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Wednesday, January 29th, 2014

Subject:В разгар банкета
Time:8:36 pm.
Ясно, что ключевые аспекты романа БулвераЛиттона в точности совпадают с принципами, выдвинутыми Тесла.
Возвращаясь домой, Тесла побывал в Пруссии, чтобы встретиться с великим патриархом Германом Людвигом фон Гельмгольцем в Берлине и его самым известным студентом Генрихом Герцем в Бонне.
У этой группы был девиз: «Лучше смерть, чем позор».
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Subject:Если неприятности случались
Time:7:02 pm.
Это наделило бы их такой покупательной способностью, о какой Боски прежде мог лишь мечтать, – капиталом почти в миллиард долларов.
Дом, земля и доработки обошлись Сигелу в 3,5 млн.
Я опоясал земной шар электрическими импульсами, – говорил Тесла Шерффу, вернувшись из Вашингтона, – пусть возятся с любительскими приборами Герца.
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Saturday, October 25th, 2003

Subject:Who's got what it takes to party with Nixon?
Time:12:49 am.
Nicholas Kristoff has a really good op-ed in Saturday's New York Times about the biological and genetic basis of homosexuality. It's worth a read.

On yesterday, we all piled into the car to the nearby city of Yorba Linda, CA, to visit

THE RICHARD M. NIXON PRESIDENTIAL MUSEUM AND BIRTHPLACE
(The only presidential library not to accept taxpayer funds)

Now, my father and I were expecting to be snickering and poking fun the whole time, but it turns out that the museum was profoundly interesting. It was less about Nixon than it was about the the state of the world when Nixon was on the scene. One thing I'll say for the guy is that he was really good at pulling himself back up once he'd been knocked to the floor. He was completely washed up after losing the 1960 presidential election, went back to practicing law, wrote some books, hung out. And then he decided to run again in 1968, and was the president. After watergate, he came back again, wrote a bunch of books, and was a close foreign policy advisor to both Reagan and Bush the Elder (not that being chosen as a policy advisor to Reagan or Bush is so much of an honor, but being chosen as advisor to the President is).

What really struck me about Nixon was that he was honestly a sharp, smart guy. His speeches were in general pretty idealistic, and full of historical and literary references. Certainly he did a great deal to undermine checks and balances on the executive branch, and he used the FBI and CIA as tools of coercement, and he could have pulled out of 'Nam sooner, maybe. But one got the sense that he was trying, at least. He made a big deal in Vietnam about "withdrawl with honor," and not just pulling all the troops out immediately but trying to make sure the South Vietnamese woudln't get crushed by the North when America left. Of course, they got crushed anyway, but I'd like to think he tried to prevent it. He just seems so much more sincere, and not completely out of it, like Bush.

My grandparents, on the other hand, were big Nixon fans. My great-grandfather even more so. One of his most prized possessions was a letter Nixon wrote him after he resigned; as my great grandfather had sent him a letter of consolation for it. Why? Because for all his faults, he helped out Israel during the Yom Kippur war (against the wishes of Kissinger, I might add). My grandparents are knee-jerk Jews. Whoever supports Israel has their vote. They were even thinking of voting for George Bush next year, because he's backing Ariel Sharon even though Sharon's a jerkoff. After much berating from the younger generations, as how Bush only supports Israel so the Third Temple can be rebuilt and then Jesus can come down and kill all the Jews, they're like "ok, fine, we'll vote for Lieberman." Needless to say, my father and I were about to tear our hair out.

One other thing about the Nixon museum was that it was very positive. It had an optimistic forecast for the country, and it didn't have anything particularly bad to say bout anybody, even Nixon's opponents and critics. I admire that, that they didn't get too partisan or too nasty. Also, they had a bunch of Ronald Reagan movie posters. That man was in some seriously bad films. One in particular was about him being a prisoner of war, and the tagline was "It's P.O.W.erful" Almost as bad as the spelling in Tru Calling.

