Chicken Parmesan sandwich:
1 microwavable chicken patty
red sauce
parmesan cheese
buns
instructions: microwave chicken patty. put chicken patty on bun. pour red sauce on chicken. sprinkle parmesan cheese on top. put top of bun on sandwich. eat.
more to come. i need to go make this and eat it.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Yeah, about what Charlotte said
The problem is she wiggles her butt when I scratch her head, which makes her not unlike my beloved Kitty, who, along with Isabel, I miss very much. But then again, not that much since apparently I have Charlotte to sit next to me while I watch mind-numbing television.I'm halfway finished with the intro to performance studies "boot camp," which is actually not the boot camp I was expecting. Oh, and
Dear Professors from W&M,
Thank you. A thousand times, thank you.
Luv, Beaton.
Although I did have to read J.L. Austin's How to Do Things with Words. All of it. But I'm getting at least 6 hours of sleep at night which is a huge victory. The 48 (!!!) people in my program are all really cool and I love the faculty and the general vibe of the department. There's even a small disco ball in the studio classroom. Named Leroy.
I snagged an editorial assistant job with The Drama Review, which is the journal put out by the department through MIT press. So that's pretty sweet, since this whole academic publishing thing is kinda why I'm here in the first place.
But now I must continue rubbing Charlotte's head and convince her she doesn't have meningitis.
Epic Fail
I turned down Z's offer today. And bawled at work.
They weren't offering enough money and they wouldn't budge on my start date. So they wanted me to a) take a pay cut b)give up a great second source of income c) burn a bridge at a really important company
no thanks.
Two complicated breakups in 2 weeks. I ordered-in comfort food and ate icecream. Then I made Alex rub my head.
sounds like a breakup alright.
guess it's time to schedule my wisdom teeth surgery sans dental insurance.
They weren't offering enough money and they wouldn't budge on my start date. So they wanted me to a) take a pay cut b)give up a great second source of income c) burn a bridge at a really important company
no thanks.
Two complicated breakups in 2 weeks. I ordered-in comfort food and ate icecream. Then I made Alex rub my head.
sounds like a breakup alright.
guess it's time to schedule my wisdom teeth surgery sans dental insurance.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Dan & MMXBAL's Segscellent Adventure
Last week, Metromix paid for me to take a Segway tour of Baltimore. The results? A bunch of incriminating photographs, and a sprawling 2100-word rumination that they managed to chop down to 1800:
This article was also posted on the front page of baltimoresun.com today. Can I ever show my face in Charm City again?
The C------- Publishing Course begins Sunday, so I'm leaving for New York City this weekend. It's tempting to reflect on this past month in Baltimore (and that stray weekend I spent in Williamsburg), but I think I'll save my energy for a real rip-roaring dissection of C------- and its environs.
Until then, keep segging, and always wear a helmet.
---
UPDATE: After spending a few hours on the front page of baltimoresun.com, the Segway article was posted on Fark.com, which earned Metromix a solid 7000 pageviews and a whopping 129 comments. The best are reproduced below:
"I've seen plenty of idiots on Segways down by the harbor lately, but none so conspicuous." --IrateShadow
"Kid, you're really not all the [sic] funny, but nice try..."
--KyngNothing
"I am not a violent person, but that story just made me want to punch that guy in the face."
--TheYeti
"Baltimore? --- Can that thing outrun a bullet."
--gulag
"helmets are for fags."
--mandingueiro
"someone should punch this guy in the face just for looking stupid"
--50 Cent Jesus
"Charm City, baby. Ball mer rocks! That is the doofiest looking Segway rider I've ever seen! However, the 'Segs in the city' name is cool."
--StewPie
"Anybody with a name like 'Piepenbring' HAS to be a wanker."
--phartman
---
BOOKS
Joseph O'Neill, Netherland
Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy
MUSIC
Neon Neon, Stainless Style
No Age, Nouns
Hella, The Devil Isn't Red
Aaron LaCrate & DJ Low Budget, Bmore Gutter Music (amazing cover art features a Drunk Oriole)
This article was also posted on the front page of baltimoresun.com today. Can I ever show my face in Charm City again?
The C------- Publishing Course begins Sunday, so I'm leaving for New York City this weekend. It's tempting to reflect on this past month in Baltimore (and that stray weekend I spent in Williamsburg), but I think I'll save my energy for a real rip-roaring dissection of C------- and its environs.
Until then, keep segging, and always wear a helmet.
---
UPDATE: After spending a few hours on the front page of baltimoresun.com, the Segway article was posted on Fark.com, which earned Metromix a solid 7000 pageviews and a whopping 129 comments. The best are reproduced below:
"I've seen plenty of idiots on Segways down by the harbor lately, but none so conspicuous." --IrateShadow
"Kid, you're really not all the [sic] funny, but nice try..."
--KyngNothing
"I am not a violent person, but that story just made me want to punch that guy in the face."
--TheYeti
"Baltimore? --- Can that thing outrun a bullet."
--gulag
"helmets are for fags."
--mandingueiro
"someone should punch this guy in the face just for looking stupid"
--50 Cent Jesus
"Charm City, baby. Ball mer rocks! That is the doofiest looking Segway rider I've ever seen! However, the 'Segs in the city' name is cool."
