instant messages,
Derail the trains, the light rail transit.
If you want a moment of silence, put a brick through the window
of Taco Bell,
And pay the workers for wages lost.
Tear down the liquor stores,
The townhouses, the White Houses, the jailhouses, the
Penthouses and the Playboys.
If you want a moment of silence,
Then take it
On Super Bowl Sunday,
The Fourth of July
During Dayton's 13 hour sale
Or the next time your white guilt fills the room where my beautiful
people have gathered.
You want a moment of silence
Then take it NOW,
Before this poem begins.
Here, in the echo of my voice,
In the pause between goosesteps of the second hand,
In the space between bodies in embrace,
Here is your silence.
Take it.
But take it all...Don't cut in line.
Let your silence begin at the beginning of crime. But we,
Tonight we will keep right on singing...For our dead.
EMMANUEL ORTIZ, 11 Sep 2002.
tradition
Staying up the last night of our trip in martha's vineyard playing games and watching TV, prolly go watch the sun rise or something. Then on to the rest of the day and leaving and seeing people and packing. Woohoo!
18.8.09
salt water
I love the smell of the ocean, I was at the beach for a few hours today, maybe 4 hours or something. And I just couldn't get over the ocean. So much movement and control in such a large amount of space. And when I was swimming I felt like maybe if I kept going I would end up somewhere else. Maybe on the shore of Europe or something. There was just a huge feeling of connection to the world, and not just people, but the actual land too. I think I'm going to spend some serious time on the ocean in my life. Prolly got sunburned, but I don't really care, and I'm going back tomorrow :P Thought a lot about the trip to gurney's and how much I just enjoyed being with the people there, specially hanging with mari on the beach was just nice. I'm starting to feel a little bit of the strain of going back to school, and I'm missing being completely relaxed, that's pretty much it. Thinking about a lot of things and people.
16.8.09
what's really good ninjaaahh? (emphasis on them Hs)
So it's the morning, which is kindof the only time I get to myself here, which I have no problem with, it's just that I don't get many moments to post :P either it's really late at night (right after matt goes to sleep and right before I go to sleep) or we're busy doing something. I really enjoy it here, mad amounts of fun, of course, but I miss being in the city and seeing everyone there that I care about. My phone has zero reception here, except when we drive past the airport on our way to somewheres.... Yesterday I saw district 9. It was amazing. Maybe the best movie I've seen in recent times (newly released). It was as good as Moon no question. AMAZING. Peter Jackson pulled through again, Lotr, and now District 9. I recommend any and all to go see it NOW. Still can't wrap my mind around how epic it was. At the movie theater we (matt and I) ran into Will and Sarah and Will's family (mom+step-dad+bro). So we'll prolly chill with them at some point. Made me really think about all the ppl who I'm not going to see very much of and not going to spend much time with who I really enjoy chilling with, like those two. Will's been a housemate for 4 years, and we both chill and play games and smoke a little, I think we weren't friends for a while because we're a little too similar, but now that we've started to grow our different ways we've started to enjoy each others company. Sarah's just fun, who doesn't like a frenchy? :P don't answer that. It was nice/weird to see Dalton people. And they really are just people who I know from seeing them at Dalton. I'm trying to figure out for myself what life will be like at RPI, even though there's no way of knowing yet, so I'm just spinning my mental wheels without determining anything, frustrating, but I can't do anything about it, my brain's on autopilot. I've been chilling with Rach a bunch too, she's really great and I'm going to miss my little sis even though I'll see her a lot and talk to here muchos, I've watched her grow up and in a lot of ways really been an older brother who she can talk to about things that she can't with Matt (I've always wanted a little sister, my parents just didn't follow through). We had a whole conversation about boys and girls (seems to always come up ya?) Because she's never had a real boyfriend, just flings or "being together"s, nothing official. Of course I'm the leading expert on longterm relationships, because I've had so many of them I don't know what to do with myself.... >.