Down By The Lake

vintage cool?

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 06:35:19 GMT

Perhaps it's got something to do with the fact that I am a history major, but I find old stuff to be cool. Even more, I find the 60's-70's cheese to be cool, in the right case. Take the whole package around Paper Lion (the film, not the book), even in comparison to Le Circle Rouge. One's a French heist flick fetchering Allan Dion, obv. cool. The other's an early sixties movie based off of a book by sports writer George Plimpton with Alan Alda as the serious star, much less obvious cool points. Still, as much as the Resturant and Bar scenes in the french flick are awsome, there's something about the Pre-game meal and the first half of the Preseason game where George's character gets to throw, with the better bad movie jazz, that is awsome. Mebby scenes with resturants and bars is the key, but often I think I would rather spend time in that late summer Kansas City than mid-winter Paris.

What does this all mean? I'm reading the book Stadium Games for the Ba thing, and all the mentionings of multi-use stadiums has me invisioning helicopter shots of game day Shea Stadium, Mile High and Giant stadium. My imagination, my memory is creating my own special form of history geek-sport fan porn.

Alot about this project sucks, but every-so often I can't believe I might get away with it.

Yowl for Jay McInerney, by Christopher Buckley and Paul Slansky

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 21:11:28 GMT

I
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by stress frazzled overtired burnt-out,
jogging through thsuburban streets at dawn as suggested by the late James Fixx,
carrer-minded yupsters burning for an Amstel Light watching Stupid Pet Tricks,
who upwardly mobile and designer;d and bright-eyed and high sat up working in the track-lit glow of the Tribeca loft skimming through the Day     Timer while padding the expense account,
who passed through universities adn saved their asses halluciniating Grateful Dead posters adn eating Sara Lee while watching the war on         TV;
who were graduated and went on to law schools burning to save the world,
who brewed decaffeinated coffee doing their yoga in alligator shirts and listened to the latest Windham Hill Sampler,
who ate chocolate crossants in outdoor cafes adn drank blush wine on Columbus Avenue washed down with a little Percodan with Dove Bars
    with Diet Coke with Lean Cuisine,
stoppint by on the way home for a bound of David's cookies telling each other of their fears of intimacy and their need for space and inavility to
    Commiit-for now
who watched Mary Tyler Moore reruns and wept for Rhonda and worried about acid rain and the mercury in the swordfish while strung out on
    cyclamates faces flushed with MSG even after specifically making a point of mentioning to the waiter not to put it in,
who prowled through uncertain money markets chewing Tums and doing lines with the Hispanics in the mail room sitting in the gents with         baby-laxative runs while the boss buzzes adn the secretary says you're on the phone to Bonn,
who stayed up too late working out their relationships'n'things feeling the gnawing rat-fear that they hadn't been communicating lately
    and the urgent punding screaming need to think about their priorities,
yacketayakking analyzing thinking it through making constructive suggestions as the eastern sky flamed in Ralph Lauren pastels,
got to get away for a few days but the Hartmann luggage is being repaired oh,
who needs this wandering through Needless-Markup wailing (inside) for the baby seals and the bunnies slaughtered for lipstick                         remembering all the unanswered anti-vivisection junk mail on the way to the appliance sectino to beg another blade for the Cuisinart,
who subscribed to Gourmet and American Lawyer and after exhausting search found Jamacian time-shares in the classifieds for only
    $1200 a month coping as best they could with the Nego beach boys wanting to sell them ganja,
paying outrageous sums for bottld water and having to complain about the maid service and the warm orange guice knowing they should
    have gone to Cape Cod instead where the Peugeot mopeds fart carbon monioxide and the half-eaten lobster rolls rot in wax paper on         the sidewalks and the Republican men in lime-green corduroys with little orange elephants brey as their wives buy overpriced scrimshaw,
who nudged and nuzzled over margaritas adn dreamed of endless throbbing hot sticke sex mut Not tonite dear I have a yeast infection,
running on spongy Reeboks to sublimate their lust then plunged into Bright Lights, Big City,
who upped their nightly hits of Valium from two to five mgs adn worried if they were going to be groggy in teh morning,
who hollow-eyed and febrile read the theater reviews in unread issues of New Yorker yes the New Yorker,
who watched re-reruns of Mary Tyler Moore adn decided they hated Rhonda,
who skimmed the Banana Republic catalog with brain-dead gaze wondering if they really needed Ethopian saddlebags,
who padded back and forth to teh john for endless glasses of water while worrying about refinancing at ten adn an eighth and waited for
    the fiendish tweet of birds adn teh thud of the Wall Street Journal on the porch,
who took a little tootsky after their Yoplait just to get going and Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzed along in the carpool yattering to the gray-flannelled
     bootisatvas in the backseat about rowing machines and Eddie Murphy's homo jokes,
ah Jay while you are not safe I am not safe and now Ransom is remaindered at Waldenbooks and you're feally in a bind-
and who therefore drown in butter-flavored popcorn at the Cineplex as the answering machines cutely speak to strangers and Discover
    cards are mailed to the incorrect addresses while Mohawked clerks at Tower Records with little crusifixes in their ears play "Pillow Talk"
    and everything you want they only have in Beta.

