The Misspent Life

Choose Your Own Adventure

I need your help. This morning as I was going to the bus stop I passed by a young couple on the street corner. The woman was in a long pale sea green evening gown with a black shawl. The man was wearing black tie. It was 7:45am. This evening when I was going to pick up my carryout I saw this same couple dressed in the same clothing sitting in the restaurant. This restaurant is two doors down from where I saw them this morning. This is where you come in. What were they doing? What is their story? The comment section is yours.

Don’t embarrass me by not coming up with anything. That would most certainly not be cool.

Windy City

Piggy-backing on J. Fitzgerald's post about spending the day meandering through Central Park (as I once did for the two months I called the Upper East Side my home), I must say to you that it is dreadfully windy in Chicago today, and getting cold. The leaves are just about all down here in Chicago, with or without the wind.

It is the perfect day to curl up on the couch with a nice warm blanket drinking hot tea and reading a good book (or watching a good or bad movie). It is a shame that it is Halloween Eve and this is what I will be doing, but the only party I was invited to was one where I wouldn't know anyone but the host, and that won't do. So I will be wearing my Halloween costume all by my lonesome. (In case you missed it at Stephenesque, I am going as a fellow named Pete. Pick which ever one you want me to be.)

Jumper

I wish you would step back
From that ledge my friend.
You could cut ties with all the lies
That you've been living in.
And if you do not want to see me again
I would understand. I would understand.

The angry boy a bit too insane
Icing over a secret pain.
You know you don't belong.
You're the first to fight,
You're way too loud,
You're the flash of light on a burial shroud.
I know something's wrong.
Well, everyone I know has got a reason
To say, put the past away.

I wish you would step back
From that ledge my friend.
You could cut ties with all the lies
That you've been living in.
And if you do not want to see me again
I would understand. I would understand.

Well he's on the table and he's gone to code
And I do not think anyone knows
What they're doing here.
And your friends have left you
You've been dismissed.
I never thought it would come to this
And I, I want you to know
Everyone's got to face down the demons.
Maybe today, you could put the past away.

I wish you would step back
From that ledge my friend.
You could cut ties with all the lies
That you've been living in.
And if you do not want to see me again
I would understand. I would understand.

Can you put the past away?

by: Third Eye Blind

Ahh

I had a meeting all day today so I didn't get to visit my usual sites. So tonight I crammed it all in two hours worth of reading. Yikes, who knew it took that long! Now I'm going to curl up and read about Carl Schmitt.

Something I Can't Shake

No matter how many times I fly from one city to the next I never fail to find it so cool that I woke up in one city and am going to work in one on the other side of the country. To be able to be in my apartment and know that I was walking around in another region of the country just a few hours before amazes me. To do it week in a week out, well, it is such a strange feeling. The travel just might be the one thing I miss most about this job (knock on wood that I leave it for school).

Evil

I realize I have been absent quite a bit due to my new project. I have never been so engaged in a project before. While I have worked "harder" (read longer hours, more stress) it has been a long time since I have been so busy-busy, certainly the longest period I have been so since I met many of you, friends.

With that said, I will also let you know that this will likely continue in the near future as I continue on this project and also focus more on applications (had a great conv. today w/a former CST student that made me v. happy, but he is also a friend, so...). But I will continue to be here in spurts and will be seen much more frequently in the comments on all the friendly sites.

I have decided that I will leave the Jacksons, et al hanging with my religion post so we can start afresh soon. I figure that this is a good way to keep things interesting (keep checking the site because each day might be the day that I piss off the Papists).

But now I will tell you the stories that I promised this weekend.

This is Awesome

This is cool. But then little people are always cool.

Damn Work

I come back to the hotel tonight and check my personal e-mail and what do I find, but a short e-mail from The New Criterion's arch-enemy, King Coleslaw. In a fit of glee I can't wait to post about it but then find that just about all the other kids have taunted the fat kid already. Damn. Damn. Damn.

Read my comment at Blimpy to see more thoughts on it. Don't read my comment for the previous post at Inklings unless you want to be mad.

Holy Shit

I'm sorry for the vulgarity in my first post in days, but I just need to tell you RIGHT NOW that walking home from dinner tonight I walked right past that God-awful "comedian" that has big, bushy red hair. You know the one, the one that isn't funny and that everyone hates.

(I'm not using his name because frankly, I don't want show up in Google).

Yes, yes. I know I have been bad lately. Lots of promised postings ahead of me. Right now I will tell you that the Devil was on my flight this morning. I might draw a picture for you tomorrow.

Great Stories

I've got some great stories to tell you. About being poked in the head with a hat and seeing the Devil.

Today, one could say that I was mugged by reality. Thinking about my tasks ahead re. grad school have left me quite sad. Yesterday I was all gung-ho, today I'm thinking it looks bleak.

This will happen a lot.