< But I know a little about the way guys work. I said she really needs some good guy friends, which I know can be hard to find for a girl, the points I really enjoyed about the conversation were things I sortof came to realize about the way I interact with girls, that all my relationships with girls are flirtatious, regardless of whether I want to get into their pants or not, because it's not a relationship with a guy, which is very different, and of course we got to the "girls are so much more complicated" and yes they are, but it's guys' fault. Guys simply respond to the signals that girls send out. That's all. So for a dude life is simple, we just look at girls and respond (very basically), they need to figure out the exact signal to send out, or else we respond improperly, that's the real problem. That's the real basic view of things, really, really basic. But I think it holds solid under scrutiny. I've been thinking about relationships a lot;friendships, romances, mentorships, and anything else that I didn't think of. I can't wait to leave EVERYTHING behind about my old life, and look at it in a pile and pick and choose what I want to keep with me and take into my new way of living. I'm just worried that I'll miss something that's really small (don't worry friends *ahem jessi* there's no way I'd forget you) but something that I'm NOT thinking of right now, that I"ll miss without realizing it. I'm getting a little nervous about college, and I'm tired of waiting. I just want to start, and deal with the problems that come up and the things that I want to change, instead of where I'm at right now, which is just waiting and trying to figure out what all those problems will be and trying to prepare myself for them. I don't like this. But for now, I'm going to exercise my power of self-control and stop worrying about it, enjoy myself for another week before I get back, and then go to work packing up my old life (literally and emotionally/mentally) with vigor (good word, oh thanks russell, you're welcome). I'll try to throw something up everyday, it may be long or it may be not-so-long. for matt; 40 pounds.
15.8.09
beach
today was fun. Went to the beach for a good piece of time, it was gorgeous. I'm prolly not going to be able to go tomorrow. But I might go see district 9 tomorrow, cool stuff. Real tired right now, I'll put some more shit up tomorrow.
13.8.09
meteors
there wasn't a shower because there is too much cloud cover. But it's a beautiful night out. For anyone who is reading this tonight you should step outside for a moment and brathe the cool summer air, it's wonderful.
flight
So I'm chilling in Martha's Vineyard with Matt now. Mad amounts of fun, already been playing WoW a bunch. Meteor shower tonight, at like 2:30, so I'll prolly be up watching that, but I'm mad tired, so you never know what'll happen. I put some pictures up of the patio, there are more, and I'll try to put up a schematic of the whole thing, and some pictures of the walkway out front that's my favorite piece we did. The flight was pretty delayed, but I brought tetris for the old gameboy, thanks a lot Mari, I got me hooked again by giving it to you :P It's pretty silly. I beat it 5 times while waiting for the flight, and then again on the flight itself >.< Talked to Miranda, she seems really good, makes me happy to hear her voice. I'll catch you guys tomorrow.
12.8.09
pictures tomorrow
So I'm back in town momentarily, seeing people like crazy! Trying to have an opportunity to see people before I leave. Tomorrow I'm going to put the pictures up, really. See you guys then.
11.8.09
goodbye
I said goodbye today,
to a lot of things inside my head,
some people even heard me say,
goodbye. But I'm not dead.
I had to say goodbye today,
to someone who I cherish,
set not in stone but just soft clay,
someone to see before I perish.
I wanted to say goodbye today,
but I couldn't choke out the words,
to whisper softly as I lay,
the time is past, the milk is curds.
I couldn't say goodbye today,
could not stand the loneliness,
it wasn't too high a price to pay,
but she was wearing such a pretty dress.
A strong Goodbye I said today,
I spoke within myself.
Declared it loud to mental me,
and put emotions on a shelf.
I wanted more time, beyond today,
more time for me and you and you,
but there is no time to roll in hay,
for you are leaving too.
to a lot of things inside my head,
some people even heard me say,
goodbye. But I'm not dead.
I had to say goodbye today,
to someone who I cherish,
set not in stone but just soft clay,
someone to see before I perish.
I wanted to say goodbye today,
but I couldn't choke out the words,
to whisper softly as I lay,
the time is past, the milk is curds.
I couldn't say goodbye today,
could not stand the loneliness,
it wasn't too high a price to pay,
but she was wearing such a pretty dress.
A strong Goodbye I said today,
I spoke within myself.