II
Yuck! Gross! Eeewww! Buying crack from zombies in the park! Closing out the trust fund! Checking into rehab!

III

Jay McInerey! Im with you at Area
    where the shark swims on the wall
I'm with you David Letterman on the tower
    where you drop watermelons andn TVs adn bowling balls
I'm with you Gary Hart in New Hampshire
    where you stammer and yammer about New Ideas
I'm with you Don Johnson in Miami
    where you don't wear socks
I'm with you Jerry Rubin on Wall Street
    where you only hear yippie when the Dow hits a high
I'm wity you Donald Trump on Fifth Avenue
    where Steven Spielberg has an apartment in your building
I'm with you John McEnroe in England
    where you appear on world television treatign people like scum
I'm with you Maria Shriver in Hyannisport
    where a wedding gift from Kurt Walkheim has arrived
I"m with you John Zaccaro at Middlebury
    where you persue independent study projects
I'm with you Doctor Ruth on cable
    where you giggle wity your guests about orgasm
I'm with you Ron Jr cavorting
    in your underwear on national television
I'm with you Mike Deaver in Bitburg
    where your mind was on buying a car
I"m with you Billy Crystal in too many places
    where your routines have not aged well
I'm with you Brooke Shields at Princeton
    where you- but who cares?
I'm with you on the Upper East Side
    pricing modems
I'm with you on the Upper East Side
    stopping into the Food Emporium for a quart of lo-fat milk
I'm with you on the Upper East Side
    eatign sushi and Ecstacy
I'm with you on the Upper East Side
    looking for myself in People magazine

an entry, I guess

Sun, 06 May 2007 19:20:32 GMT

Well Well Well. We are now watching the rangers sabers game, it's in the second. Lundquist just gave up two goals, and it looks like the blueshirts are having a bit more trouble holding the speedy sabers in. so far this period they have been quite unable to sustain an attack in the offensive zone, driven round and round bouncing back to their own at the blue line. Fuck.
Oh well, I guess I never expected to see the rangers go this deep, but briere just took a penalth in the neurtral zone, the question here is weither the rangers will use this to get a breather or go on the attack. No shorts so far, so it looks like...
Well fuck, they just scored.

one timer over the stick side sholder of miller.

Lets have some more nailbiteing fun.

I don't Know

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 09:28:25 GMT

PAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 17:12:08 GMT

The chicago cops may have found my computer. I love this!

more fun for the steamroller

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 18:06:30 GMT

Spitzer's fights with the assembly and the house continue, with some fun new angles. Probably the funniest of the segments comes from the albany project, who thinks that Shelly is going onto various political blogs and trying to make it look like there's a grass roots growndswell in his defense. The reason they think it's Shelly or his office? Seven or Eight postings in his defense from the same IP. This is similar to the suspecision that I feel must be directed towards John Edwards. The New York Sun has an anrticle today that points out a similarity to FDR, but seems fairly ambivalent in as much as they don't want to support anyone. The New York Times says nothing about it, and The New York Daily News has nothing new posted.
I don't read the Post
The Buffalo News and website The Buffalo Pundit are more concerned with the chaos that will come in full force due to the Development of North Buffalo.

Whatdathink?

Spitzer the steamroller

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 21:12:46 GMT

"I had supported George for the Assembly because I thought he supported reform and I'm terribly disappointed to see both what he did, how he voted and what he has said," Spitzer said. "So we'll see what happens down the road. I'm sure there are candidates out there who do support reform."

Back in the saddle again....