On the lighter side, I found out something quite cute. George Bush the Elder's nickname for George Bush the Younger is "Quincy." (if you get it, you're OK in my book).
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Wednesday, October 22nd, 2003

Subject:I Love the 80s Strikes Back!!!!
Time:9:10 pm.
I shit you not! There is a whole second new series on VH1, just like the first one, but about different 80s stuff. They spent like 10 minutes on the Wrath of Khan!!! That is really cool. And a similar ammount of time on Ghostbusters. I am a fat and happy jew.
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Tuesday, October 21st, 2003

Subject:i like olives.
Time:12:36 am.
Mood: amused.
thought of the day: "Jew" is such a strange word.

Today I went into downtown LA with my dad and grandparents, and it was cool, we walked around a bit, went to the La Brea tar pits, which have yielded more than a million fossils, including those of mastadons, wooly mamouths, saber-toothed cats, and giant ground sloths. All the environmentalists are clamoring that we're gonna send a bunch of species into extinction, however when humans arrived on this continent these cave men were instrumental in doing just that too all the creatures I mentioned above.

After the tar pits, we dined at Canter's, arguably the greatest Jewish deli not in New York. I got a knish to eat for breakfast tomorrow too. Sweet. I'm reading the New York Times today and apparently the Malaysian president thinks that Jews are controlling the world. If so, where's my share? I want a hand in this world domination shindig my Jew-brothers are gettin' on. Paul Krugman has an editorial about it, too. He thinks it was just a line put in to pacify the Musilms in his country who are pissed that the government's all buddy-buddy with the US. He also points out that the rest of the president's speech was criticizing Muslim fundamentalists who were using hate and ignorance and causing Muslim culture to regress. And he has got a point that by appointing Christian fundamentalist generals to important anti-terror posts, and by supporting Ariel Sharon even when he's being a complete dumbass, Bush has completely alienated the people of all the Muslim nations in the world.

Yesterday I was driving my grandmother's car, which has a big American flag waving from the antenna. I hate to say it, but I felt uncomfortable with that flag there, I had to take it off. Now, don't get me wrong, I consider myself patriotic, and I love this country and recognize that there are a lot of awesome people who live here, but I feel that the current administration has perverted the flag.

CONSERVATIVES!!! TAKE NOTE:

Many conservative pundits (Ann Coulter and Rush Limbaugh, for example) will tell you that we liberals hate America. This is not true. I love America. However, I do not love the current federal government. I am in fact ashamed of its conduct both with foreign and domestic policy, and believe that if these policies are continued, it is very dangerous to the safety of this nation, as well as to the well-being of its people. What the Bush administration has done is to associate the flag with the statement "I support the actions of the government." Not overtly, but this is the message that I feel the majority of flag-waving Americans send. The sneaky bit is that I do not feel comfortable displaying large American flags because of these connotations is used as evidence by the right that I am indeed unpatriotic and hate America. I don't hate America. I hate them. Especially Ann Coulter. She and Michael Bolton are reason enough that all of Fairfield County should be firebombed.
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Monday, October 20th, 2003

Subject:right back where we started from
Time:12:18 am.
Mood: cheerful.
So for fall break I am in California with my dad, visiting my grandparents. It's wonderful, it's 85 degrees and sunny, whereas in Ohio at the moment it's 38 degrees and cloudy.

My aunt Hannah was over yesterday and today, and she provided me with advice and comfort and general wisdom. Unfortunately she did not bring along her partner and partner's young daughter, who I've been anxious to meet. But this gives me incentive to see her again soon. It's been over a year since I'd seen her, or my grandparents. That's a shame. More on my grandparents later in the week when I have a chance to absorb them more.

After driving Aunt Hannah to the airport, I went to Claremont to visit Ms. Teresa Sanchez at Scripps. Holy shit are the Claremont colleges the most beautiful educational institutions on the planet. It was wonderful to see Teresa, who'd been telling me so much about her life there. She always sounded so happy when we talked, and now I see why. She's got a good bunch of friends and is livin' it up well.

California has such beautiful weather that the students at Harvey Mudd college (across the street from Scripps) just have their couches outside the doors of their dorm rooms, and their dorm rooms are open to the weather. It's unbelievable.

