Monthly Archives: March 1999

my apartment, washington, dc

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I think I love this apartment. No matter what time of year, when I walk in after work, the sun is bathing the entire place in a bright warm light. Very comforting thing to come home to.

So I got my new chair. I think I mentioned the old one breaking down. This thing is suhhhhweet. (for a chair of course) The alternate color isnt so bad. the construction is very high quality. With springs at every joint for flexibility, and a pneumatic lift. First time I sat down, the seat molded to my gludius. (first time anything’s grabbed my butt in months)

Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!

my apartment, washington, dc

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dayuuuum its cold today.

yesterday, I walked home with my coat open… just emjoying the brisk air. But I woke up this morning to reports of a pending storm. With a possible 2-3 inches of snow. my first thought of course being; "Thats not a storm…. THIS is a storm!" (sorry, crocidile dundee flashback).

anyways… 12 hours later… we have 10 inches of snow on the ground. Needless to say this has effectively shut down DC.
(So why did I say it?) And while it isnt exactly he 3 feet my hometown just got, it’s still enough to make for some difficulties.

So Ive whiped out the russians, indians, and Zulus. What should I do now? Besides playing Civilization. Cant even check my email. Seems like my ISP got shut down by the storm.

Did I mention I broke my chair? Damn desk chair Second chair thats snapped off at the base, on me. You lean back one day and wake up finding yourself counting the holes in the ceiling tile. So Im waiting for Office Max to deliver a new chair. Id ordered a gray one, but got a message saying all they have in stock is a burgendy one. So I call back to okay the shipment

"Do you want to cancel the order, Sir?"

"No."

*fivesecondpause*

"So what do you want to do, Sir?"

"Now I may be wrong here, but as far as I can tell, theres only one other option."

"Oh, yeah…"

Am I the only one who thinks customer service reps are rejects from corrospondance schools?

I miss her. Three more months.

I look forward to the day I can wake up with her in my arms, and know she isnt going anywhere. (hey… any woman that sticks around after seeing me first thing in the morning is a keeper!)

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my apartment, washington, dc

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so I fudged the date a bit… bite me.

ug… i need to get some sleep. but who needs to be conscious at work… is no fun.

you know, i have a beautiful girlfriend. She doesnt totally believe me yet. But that may be a good thing… women who know they’re beautiful are ussually bitches.

did i mention i finally got my Yosemite. this thing kicks ass. never seen anything faster. And the case is just funky. Industrial designers went nuts with this one. gotta love the clear power cables.

the weather is finally warming up. its now quite spring yet, but winter is no longer in the air. I love it personally. being able to walk through the park in a sweatshirt and jeans. watch the animals start coming out. (notice the attractive women wearing less)

so it started raining suddenly tonight. been dry all day. and a few minutes later, i heard this roar tat didnt sound to far away. Now maybe ive watched too many Discovery channel specials, but the first thing that came to mind was ‘tornado’. so what does this genius do? I go to the GLASS window to check.Im still here so i assume you know what I saw or didnt see.

Im even boring myself so Ill go now.

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my apartment, washington, dc

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“The Touch of the Master’s Hand”
by Myra Brooks Welch
T’was battered and scarred and the auctioneer,
Thought it scarcely worth his while.
To waste much time on the old violin,
but held it up with a smile.
“What am I bid, good folks ” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?”
“A dollar then, Two! Only two? two dollars,
and who’ll make it three?”
“Three dollars, once Three dollars twice,
going for three, But no.
From the room far back,
a grey haired man, came forward and picked up the bow.
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
and tightening the loose strings.
He played a melody pure and sweet,
as a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer,
with a voice that was quite low,
Said: “What am I bid for the old violin?”
and held it up with the bow.
“A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?
two thousand! and who’ll make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
and going and gone” said he.
The people cheered but some of them cried,
we do not quite understand,
What changed it’s worth?, Swift came the reply,
“The Touch of the Masters Hand.”
And many a man with life out of tune,
and battered and scarred with sin.
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
much like the old violin.
A “mess of pottage a glass of wine,
a game ”
And he travels on.
He is “going”
and almost gone.
“But the Master comes and the foolish crowd,
never can quite understand.
The worth of a soul and the changes that wrought,
by “The Touch of the Master’s Hand.”

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