Declared it loud to mental me,
and put emotions on a shelf.
I wanted more time, beyond today,
more time for me and you and you,
but there is no time to roll in hay,
for you are leaving too.
9.8.09
leaving
Tonight is my last night up here for a while, although I'll be staying for one night before going up to RPI on the 25th just to break up the driving a little bit, it won't really be the same. I'll be on my way to something else and not really thinking about being here the same way, although there will probably be moments of pondering throughout the night that I doubt I'll be sleeping. It feels a little funny not to know when I'll really have more time here, although I get tired of being her basically alone from the company of my friends, recently I've had people come visit me and have enjoyed seeing them in the context of this beautiful place, which has removed a lot of the loneliness I normally attach to Gilboa. Tomorrow I head back to the city, and I'll be desperately trying to see everyone who I want to see and need to have one last contact with before I disappear, and at the same time I'll be trying to get enough shopping for last minute things in that I won't be desperate on the last day I'll have in the city (somehow I feel like I'll be a little bit busy packing then...) I've got a bunch of pictures that I'd like to put up, this weekend was a lot of fun, hanging with Jess and getting to show her around this part of my world a little bit, but it felt like she was barely here before it was time to go, so that was a little sad, I guess part of it is because I slept till 9 both days >.< so late for me recently. We found a turtle in the middle of the road, it turned out to be a painted turtle, and we saved it from whatever car may have hit it in the future, put it instead down by our little runoff creek by the driveway. I took a buncha pictures, and tomorrow, when I get back to the high-speed internet world, I'll put the ones I like the most up, as well as patio pictures, and maybe even a few of people and the weird things that they do and look like! Heh, maybe I'm evil. I do very much miss a fast internet, that and my friends are the things that draw me back to the city from the back country. If I had a lot of friends up here, and a fast internet, I would never need to come back! That's not true, but I enjoy the pretense behind it. I've been doing a lot of thinking, probably too much but that's what happens when you've suddenly stopped working and have a lot of free time on your hands, but I'm in the middle of a good book in the middle of a good series (the fourth book of the Belgariad by David Eddings, one of my favorite authors [nod to Josh from way back when]) so I'll have to do a full report of mental ponderings at some later date, I have a feeling that my time tomorrow and Tuesday will be jam packed with visiting and shopping and packing and organizing. My thoughts might not be with you specifically, but maybe they are, they tend to flit around a lot.
-R
-R
6.8.09
So I'm exhausted, but today was the last day working on the patio that we made. I thought I would try to upload a coupla photos, so we'll just have to see if it's worth it. Besides that I'm going to sleep early tonight, still have a little work to do that I'll finish tomorrow, and then Jessi's coming to visit. Really looking forward to it, haven't had much of a chance to just be with her (ahem, ms. I have work everyday all summer). Sorry this is such a measly report, but I'm worn out. photos to follow.
photos failed, I'll put them up later.
photos failed, I'll put them up later.