Part of me wants to be back in Connecticut right now.
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Sunday, October 12th, 2003

Time:11:38 pm.
Mood: lethargic.
i hate the universe sometimes. it brings me so close to the point of happiness that I am able to imagine what it's like to be hapy and loved, but then pulls back. Sometimes it's my fault, sometimes it's pure bad luck. But you don't really care, because you don't want to go out with me anyway.*

I beleive I've come to the realization that in my present state, I can't be happy when I'm around girls. There's just too much sexual tension. Instantly. it's a rather bad state to be in. I suggest aginst it.

*(the bitterness in this sentence does not apply to you if you are male, lesbian, or if we have expressly dicussed the situation and agreed not to go out prior to this post)

Anyway, I've been thinking politics a lot. I haven't been talking politics a lot lately, which I'm afraid makes me seem too self-centered, however from another point of view, it makes me seem less snobbish. But I've been thinking that as far as the Democratic primaries go, I think Howard Dean has the best shot. I agree with him, he's progressive, although his stance on the economy is still kinda pro-business, but not as much as the Bush Administration. The problem with him is that he's still a bit left-ish for a lot of Joe Schmoe flag-waving Americans. This can be fixed by having Gen. Wesley Clark as his running mate. He's a damn general, and he's angry. I wouldn't mind the other way around, in fact, as Clark for pres. and Dean for VP.

I don't like most of the other candidates as much. Kerry or Gephardt or Edwards are already tools of the system, waist-deep in the shit of political scandal and dirt and pork barrell. Dean became governor by a fluke, didn't have to pull any favors or take bribes to get where he is. Dennis Kucinich I think I agree with the most, except that he wants to pull the troops out of Iraq immediately, which it is too late for. But that I agree with him means that most people don't, so he's pretty much fucked. Al Sharpton is a bit crazy, and has been too anti-whitey in the past, the Republicans will blast him if he comes out on top. And Joe Lieberman, oy. He's a disgrace to the Senate, to Connecticut, and to Jews in general.

However, if Clark and Dean don't want to run together, there's only one other person I'd think of for the job. (heh, job). And his name is...

BILL FREAKING CLINTON!!!!!

When he was president our contry rocked so much harder than it does now. Like if America under Roosevelt rocked like Van Halen, America right now probably rocks like Andew Lloyd Weber, and America under Bill Clinton rocked kinda like Weezer. But really, the vast majority of everybody agrees that we were better off under Clinton, and I think they'll remember that in the polls.
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Friday, October 10th, 2003

Subject:A-Level Mens' Room Appreciation Post
Time:2:15 am.
Mood: frustrated.
This is an ode to the bathroom in the basement of Mudd Library, where there's many sheets of paper posted up on the walls of the stalls and the walls by the urinals for the purpose of graffitti. In addition to the obligatory "Jake Brody Huffs Mad Dong" and "Tom Yagoda Blows Dead Bears," there is a chess game going. And random polls like "do you wipe standing up or sitting down?" and quote competitions, debates on the merits of socialism, and a new strip of Calvin and Hobbes posted every day. Yeah for a community of schollars.

So next week will be the Oberlin Grape vs. Oberlin Review soccer game for the name of journalism. It should be hella fun. We're gonna clobber 'em. I love my newspaper homies.
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Friday, October 3rd, 2003

Subject:eh.
Time:8:26 pm.
Mood: bored.
So my computer's been busted for the last week, thus i've not been online or anything, not that there's much to post, or would i have time to do it. but today was a good day. I had the Mother of All Biology Exams this morning, and I think I did pretty OK on it. Then, I got my trombone in the mail. It's a beautiful Raison brand valve trombone from India. $110 on e-bay. I love e-bay. I get all my instruments from there. I also had a funny conversation with some Grape people. We were talking about our old features editor "Angus" (names have been changed to protect the ridiculous), and how he used to hit on Joanna, with very bad form, and quite ineffectually.

