happy fall. fucking fall. it's so depressing now that i've graduated. i went back to tufts on sunday night to hang with steveweiser (in town for the week) and ken. i'll get back to this later, but it was kind of sad and nostalgic-y, as you might imagine.
what isn't depressing is the beginning of college football. it's pretty much the opposite of depressing. jen was out of town all weekend so i planted in front of the tv on saturday, only leaving to get the two large pizzas i ordered from the delivery guy. all the football i watched sorta makes a blur now, though i was impressed by the wisconsin running back (calhoun) and georgia overall (stupid boise state). it's unfortunate that tennessee seems to be another "we're talented and thus underachieving" team, but we'll see how they pull it together against florida in a couple of weeks. god i love tennessee-florida. god i love football.
sunday night, the aforementioned group of 3 plus one of ken's friends converged on sligo's in davis square. this seemed like a good plan, but its the first tufts weekend, and the huge number of tufts kids made it... well, not suck, but just kinda sad. like, i wish this is what i still did, i guess. not like "i wish i went to the burren all the f'n time," but more like "i wish i was in college around all these people that were just around and there and dealing with college with me." i've said it before, but i'll say it again because it's really irking me - it's hard to go from living with 7 very close guy friends to living in the same city as 0 very close guy friends (one, now that ken is up here) and it's also hard going from 20-25 extended friends to 2-3 extended friends. jen has stayed intact and that is wonderful, but everything else has fallen apart around her. anyways...
there's not much to report about davis. it's stayed the same. golden light still sucks. the burren still has good celtic music (and no cover on sundays, apparently!) and sligo's is still a dive with the cheapest drinks around and the most mashed up jukebox ever - it's like they took 3 seperate cd collections and bought a machine to house all three of them... and then let underage girls and old dirty men choose songs. actually, it probably _is_ that. but yeah, absolutely nothing's changed... and yet everything has changed. take that, eddie vedder.
so my big accomplishment was getting a new car stereo in my camry. while the ride sucks and has no giddy-up and is the worst color ever and whatnot, the sound has improved 1000%, at least. the big improvement - i have a direct line from my mp3 player to my stereo. there's a 1/8" plug sitting on my console, and i can plug it into anything i want - including the headphone jack on my zen micro. it sounds so f'n wonderful, i can't even tell you. definitely, definitely worth it.
so, it was a fun enough weekend, with lots of laziness and football and a little bit of nostalgia. now i wonder where everyone is and what everyone is doing. so, where are you? and what are you doing?
all quiet on my front
0952-september06-2005
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re: to everything, turn, turn, turn....
from: z (2005-09-08 13:49:15)
the gregorian calander is really dis-re-fucking-spectful to the varying intricacies of human emotional states.
the calander year
the fiscal year
the physical year
the school year
for 22 years the cycle lasts from september to may with three months of blissful oblivion between, and the brain frames habitual experiences with smells, sights, sounds. the pants traded in for shorts, the long sleeved shirts, the crispness in the air, the shorter days, and the smell of leaves and fireplaces are all the sigils that herald the coming of the new "year" for us
then all of a sudden its not there
then there is no change there's only routine
the seasons mean nothing save a slightly different view (if you're lucky enough to have one) and the shifting ferocity of the number one topic among people who have nothing to talk about but still feel the need to force awkward conversation on interminably long elevator rides because they can't stand the thought of accepting the truth of the matter
i only work on the second floor!
"no one gives a shit about the WEATHER, not really" i feel like saying to them "why can't you just stand there and SHUT UP?" but i know the answer. its because its the one thing they can still relate to. its the one thing that still means something. the seasons come and go, and the memories they stir speak to these people and say "do you remember when you had something to look forward to??....."
its all so masochistic, yet blandly so. if you want to torture yourself there must be more interesting ways to do it.
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I am already thinking about thursday, and what to grill before we watch the NFL open it's doors. I can't help but agree with the Tufts-y nostalgic sentiments Niv, and it'll probably get worse the longer I'm living in Woburn. Oh well, life goes on and maybe people will be moving back.
Did anyone catch Notre Dame vs Pitt? I didn't but apparently Charlie Weis was running a lot of screens (and at the right time too, 42-21 ND) that made the Irish offense look better than it has in years. I'll definately have to catch them more often.
On a final note that will end up being longer than anything else: Anna's super burritos. After hearing from Todd (my friend who met us in Sligo's) about the "hold the rice, put on two types of beans" (refried and then either black or pinto) Niv and I had to give it a try Sunday for dinner.
The verdict? A dissapointing 1 green tamale.
The rice makes the burrito a super burrito. Without it you end up eating a floppy, drippy, unfilling burrito that has a sweet flavor but no depth to the taste. The only sliver lining we could decide on was IF you were usually a 1-burrito man (or woman) and needed more, a safe move would be to order one burrito with rice and then a second with the double-bean, thus assuring the first burrito would fill you up and the second would give you the veneer of burrito goodness while not actually increasing the stomach bloat that really is what anna's is all about.
But if you were going to sink that low, why not just order two quesadillas? (nick)
thus, our next move is _clearly_ to go for carnitas. I suggested we ask for carnitas with extra steak, and have the guy shred the steak along with the carnitas. Maybe next weekend.