New Year's Eve, party at Emily's house. Her house is haunted; many stories I'd rather not dwell on. Ansel leaves a digital audio recorder in an empty room upstairs and leaves it to record half an hour of white noise. Later, we hook it to a guy's car stereo and listen to silence for ten minutes when...
"................................BLUOACHTOAURFLARORLAAAGH!!!........"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!! WHAT THE FUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!"
Ansel is so startled that he rewinds the tape to the beginning. We listen to the entire thing again, and the sound is gone.
"AAAAAAAAAGH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! I HAVE TO WALK HOME TONIGHT!!!! FUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
So, I haven't done a narrative post in a while.
Christmas was generous to me again; the highlights were an iPod and iPod accessories, though I got some other neato goodies like the Queer Eye book (to those critics of Queer Eye, find me a TV show that's more good-hearted, nurturing and positive) and the new William Shatner album.
The year's about to end, a "new year" about to begin. This is a meaningless quantification in my mind, though every year I do the obligatory reflection. So where am I now? 365 steps closer to God(s) and a bit hairier. Over the break I've been growing a weak little McGinn beard, simply because. This does not make sense, as I think guys my age who have facial hair are obnoxious and gross. I have no intention of keeping the beard, so if you want to see it, act now.
I also find myself playing a waiting game again, as happens every so many months. How can something so important move so sloooooooooowly?
Not looking forward to diving back into school; the administration is out of control and I'm tired of feeling like everyone's a few words away from killing each other.
To those of you reading The Dharma Bums: that book is an almost perfect model of my outlook on the world, so tread lightly and I hope it's as rewarding for you as it was for me.
Christmas was generous to me again; the highlights were an iPod and iPod accessories, though I got some other neato goodies like the Queer Eye book (to those critics of Queer Eye, find me a TV show that's more good-hearted, nurturing and positive) and the new William Shatner album.
The year's about to end, a "new year" about to begin. This is a meaningless quantification in my mind, though every year I do the obligatory reflection. So where am I now? 365 steps closer to God(s) and a bit hairier. Over the break I've been growing a weak little McGinn beard, simply because. This does not make sense, as I think guys my age who have facial hair are obnoxious and gross. I have no intention of keeping the beard, so if you want to see it, act now.
I also find myself playing a waiting game again, as happens every so many months. How can something so important move so sloooooooooowly?
Not looking forward to diving back into school; the administration is out of control and I'm tired of feeling like everyone's a few words away from killing each other.
To those of you reading The Dharma Bums: that book is an almost perfect model of my outlook on the world, so tread lightly and I hope it's as rewarding for you as it was for me.