Joanna: I think that was the only time anybody's hit on me at Oberlin
me: not true, I hit on you... [sheepishly] when i'm drunk.
Joanna: I know. That's why I don't wear halter tops to Grape parties anymore

I should not be proud of this conversation, but somehow, I am. It sounds like right out of a sitcom. A very depraved sitcom. Which is not too different from what they're showing on television now days anyhow. But yeah. That's all I've got to say about that.
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Saturday, September 27th, 2003

Subject:happy new (jew) year
Time:12:14 pm.
Mood: calm.
I tried.

My plan was to buy a car at the college acution and bomb on down to Durham and surprise everybody and fun and interesting ways, like going up to my mamma at the bread booth and buying stuff while pretending not to know her. But alas, I couldn't afford any of the cars at the auction. I miss home a good deal. Not that I don't love it here, I'm having tremendous ammounts of fun. But I really miss my friends. And what sucks is that even if I did come home, all my friends would be at school. those fuckers. Thanksgiving is approaching.
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Monday, September 22nd, 2003

Time:8:47 pm.
As an official statement, the albums Anthem and Hello Rockview, both by Less Than Jake, are probably the best things to blast out of one's speakers, for a versatile assortment of occaisions.

What if breathing worked like eating? In that one wouls have separatie orifaces for inhalation and exhalation. I daresay it'd be more efficient, air could be constantly flowing through one's bronchioles. That would also make playing wind instruments easier. I wonder where the out hole would be, and what one would call it. God, I hope it's the belly button.
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Wednesday, September 17th, 2003

Subject:i know things are gettin' tougher when you can't get the top off the bottom of the barrel
Time:1:50 am.
Mood: restless.
My friend Maddy had an interesting thought on the Middle East crisis: It's a femminism issue.

Back in the Book of Genesis, Sarah thought she was infertile (well, she was like 80), and told her husband Abraham to have a child by her handmaid, Hagar (not Sammy). And so he did, and she did, and the son was called Ishmael. When Sarah was 90, God told her she'd have a son, and she did, and his name was Isaac. So the story goes that the descendants of Isaac went on to become the Jews and the descendants of Ishmael went on to become the Arabs, all because Sarah wasn't a strong enough woman to assert herself against her husband.

I still think it's education, but at least it's amusing.

~jon good loves you
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Monday, September 15th, 2003

Time:1:23 am.
Mood: discontent.
today is my nineteenth and a half birthday. I have six months left of being a teenager.

today was humid and foggy and filled with heartburn. Not metaphorical heartburn, the acid reflux kind. Never had it too often but today it came on strong. I had a dream last night about Dave Kleinschmidtt in drag. Dave is about 6 foot 3 and has a large beard eminating from the area below his chin, but not the rest of his face. And he was wearing a pink dress with poofy shoulders. It was in interesting dream.

This is a good oppertunity to tout my new theory:
THE JON GOOD HOT GIRL-ASSHOLE INTERACTION PARADIGM

You see, when most normal guys see a very attractive girl, they think to themselves "damn! that girl is mad fly! I would never have a chance with her." And thus they restrain their testosteronic urges and keep their distance. However, guys who are assholes have a tendency to have significantly enlarged egos compared with regular guys, and they think instead "this girl is hot; she wants me." And thus, the only people who approach hot girls are said assholes and therefore assholes are the only type of people they date. Because of this limited exposure to a self-selecting pool, two changes come over these females. The first is the formation of the erroneous belief that all men are assholes. The second is that because assholes are the only men they ever experience, girls change themselves to best suit the whims of the assholes they court (for those who have seen the musical Grease, this could be described as the "Sandra Dee phenomenon").

Just an observation.

~jon good loves you
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Wednesday, September 10th, 2003

Subject:flan tastes yummy
Time:12:37 am.
Mood: optimistic.
I *really* hate it when articles in The Onion hit close to home.
This was in this week's News In Brief section (fast forward 26 years)

45-Year-Old Fails To Make Someone
Very Happy One Day
NEW MEADOWS, ID—In spite of predictions to the contrary, Larry Naering, a 45-year-old research scientist, has failed to make someone very happy one day, his mother Nancy reported Monday. "He's always been such a handsome, responsible boy," said Nancy, who used to look forward to having grandchildren. "I always told him that some girl was going to discover a real hidden treasure if she took the time to look at him. I guess I was wrong." Nancy said her son's chances of finding that one-in-a-million love have dwindled to one in 50 billion.