4.8.09
foods
So this is all about food. I'm chilling upstate, family and Mari left on Monday (yesterday) after dinner, and I'm making/eating food on my own, and working of course. But I've gotta get up, make my own coffee, my own sandwich for lunch, get all my shit together, make morning toast (or a Poptart for a treat cause my mom got them for me during one of those "my baby's leaving soon I want to spoil him" moments that I capitalized on :P) and then stay on schedule getting out the house to drive to work. When I get home, I've got to make myself dinner, although there's a lot of cold chili and mac and cheese in the fridge, I ate a burger tonight, my bro made it when he made his from the rest of the beef and left it in the fridge for me, so I put a little Tabasco into the mix and threw it onto the grill for a few. Got it PERFECT, very surprising to me, but it was the perfect medium-rareness. So I got a delicious burger, and I've been thinking about food since then pretty much. A lot of people don't eat meat, and I can understand that they have personal views that interfere with them enjoying one of the most(if not the most) delicious foods, but it's never for me; I would be perfectly fine with hunting my own food even, although I think that a lot of people would not be able to stomach something they killed themselves, it would be essentially perfect for me, my qualms for eating food is the support of unhumane activities performed on animals in order for me to easily obtain and eat them, but if I worked and struggled to track, find and kill an animal, in the most essential way I have taken their life, and am the most deserved to eat them (very carnivorous and animalistic I know, but I think it makes a lot more sense that way). I hate people who hunt for sport, it makes absolutely no sense and I find it a disgusting useless waste of life, similar to soldiers slaughtering helpless people asking for help, if you use chemicals or something that force a deer to come to a certain place and sit drinking beer in a blind up in a tree waiting for it than you deserve to fall and break your neck. Hunting is such an essential part of animals, humans are still animals, that I'm sure some part of those people feel every instinct rebelling against the unnatural death of the creatures they kill. But I've gone way off topic, I meant to be talking about how much I love food, and how much it means to me to be able to eat every single day, 3 times a day at least. That I am allowed by our society to eat basically whatever I want, when I want. And that I've had a childhood where I've only gone hungry by my own actions or because I get hungry too quickly for my parents to carry me home as a small child :P. Not to say that I've never been hungry, but that in some manner I could have changed the occurences and incidents that led to me not going home and not having money. A little different of a situation than some homeless people (not all, probably not even most). That's the main reason that I usually give change to homeless people, I do know hunger, and I hate seeing someone else have to go through it.
So that's my rant on food :P hope you enjoyed it. Quick update for anyone who cares, if you don't fuck off xD Work was hard today, a fairly long day; 10 hours, which means I got home pretty tired, unfortunately I didn't take a shower because I learned there was a new WoW patch, and I have been trying to download it...How long will it take you might ask? on a slow dial-up system in the middle of nowhere in New York State? Oh only about 63 hours.... So I'll probably be back in the city by the time it's done.... Makes me a little sad because now I won't be able to play till I get the patch and all. Sigh. Sounds like my parents are coming back tomorrow instead of friday, which is honestly quite a disappointment to me, I though that they trusted me with the house, but apparently they can't leave me alone for more than a day. That's the true way it feels to me, despite all the various excuses, but it's ok, soon I'll be gone for good and will see them every so often, so it doesn't really affect me whatever the real reason is, I just wished I had more than one night to myself to think and write like I'm doing tonight is all, and definitely more time in order to listen to music on the good speakers, when my rents are around my kind of music isn't acceptable on the house's speakers. True to my statement I'll try to keep throwing something up, we'll just have to see how much I manage as we try to squeeze the rest of the work into these next three days, I'm going to be working real hard because I want to finish the patio in 2 days, and then George has a little more work for me, building some shelves in his house with him, So I should be done working by the weekend. If that works than I can go back to the city with my mom on Monday, see people monday and Tuesday and head to MV on wednesday or something. If work doesn't work out that way than I'm going to need to seriously figure things out, but I will, no worries. This place is beautiful, and I have no doubt that I'm going to get a forge built up here, then I can come up here and work on metals sometimes from RPI, maybe in a year or so, but still at sometime. I still can't get over how amazing it is here, but I'm exhausted, I seem to have poured the last of my energy into this post, and I still haven't showered yet, must be crazy. Till tomorrow.
-R
So that's my rant on food :P hope you enjoyed it. Quick update for anyone who cares, if you don't fuck off xD Work was hard today, a fairly long day; 10 hours, which means I got home pretty tired, unfortunately I didn't take a shower because I learned there was a new WoW patch, and I have been trying to download it...How long will it take you might ask? on a slow dial-up system in the middle of nowhere in New York State? Oh only about 63 hours.... So I'll probably be back in the city by the time it's done.... Makes me a little sad because now I won't be able to play till I get the patch and all. Sigh. Sounds like my parents are coming back tomorrow instead of friday, which is honestly quite a disappointment to me, I though that they trusted me with the house, but apparently they can't leave me alone for more than a day. That's the true way it feels to me, despite all the various excuses, but it's ok, soon I'll be gone for good and will see them every so often, so it doesn't really affect me whatever the real reason is, I just wished I had more than one night to myself to think and write like I'm doing tonight is all, and definitely more time in order to listen to music on the good speakers, when my rents are around my kind of music isn't acceptable on the house's speakers. True to my statement I'll try to keep throwing something up, we'll just have to see how much I manage as we try to squeeze the rest of the work into these next three days, I'm going to be working real hard because I want to finish the patio in 2 days, and then George has a little more work for me, building some shelves in his house with him, So I should be done working by the weekend. If that works than I can go back to the city with my mom on Monday, see people monday and Tuesday and head to MV on wednesday or something. If work doesn't work out that way than I'm going to need to seriously figure things out, but I will, no worries. This place is beautiful, and I have no doubt that I'm going to get a forge built up here, then I can come up here and work on metals sometimes from RPI, maybe in a year or so, but still at sometime. I still can't get over how amazing it is here, but I'm exhausted, I seem to have poured the last of my energy into this post, and I still haven't showered yet, must be crazy. Till tomorrow.