The Never Ending Joy of Charles Murray

Thu, 08 Feb 2007 20:38:59 GMT

Everyone in the University of Chicago's Sociology department knows and loves the name Charles Murray. Why? Because he gives perfect topics to write about: he never ceases to try to put books and articles out, and almost everything he says is wrong. Don't know what I mean? Read the introduction to Bill Wilson's When Work Disappears.

What has he done this time? Read it here.

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 06:30:52 GMT

r.i.p. Molly Ivins

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 18:57:49 GMT

they lit the fireplaces in the renyolds club.

Dewey might be useing "where moderation comes to die" on their tshirts again.

well well well

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 06:36:23 GMT

I'm currently sitting here trying to avoid doing the reading that I payed to much for, and re-discovering the joys of late 70's folk rock. It's 12:33, and despite the fact that I've been playing online almost all night I think that I've done more work than Caroline.

She's asleep.

She has been passed out on her couch for at least an hour.

Oh My God.

Sun, 10 Dec 2006 03:32:16 GMT

I just saw a burlington coat factory ad that refrenced La Dolce Vita.
My mind is Blown.

Hey!!

Thu, 07 Dec 2006 05:30:41 GMT

JACK QUINN!!!!1!1!
FUKYA!!!1!1!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1!

i'm going

Mon, 04 Dec 2006 22:25:13 GMT

http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/us/AP-NASA-Moon.html?hp&ex=1165294800&en=57a4a83319727db6&ei=5094&partner=homepage

Mon, 04 Dec 2006 17:17:38 GMT

The city building inspector just stopped by...I guess the heating situation (or lack thereof) in my apartment is illeagle.
I'm off to campus: get a breakfast, go to the library to start working on the paper bullshit.

Mon, 04 Dec 2006 06:31:47 GMT

Finals week has started. Let the Games Begin!

Feeling better about life

Mon, 04 Dec 2006 05:06:15 GMT

For various reasons

Woke up this morning

Fri, 01 Dec 2006 17:39:25 GMT

And Good god! I felt relaxed! Mebby it's the snow, mebby it's the fact that I got more sleep last night than any other time in the past few weeks, or mebby it's the fact that I Knew I had the fixings to deliver myself a cup of coffee immediately upon awakeing....but in any case I am close to feeling good. The city has an inch or two of white, and as snow always does it forces me to relax?

This may make finishing all the papers I need to write harder, but it may not. In any case, I feel the closest to good and relaxed I have in a long dammn time.

Odd

Thu, 30 Nov 2006 04:19:22 GMT

I'm sitting at my desk, and I can't do work. I've been here since 9 this morning, with the exception of going to hpg for dinner and picking up a cup of coffee at drunken donuts. Still listening to "Forign Affairs". I can't seem to bring myself to suck it up and read HR 2738. What is wrong with me? I don't know. I fully assume that I will be doing the same for the next hour or two, and after that I'll walk down to bar night and get a guiness or two. With my drop in tolerance due to not drinking regularly for almost the past whole year, I will be drunnker than I should be after my two or four beers, when I will walk home and try to read the aforementioned Chile Free Trade Agreement some more, abandon reading and writing about Narration and Knowledge, and go to bed. The song skips on itunes, I don't know if that comes from the record skiping when I burned it to cd, the cd becoming covered in paint last year in an art extravaganza, or it being bounced from WMA format to MP3. I found my pocket knife, and am staring at the computer screen

Am I going insane? What is wrong with me?

well,

Wed, 29 Nov 2006 08:04:42 GMT

I got my grant green cd back from home. If there is one thing that will put you in a good mood, it's Grant Green playing "Sunday Morning".
God this is a good record. It always makes me feel whole.

well

Tue, 28 Nov 2006 00:32:37 GMT

I have the little bit of closure that I needed. I'm listening to jazz, and typing on my new laptop Jackie.
I feel at peace.

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 06:49:23 GMT

Again i'm up unable to sleep due to worries about grades and feeling emo and crushed about everything else...
yah. Just felt like doing that since i can think of nothing else.

Sat, 25 Nov 2006 07:25:18 GMT

I just don't feel good.

Here we go again...

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 23:43:22 GMT

can someone just throw me off a cliff?
I don't know how much more of this i can take...
been a while since I felt like this

god fucking dammnit.

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 04:43:05 GMT

Well, football season is over, atleast for me.
I am about as angry as I can be about it. An absolutly fucking obscene play called (I think that this is close to the fumble), too many people out, the schedualing...
Fucking Christ.