On the side of good news, a ska band floculated around me this evening. Jon Bruno from the marching band and I had been talking about it for a week, and we found the rest of our band today. Bo came up to me with this girl who wanted to play guitar and he wanted to sing; and in the decafe I saw a kid with a Reel Big Fish tshirt, and was like "do you play bass?" and yes was the answer.

Also, I have just learned of the tragic passing of one of the greatest musical minds of our time, Wesley Willis. He died last week of leukemia. How the world could let a 450-pound, homeless, schizophrenic, crack addict just die is beyond me. His music will be sorely missed.

~jon good loves you
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Monday, September 8th, 2003

Subject:oberlin
Time:10:14 am.
Mood: cheerful.
My computer's been funked up for a good while now and I've finally gotten it working. I don't have time for a great deal of detail but I'm gonna say it's good to be back at school and being busy again. Although I could write a treatise on the subject, I'll just give a few vignettes on how cool Oberlin is.

Two guys walked right into each other on the sidewalk, neither were paying attention to where they were going; one was reading a book, the other was solving a Rubik's cube.

The phrase "war is menstural envy" is still scrawled on many of the bathroom stalls

We had nearly 40 people come to the first newspaper meeting, and less than half of them were only there because they wanted to write porn reviews.

Some female friends of mine were walking back from a party and they got invited by some sketchy upper-classmen to hang out on their porch and drink beer and smoke. After doing so for a while, they decided to leave. The upper-classmen, whose intent was apparently to scam them into a chemical-induced hookup were all like "baby, are you sure you don't want to stay? why do you have to go" and my friend replies "well, were were going to let you put your penises in our mouths but we decided against it" Mad props to Oberlin women.

I am consitently out-dorked. Last night I went to the lounge to study and I couldn't because there were people playing Magic cards, a few days ago I went to the TV room to watch Star Trek but I couldn't because there were people playing DDR.

I am alive.

~jon good loves you
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Friday, August 22nd, 2003

Time:4:09 pm.
So I feel like a total dickwad complaining about being on a cruise, because hey, it's a cruise. But there's nobody around, so far as I can tell, there must be a god damned AARP special rate for this bit because everybody's old. And they're rich old people who think they can be assholes to everybody else because they're americans.

There have been some cool parts though, like going to Dublin and Glascow, which are beautiful old cities with wonderful architecture and sorta makes me want to live there. We also went to the Welsh village of Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, which has the longest town name in Europe. I'm not making it up. I've got a postcard from it too.

To pass the time on this cruise, I've been reading a great deal, and one of the books i'm in the middle of is the Candide by Voltaire. In Candide, so far the point has been that everybody suffers in the world and thinks himself to be the most unfortunate human in existance, but each is shown up in his misfortune by the next character who comes along. The main character, Candide, although he loses mountains of riches and is cheated and manipulated by everybody, never quite loses his innocence and is driven continually to find the girl he loves, Cundegone. It is the one thing that keeps him going and keeps him happy and stays his belief that all things that happen in the universe are for the best. It is my guess that Cundegone will eventually fuck him over in the end as well.

The point is, I believe myself to be so unfortunate when in fact my life doesn't suck nearly in comparison to the majority of everybody. I realize that I used to be like Candide, innocent and pulled on course by my love of everybody, but i think i've been cheated and manipulated too much. Now i'm like the cheaters and manipulators. But it is of no matter, so long as i can find somebody to love again. heh. good luck. But i'm looking forward to going back ot Oberlin muchly, and hopefully will become involved with activites and classes there. It'll rock.