-R
1.8.09
the workin' life
So it has been quite some time since my last post. Been real busy for most of it. But everything has been on a slow wind upwards. I'm making real money! My job pays 15$ an hour usually, I'm working with George building a stone patio. It's me him and a guy named Tom, an EE graduate from Alfred! Small world right? He's real cool too, and the job is fun even if it's a crazy amount of work. Been waking up around 5, because we start early, on the site at 7:30 everyday, and we've been working usually till 3 or 4, with maybe 15 minutes for lunch around 10:30 or 11. Most of what I'm doing is hauling stones to where they're supposed to lay and then placing them, picking them back up, shoveling more crusher dust (stone dust that we use to set the stones) or raking more out from under one side, and then putting it back down, repeating this process until the stone is roughly level and matches all the other stones that surround it in the patio. Besides work, life is looking pretty good. When I went to my orientation at RPI, it solidified my fears, most of the kids who were in the same dorm floor as me (we had some "bonding" moments, and then real bonding moments once the advisors went to bed) had never drunk or done drugs, and by most I mean all except me and this other girl. So definitely a little different of a social scene than I'm used to, but I figure that I'll get used to it eventually. There is a social life, there was a dance party hosted as part of the orientation piece, and it was a little sad, there were teh 30% (girls) dancing in the middle, and all the guys outside not really dancing because they felt too awkward, so i got to tear shit up! It was mad fun! I ended up doing a handstand pushup in the middle of a circle of girls, which I haven't really ever done successfully before, and one of the advisors (they were all RPI students) challenged me and I didn't really embarrass myself too badly :P It was fun, and hopefully the other guys will take note that even if you can't dance well you can still dance, and have girls get interested if that's the goal you're after. It wasn't for me. Maybe it's Jake's fault, but I've started enjoying dancing for it's own sake, and regretting that it didn't happen earlier, because it's fun when you just don't give a shit about who's watching or what you look like. Last night I danced to the whole sam cooke album live at harlem square with my mom, dad, and mari, and sometimes by myself, heh. He's just way too catchy to not get up and move! Anyway, I'm hoping I'll have more time to hit this up a little now, I'm going to try to hit it once every day at least, with work it's usually in the evening. My bro's got one too, but i haven't had a chance to check it out yet, I think he's still in the "just got a blog need to post every 5 minutes" stage of things. Ah the good old days :P I wish I still felt that way, but I'm pseudo-glad that it doesn't consume all of my time. I'm definitely going to change the direction of this blog; it is right now something amorphous, but I'm going to try to channel it into a little bit of a journal about what's going on with me, and definitely a place where I can publicly talk about things that interest me, music, movies, girls, foods, parties, everything. So hopefully if I can start really writing stories again, note that all of the hundreds of stories I've written in the past couple months are almost all less than a page in length, I'll put those up too, but as is I'm just cruising, and this is my weekend off for a little while, and I've finally got a few benjigreens in mah pocket. To all my boys in the big BK who've been holding down the fort while I'm upstate, I heard about that shit you did down by the simplex, that shit is ILL. And my bro did a pretty sick piece that he showed me, hopefully he'll eventually get his lazy ass (I hope he's reading this) in gear and do a piece up on teh roof over that dumbass. I'll even help buy the paints for him, maybe. I'll catch you guys on the flip side.
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