Monthly Archive for October, 2001

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I Bob Dylan
how enjoy­able is the new bob dylan album! i haven’t picked it up yet, so i found it through my usu­al com­bi­na­tion of nap­ster-esque search­ing… and wait­ing… i think the most supris­ing song on the album is the almost vaudeville/ragtime num­ber Po’ Boy. What fun.

Sport?

i’ve been catch­ing up on the recent pho­to­shop ten­nis match­es. Oh, some­day i will be asked…

i Love 666

i love 666:

hey ned-
did you ever stop to con­sid­er that you’re lke, the dun­geon mas­ter in our big role play­ing game of friend dun­geons and drag­ons.

i just thought of t and it made a shot­gun sized hole through my peace of mind.

tolkein keep you–
-rebes

Albany Part 2

i’m back from albany danno’s… it was a good week­end — full of machis­mo. here are some high­lites, in a bery par­tic­u­lar order…

  • the albany riv­er rats minor-league hock­ey game…
  • the sausage-only bar… where the guy-to-girl ratio was some­what dis­ap­point­ing… and dan­no man­aged to blow a done game of check­ers.
  • the trip to sarato­ga springs… (not much to report)
  • the David Sederis read­ing… (how to spell his name, kate?) at the Egg.

AND THEN? No AND THEN.

Also, Dan­no got me hooked on NHL 2002– which i man­aged to cd-burn, and track down a crack. LET’S GO SABRES! so dumb.


Also, i thought that i’d share some­thing from a new jer­sey paper:

Alfonse Nie­der­mey­er III
Port Author­i­ty Police Offi­cer

Man­asquan res­i­dent Alfonse Joseph Nie­der­mey­er III died in the line of duty on Tues­day, Sept. 11 in the World Trade Cen­ter, Tow­er Two, New York City.

He was 40 years old.

He was employed for 16 years as a police offi­cer with the Port Author­i­ty of New York and New Jer­sey.

Sur­viv­ing are his wife, Nan­cy Kreko­ri­an Nie­der­mey­er; one son, A.J. Nie­der­mey­er; his par­ents, Alfonse and Car­ol Nie­der­mey­er, Queens, N.Y.; two broth­ers, Richard, Queens, N.Y., and Jack, New York City; and one sis­ter, Denise Tracey, Brook­lyn, N.Y.

A memo­r­i­al Mass to cel­e­brate the life of Mr. Nie­der­mey­er will be held at 9 a.m., Sat­ur­day, Sept. 29, in St. Denis Church, Man­asquan.

In lieu of flow­ers, con­tri­bu­tions in Mr. Niedermeyer?s mem­o­ry may be made to the A.J. Fund, P.O. Box 09–0578, Brook­lyn, NY 11209.

Albany

well, i’m try­ing to get on my way to albany, but it took like 2 hours to print mapquest.com direc­tions on Melanie’s com­put­er. Ug. So, soon i’ll be off. We’re going to a AAA hock­ey game tonight, and david saderis tomor­row.… fun stuff. Also, hope i don’t miss the Head of the Charles.

Insert Foot

So i just post­ed this long post on suck­ahs con­cern­ing chris­tian­i­ty. too seri­ous a top­ic?

I do have this uncan­ny abil­i­ty to sit down on couch­es at par­ties and clear the room in a short amount of time. maybe i shouldn’t open my mouth.

Malls?

So i end­ed up in the South Shore Plaza (SSP) today, which makes no sense, because i live in boston and we have more than our share of crap­py shop­ping oppor­tu­ni­ties. So, i bought a new ska­gen watch and a gap cor­duroy jack­et.

OK, So I’ve Been Delaying

ok, so I’ve been delay­ing writ­ing, because I’ve been busy design­ing and look­ing for work.

This week­end was quite a lot of fun. We picked up 666 (rebes) in chi­na­town late fri­day night– the bus arrived more than an hour-and-a-half late. But, this whole chi­na­town bus thing is incred­i­ble– you can take a com­fort­able bus between New York & Boston for $8–15 each way. What is that all about?

Any­way– albany dan, sara and kaleb arrived while we were wait­ing on a street cor­ner under the chi­na­town pago­da arch. We all caught up soon enough back at the com­pound in All­ston, and the drink­ing com­menced. All but 666 did a shot of tequi­la. I encour­age you to ver­bal­ly berate her for not par­tic­i­pat­ing.

Sat­ur­day was rain­ing, so we stayed inside until the after­noon, when we final­ly emerged from the com­pound to seek cheap thai. Cheap thai was good– again, 666 didn’t order any­thing, but instead chose to eat half of every­one else’s dish– by my cal­cu­la­tions, she con­sumed the equiv­a­lent of at least 3 full meals.

From cheap thai, we marched across Stor­row dri­ve to the Esplanade, and walked by the Charles riv­er for some time, when we came across an apple tree. A REAL apple tree– just there on the side of the bank. So, a two-hour activ­i­ty ensued, involv­ing the knock­ing-down, and kick­ing around of apples. Meg­g­butt and I had the most fun, I think. we kicked so hard that my legs were stiff for days. My third-leg was stiff for a week.

ok, from there, we head­ed back to the com­pound. We watched a movie — maybe it was the Big Labows­ki? — and pres­ley & I cooked basil-stuffed-pep­per-salmon and gar­lic-pep­per-chick­en for the cult. The fresh snap peas were deli­cious, as was the white wine from alsace, france. I was a fan of the drink.

At about 10 or so, Katy and Ben showed up, and Kat wasn’t far behind. We lit­er­al­ly went through some­thing like 72 beers the rest of the night. At one point, albany dan and I were dressed in sim­i­lar ‘clin­ton-white-house’ t-shirts and nor­we­gian ski hats. That was kind of dumb, and def­i­nite­ly hurt my chances with the fly girls. Nobody yorked all night.

Sun­day, sara and kaleb left for a day in NYC, and the rest of us head­ed up I-95 to portsmouth, NH. We ate eccen­tric lunch­es at the friend­ly toast, and then walked around town. Lat­er, myself and albany dan insist­ed on trav­el­ling to Maine, where we even­tu­al­ly pulled over to the beach, some­where between kit­tery and ken­neb­unk. The sky was frig­ging incred­i­ble. I hope pres­ley will post the pic­tures. Must’ve been a dream.

OK. so then, we head back to Boston, and count down till we take 666 back to chi­na­town. After leav­ing 666, we rent­ed the cohen broth­ers’ clas­sic, blood sim­ple.

Mon­day, myself, albany dan, pres­ley & meg­butt went to anna’s taque­ria for lunch, and then we dis­band­ed short­ly ther­after. How’s that for a week­end?