~jon good loves you
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Sunday, August 17th, 2003

Subject:yes, i've probably been reading too much Kurt Vonnegunt
Time:5:00 pm.
Mood: lonely.
yay for blackouts. they made me not sleep in two days, get stuck at the kennedy airport for a while, drive to boston, and yell at my parents too much.

anyway, the difference between America and the UK is that even in business, the UK still is able to see the humanity of people, rather than just use them as machines. Also, they don't try sell everything.

A case in point is a term that really gets my cheese. It is a term for a piece of absorbent padding that a woman places between her vagina and the remainder of her garments at necessary times. The term for this object it a "sanitary napkin," as is to suggest that such napkins (which may not even qualify as napkins to begin with), are sanitary. Even after removal, they are still referred to as sanitary napkins. I saw a sign recently that said "please do not flush soiled sanitary napkins down the toilet." SOILED SANITARY napkins? Even after the quite greusome ordeal which it has inevitably been through, it is still sanitary??? There must be some magic technology at work. And furthermore, the very term "sanitary napkin" implies that all other napkins, even those which have no contact with any human organs at all, are still somehow UN-sanitary!!! I don't think i want to understand.

~Jon Good Loves You
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Tuesday, July 29th, 2003

Time:12:02 am.
a dilemma arises when I want to talk about stuff on the livejournal but i don't want to start gossip among my friends who read it. Being a decent human being is getting harder and harder these days.

anyway, mad props to Lindsey and Tracy and Teresa. All on seperate occaisions, you made me happy enough not to smash my windshield. again.

~jon good loves you
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Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003

Time:2:56 pm.
Mood:other.
so here I am in cape cod, surrounded by loving relatives and the beach and it's wonderful. Sort of. My cousins are such petty little fuckers. They can be so sweet and nice and cute one moment, and then be slitting one another's throat in order to be first in line or get more candy than anybody else. But I suppose all kids go through that. I don't remember going through it, but it's probably because I was young. It could be that these kids are a lot more spoiled than I, their parents are freakin' loaded. My parents hadn't finished school when they had me (accidents represent, yo), but my aunts and unlcles all had nice successful careers before their kids started poppin' out, and thus they get all these nice fancy toys and stuff whenever they want it. To me, even now a million dollars is a ridiculously huge ammount of money, but my uncle steve's house cost that much and his little kids know it! That's just unfathomable to me. But still not everything is different. I see the kids doing stupid stuff and I get little snippets of memories of myself doing similar things. Like telling my parents a ghost slimed me when I covered myself in green dish soap and other stupid lies.

My cousin Matt just threw up. Hang on.

Ok, back. That was pretty disgusting. And now he's throwing a fit because he doesn't want to go to the beach without his life vest. Such tremendous skill the boy has for projecting a grating voice throughout the house. But not all is lost, for tomorrow I'm being paid a visit by RICK BARRY and THERESA! So happy, it's been a good six months sinc I've seen either of them. We're gonna go to the beach and into town and stuff, and it will be not boring at all.

Also, last night I got a phonecall from Dot! and Kim! they were just like "yeah, we're at CTY and we have your number, so we're gonna call." Dot is da bomb-diggity-shit. And being da bomb-diggity-shit is a good thing.

Only two more days until I get to go camping with Alison et. al.! On a realated note, Alison, did you change your screenname or something? Because I get mail and such from you but i never see you online. Lemme know. Now, i'm going to the beach.

~jon good loves you
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Saturday, July 19th, 2003

Subject:WHEEL. OF. FISH!
Time:11:30 am.
Quote of the evening:
my mom: I don't like the fact that so many kids at Coginchaug are dating such older guys; you can go to jail for that
john merriam: Jail? You can go to Hell for that!

lots of stuff to talk about. But I would just like to say that I could not ask for better friends than John Merriam and James Kamminski. By hanging out with them and doing positively nothing but listening to music and talking about life, I feel so much better about most things.

