Title!

Met with the people from Firebelly... fall's still up in the air, I should know more on/around April 22nd.

Preaching went well, it was great to have a go at it again. Up again this week.

Going to sleep. Out way too late Saturday night. Also, I love my job, and my boss is amazing.

The end.

GCH

I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun

...

If that ain't love,
Then I don't know what love is.


I'm coming to believe that might be the case.

More of the same, Or,

Same as it ever was.

...

It seems like forever since I've had something worth posting.

Erf.

Eisbock

So, in the middle of winter, Mike and I decided it'd be fun to order some Eisbock for the store. You know, it's cold out, this beer is frozen during production, it made sense, right?

MONTHS later, on the first day to hit 70 degrees, it finally comes in.

Montgomery County, I hate your alcohol-governing ways. That, and the ridiculous 25% markup that we have to pay. And you wonder why people just go to DC to buy their wine?

Also: wow. That's all I got for now.

Sober Me vs. Drunken Me

I wonder what question I answered for myself the other night.

I should leave myself clues..

Debates?

So, Zogby shows Nader polling 5%-6%.

Now, let me start by saying that Obama still impresses me in many ways. But it does say something about the "coalition" feel of his campaign; two self-professed independent-friendly candidates (McCain and Obama) still lose enough of their support base to give Nader the kinds of numbers he needs to qualify for the debates and be considered a factor in the election.

Shouldn't Obama be winning this one easily?

In a sidenote, the same polls show McCain trouncing Clinton in all scenarios. In the past, this is when people start muttering about "electibility" in order to deep-six campaigns by interesting candidates (Dean, et al.) Why aren't we hearing this tossed around more now, when it clearly applies to Clinton? She can't even unify her own party, and she sure as hell isn't going to be crossing any aisles. And McCain isn't the same kind of specter that Bush was...I think you'll find your third party supporters feeling secure enough to vote their ideologies this time around.

So, Democrats, an unrequested opinion from an independent: If you want any chance of winning this, Obama is your candidate. You know it. We know it. Someone explain it to Senator Clinton?

......5%! If this keeps up, he's in the debates....here's to hoping.

Kerosene Hat

Here comes ol',
Kerosene hat,
With his ear-flaps waxed,
A'courtin' his girl..
- Cracker

I can promise you,
You'll stay as beautiful,
With dark hair...
And dark skin...
Forever..

Make up your mind..
Make up your mind!
And I'll promise you,
I will treat you well,
My sweet angel,
So help me, Jesus...
- Toadies

I'm a realist
I'm a romantic
I'm an indecisive piece of shit
- The Cribs

It's easterish

Assisting at Divinity last night through Sunday morning, then two straight days off to work on project/ getting life back together.

In other news, rent is expensive in Silver Spring. I need a higher-paying job, or possible roommates come August. Or both.

A quick question.

..actually, I just answered it myself.

G'night.

Beauty in the Breakdown

Oy...this "post every day regardless of progress" thing is hard. I hate disciplining myself.

HATE IT.

This may/may not have something to do with my relative lack of achievement thus far in life.

Yeesh.

So, suffered a mental breakdown at work on Monday, nearly kirked out on a customer for no fault of their own. Tuesday was restful. I think it mostly had to do with refusing to take time off while I was sick, that, and other plotlines finally overwhelmed me. I just wish they'd done it an hour later after we'd closed.

I still have my job, so far. Grace exists in many forms.

Moulin Rouge

"While the celebration party raged upstairs, I tried to write, but all I could think about was her.

Was she thinking about me?"

Why didn't this movie win the Oscar?

In Bruges

.....'In Bruges' is fantastic. Colin Farrell can, in fact, act; I'm not saying this is some huge stretch character wherein he plays an eighty-year-old overly-emo former ballerina turned pro wrestler, but in his element, he's quite enjoyable to watch. I think we, as an artistic community as a whole, overlook that sometimes, that sometimes people don't have to be versatile to be brilliant... it's in finding the nuances in their own comfort zone that they show their true talent.

Also, if Martin McDonagh wrote and directed his own damn movie, and decided Colin Farrell was just the man to play the lead, that has to count for something, right?

In other news, tonight was the first time in a while I can remember beer making me paranoid. Isn't the common conception that beer makes you invincible, and pot makes you paranoid?