--StewPie
BUT THE TAKER OF THE PROVERBIAL CAKE:
"Anybody with a name like 'Piepenbring' HAS to be a wanker."
--phartman
---
BOOKS
Joseph O'Neill, Netherland
Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy
MUSIC
Neon Neon, Stainless Style
No Age, Nouns
Hella, The Devil Isn't Red
Aaron LaCrate & DJ Low Budget, Bmore Gutter Music (amazing cover art features a Drunk Oriole)
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Attention Whore
So I realize I've been a bit prolific on this blog but with good reason.
I got the job at Z****.com yesteday with one little caveat. I'm not allowed to work there and freelance at a competing travel site. So I need to firm up my end date over at T******* & L****** and then that will be my start date at Z****.com
So yay! I won't have to work for my father any more, or at least I'll know when I'm leaving. Let the countdown begin.
In other, more personal, and perhaps inappropriate news: Champe and I broke up. But it was the most difficult and amiable breakup ever. I'm not entirely sure why it happened or if it will last. And certainly the details have no business here but, per the subject of this post, I figured I would share.
I got the job at Z****.com yesteday with one little caveat. I'm not allowed to work there and freelance at a competing travel site. So I need to firm up my end date over at T******* & L****** and then that will be my start date at Z****.com
So yay! I won't have to work for my father any more, or at least I'll know when I'm leaving. Let the countdown begin.
In other, more personal, and perhaps inappropriate news: Champe and I broke up. But it was the most difficult and amiable breakup ever. I'm not entirely sure why it happened or if it will last. And certainly the details have no business here but, per the subject of this post, I figured I would share.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The intriguing move forward
Moving-in, the big step forward. I'm not sure how all of you coped (/are coping/have coped), but the process of finding an apartment or house is extremely difficult. I'd imagine it's the same situation in any urban area like D.C. or N.Y.C. There's such insurmountable competition for homes; they come on the market (let's say at 12 p.m.), they leave the market (oh, let's estimate 1 p.m., same day). It's such an incredible hassle, but finally over as of this past week.
My housemates (Ryan and Cassie Powers, no relation) and I are signing the lease on Thursday at high noon and likely moving in over the next week and so. The numb quality of a mutual joblessness and homelessness subsides in favor of new feeling somewhat akin to that "First Day of School" vibe. The next week of shopping for the house and preparing the house and life for work and independent living reminds me of shopping for the pencils and pens, the notebooks and school year clothing. The imminence of work and life is no longer unnerving to any small degree: I am, in fact, eager.
I'll try to post some pictures of the house and independent life here when I can.
As far as reading, I feel like I'm an odd one out. I just finished Everything is Illuminated, which puts me way behind the curve, right? I'm starting The Fountainhead to see what Ayn Rand's all about and I've been trudging through some riveting literature on early Anglo-Saxon and Norman workings: The Making of the Middle Ages by R.W. Southern and The Anglo-Saxon Age: c. 400-1042 by D.J.V. Fisher. Sometimes I manage to read a bit from an enjoyable catalogue of European penchant for everything English, a book Andrew Miller gave me entitled Anglomania: A European Love Affair, Ian Buruma.
I know many people dislike Christopher Hitchens, but for all of his curses and alcoholism, I find him to be one of the greatest writers and orators on the question of reason vs. faith. In fact, perhaps his being only an editor to a collection of essays makes The Portable Atheist a more agreeable book to a wider audience. The stories within are fascinating and eye-opening to the great number of modern authors who have contributed to independent thought on morality and the non-existence of supernatural beings.
My housemates (Ryan and Cassie Powers, no relation) and I are signing the lease on Thursday at high noon and likely moving in over the next week and so. The numb quality of a mutual joblessness and homelessness subsides in favor of new feeling somewhat akin to that "First Day of School" vibe. The next week of shopping for the house and preparing the house and life for work and independent living reminds me of shopping for the pencils and pens, the notebooks and school year clothing. The imminence of work and life is no longer unnerving to any small degree: I am, in fact, eager.
I'll try to post some pictures of the house and independent life here when I can.
As far as reading, I feel like I'm an odd one out. I just finished Everything is Illuminated, which puts me way behind the curve, right? I'm starting The Fountainhead to see what Ayn Rand's all about and I've been trudging through some riveting literature on early Anglo-Saxon and Norman workings: The Making of the Middle Ages by R.W. Southern and The Anglo-Saxon Age: c. 400-1042 by D.J.V. Fisher. Sometimes I manage to read a bit from an enjoyable catalogue of European penchant for everything English, a book Andrew Miller gave me entitled Anglomania: A European Love Affair, Ian Buruma.
I know many people dislike Christopher Hitchens, but for all of his curses and alcoholism, I find him to be one of the greatest writers and orators on the question of reason vs. faith. In fact, perhaps his being only an editor to a collection of essays makes The Portable Atheist a more agreeable book to a wider audience. The stories within are fascinating and eye-opening to the great number of modern authors who have contributed to independent thought on morality and the non-existence of supernatural beings.
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