La Vida Yoda

September 24, 2004


I just spent the last two weeks getting all of my schoolwork caught up and turned in, sweating bullets over how good any one of my three group projects might turn out, only to end up with two As and two Bs.

I’m pretty damn-it-all-disappointed. I mean, as you may or may not recall, I had decided to pour all of my efforts into getting a 4.0 for my last two quarters, therefore netting a 3.5 at graduation. It does not seem now that it is going to happen.

Oh well, there are only days left now, I get a glorious two weeks off, AND I have Star Wars on DVD.



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I am an Internet pimp!

September 13, 2004

My life is rated NC-17.
What is your life rated?

I may have lost local access to my mother, but I have gained a blog!

It appears that I have spurred yet another website. I just setup for my mother. She thinks it will be more efficient than emailing people on their trek down the Mississippi. Nina Clifford is the Saint Paul Madame that was her character on the Saint Paul Gangster Tour that has been her alter-ego for many years now. That makes three blogs I have foisted on the world if you count my brother’s and Raven’s.

Speaking of my brother, Raven & I caught Equus on Friday night. We were both mightily impressed and would recommend it. I have a problem with giving any strong evaluation of a play that I’ve never read or seen produced before, so I can only tell you it was a good production. I need significantly more digesting before I can critique it fully.

Starting Gate always has an opening night party, and we were up way, way, way too late. One of those all-night events that pretty well messes up your sleep schedule for the whole weekend. So, in addition to being buried with things to do, I am wicked tired….

I got a whole bunch of hits from people searching for that Garden State quote….now I guess this post is going to get all the people looking for whores in Saint Paul… oh wicked Google, how you vex me!



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You can’t go home again…

September 2, 2004

Ye olde homestead




I think it’s rather surreal the way some milestones in your life kind of sneak up on you and then are gone…while some things you anticipate the hell out of…and…not such a big deal.

I don’t really know where the sale of my parents’ house falls yet. On the one hand, I haven’t lived there for nearly 8 years. It was only my home from 1988-1997, so not all that long of a time period even. However, it was my home from age 12-20, and I have to say that I think that’s an important time in just about anyone’s life.

I keep hearing this ad for Garden State on the radio. There’s a quote in it that goes something like this:

“You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? That idea of home is gone. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.”

I’ve been interested in seeing this film anyway, but this may just be the kick in the arse I was needing to do so. I’m a big fan of Zach Braff and his character on Scrubs. (Raven swears that I am that character…) I also hear that the film pays homage to The Graduate, which is another of my favorites, so I hope the film lives up to expectations.

As for the house/parents moving to Florida business…I don’t know that it’s anywhere near sinking in. Raven & I still plan to move in a year or so, and this year is the Michigan family’s turn to have us anyway.

Anyone have any thoughts to share on families moving apart? I don’t know if anyone’s noticed but we’ve gone to registered commenters only (one day with 178 SPAM comments kinda forced my hand there), and the registration process is pretty painless. It also will let you post on other MovableType sites that require registration. Give it a shot!

Oh yeah, one more quote for the road:

Martin Q. Blank : Dr. Oatman, please pick up, pick up! It’s Martin Blank! I, I’m standing where my, uh, living room was and it’s not here because my house is gone and it’s an Ultimart! You can never go home again, Oatman… but I guess you can shop there.

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