On thursday night, I played a show with the Royal Assassins. For a good 45 mins to an hour before we went on, we totally lost Kevin and Greg. We had no fucking clue where they went. They show up 5 minutes before we go on and are like "dude! we stole a bench! it's huge, we left it in the woods on the side of the road, we can pick it up on our way out" So we do so, and we're trying to get this bench in my car for like half an hour, but these cars keep driving by and so we have to hide it so they don't get suspicious. So we get it in the car, and realize it doesn't fit, so we're unpacking all the equipment and putting the seat down and re-shuffling all this stuff and we get the bench most of the way in. But the door won't close, so Kevin tries to force it. And because a 100-pound steel bench is really hard to be forced, it goes right through my back window. COMPLETELY SHATTERED! I had just gotten it back from the mechanic that day to fix the wiring and the exhaust. I flipped out and a half. Later, nate said that the guys in the Assassins were so scared, because they'd never before seen me angry in any capacity at all, and I was pretty much livid at this point. So we took the bench out and left it there and booked it home. The next morning, I was able to find a glass place up in Portland that fixed it for me pretty cheap and in the space of five hours. So it's all set, i'm just set back $350. The band said they'd help pay for it, I hope they're not shitting me. It's kinda funny, actually, how stupid we were. And still are, really. But whatever. It's happened.

I'd like to note here that Tony Blair (prime minister of the UK) the fucking man. He gave a speech Thursday to congress, and it was an incredible speech. He sorta made jabs at American policy, and said what nobody in the Republican party wanted to admit: that America has got the biggest, baddest, most advanced military in the world, but it's impossible to conquer terrorism with it because terrorism must be fought by giving the countries that breed terrorism education and aid and food and freedom, not blowing them up. Also, on the main page of the White House website friday, there was a hillarious (intentionally hillarious or not, i don't know) picture of George Bush and Tony Blair, and Blair is in mid-stride, so it looks like he's skipping, and he's got this big dopey grin on his face and the stride is looking like he's trying to hold Bush's hand, and he just looks SO ABSOLUTELY UNEQUIVOCALLY GAY. I couldn't stop laughing. The camera is pretty good at lying, sometimes. Here's the address if anybody is interested.
http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2003/07/images/20030717-9_blair1resend-683v.jpg

In 1996, Comeday Central used to run a show called "Viva Variety," a sort of joke on Europeans making fun of Americans. It was OK, I remember watching it an laughing once in a while, It was also the first time I heard Reel Big Fish was their performance ont that show. But one of the mainstays of each episode was they did some sort of fake game show that was really offensive or politically incorrect or stupid. It was my favorite part of the whole show. Anyways, one time they did a bit called "French or Gay?" And they had a "contestant" come and look at pictures and short bits of information about people (might have been celebrities, i don't even know), and decide if that person was a homosexual or from France. I thought it was really funny, but decidedly offensive. However, the other night, I was watching TV, and they had some sort of variety show or something where they actually had a REAL person going up to people in Quebec and asking them questions like "do you watch the show Will & Grace?" and "did you like Reuben or Clay better on American Idol?" And then the host would ask the studio audience "what do you think, guys, Gay, or French-Canadian?" It was so surreal. I was actually rather angry, because it's both racist (for suggesting French-Canadians act gay) and intollerant (for suggesting that gays act French). I don't know.

I've come to a conclusion that I just don't like the feeling of work. I don't really mind what I do at work, but most of the time I just sit around and talk on the Internet and listen to Led Zeppelin, waiting to go home, where I sit around talking on the internet and listen to Led Zeppelin. It's just the feeling that i should be doing something, even if I really don't have too much to do, that makes me feel wierd. Why I've been caring about what i "should" do or what people expect of me lately is a mystery, but it's been happening. I wanna go back to Oberlin. Soon.

But instead, I'm going to cape cod for a week with my whole family. And by "whole family" I mean my parents, sister, grandparents, 5 uncles, 5 aunts, and 14 cousins. All in one house. Granted it's a big house, but I'm not looking forward, because I have no friends up there and it gets real boring once i've finished reading all my books. Luckily, I'm only going for a week and everybody else for two, so it's not that bad (and also has the added advantage of me being home alone for a week, and anybody who wants to show up after the 25th of the month, you're more than welcome in my home at any hour. I'd welcome the excitement.

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