Perhaps it was just that, at 10:45, after settling into an ABSOLUTELY EMPTY theatre, the appearance of a drunk man who demanded to know what had happened for the first fifteen minutes of the show might have unsettled me.

I later spotted him riding up and down the escalators heading out of the theatre.

Also, I want to go to Belgium. Tomorrow. Any takers?

Weeee

So, McGinty's was great last night; a modified and augmented DoaM crew. One of us certainly had an interesting night of it, for whom I'm very happy.

What was left of us retired to Laura's for drunk and exhausted jam session. It's so great to have music back in my life. I've missed it.

Project has been stalled, not for art's sake, but because of sickness + need to resolve some financial matters, such as the fact that I have no loans this semester. Hopefully I have fixed that today. We shall see.

I have just fixed my printer using some help from the interwebs, which essentially advised me to move this thing over there and poke at that thing with my fingers until it worked again.

It worked again.

I think it's over now.

So, I think I'm healthy again. Got some crazy blue pills to take for the next few days still, but I think they may be superfluous. Still, can't hurt, right?

Which is good news, because today is St. Drinking's Day.

And that is really all I have to report.

Hi!

So, sorry about not updating yesterday..I was busy spending seven hours in Holy Cross' emergency room. (Don't worry, I'm fine...ANTIBIOTICS ARE AWESOME.) The end.

So, catching up on things. Had our first full rehearsal as a band, with all four of us present. Finally got to meet Ryan, the bassist, who is, of course, awesome. We sound good, we play well together, and most of all, we're really having fun. When discussing carpooling to practice, Laura scoffed at the idea that practice would last five and a half hours. It lasted six, and I'm pretty sure we would've kept going had time allowed.

This is the most fun I've had since Fringe; it's great to play again, to be involved in an organic songwriting process again, to be part of everything that goes into being a band again.

And now, an abrupt end. My antibiotics want me to sleep so they can have a chance to work.

NP: "Eurotrash Girl" by Cracker. Remember this song? If not, you're missing out. Honestly.

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Inspiration

The hardest part about a project's inspiration being a particular person can be writing when contact with said inspiration isn't readily available.

Today will hopefully have helped..more script coming soon, assuming the icicle-wielding manta rays don't kill me in my sleep.

Word of the day: non-sequitortarian.

Word of the day: non-sequitortarian.

Wee.

Kentucky wants to make Cornholeing their state game.

In other news, nothing happened today. Tomorrow should be awesome.

Whoosh.

So, yesterday was an awesome day of wanderings and random interactions with people in the city. Saw "10,000 B.C.", which was good for what it was. If it looks interesting to you, then by all means see it. If it doesn't, then don't go out of your way.

So, the Dancing Crab was magnificent. After that, I stumbled into the CD/Game Exchange. Finally (FINALLY!) bought the Smashing Pumpkins' Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. Also picked up the Cardigans, Cracker's Kerosene Hat, and also the reason for my stop in, Los Lonely Boys. (Only because the band is covering them in May, so I need to listen to "How Far is Heaven" repeatedly.)

.......the things we do for our art.

Nothing to report from today. This is, after all, a project blog, and not "my daily life" blog. Although the latter feeds the former..but still, today was boring from a "viewers at home" standpoint.

G'night.

America, our education system sucks.

Must see Righteous Kill. Remind

Must see Righteous Kill. Remind me.


Edit: When you see randomness like this, most likely I've sent it from my cell phone. Same with the pictures. That's why subjects might be missing, words are misspelled, et al. Forgive me and my moblogging ways.

Dropped off the laptop to be restored, found b great local spot in tenleytown. The dancing crab. Good group of regulars who all know each other.. I've had two communal shots on the house since i've been here, and been treated like i've been here for years. 'how far is heaven' is on the radio, which probably means nothing to anyone who's not in the band. Days like this restore my faith in mankind. And it's only just begun..

Ralph

It's no great revelation to suggest that one of three obvious names is going to be the next president of the United States. Some cynics may suggest that there will be no fundamental change no matter who is elected president. So let's not begrudge Ralph Nader an opportunity to let us know what we are going to be missing.

- Gary Weiss, here

Hrm.

This world will never be,
What I expected,
And if I don't belong,
Who would have guessed it?
I will not leave alone,
Everything that I own;
To make you feel like it's not too late,
It's never too late...

Even if I say
It'll be alright,
Still I hear you say,
You want to end your life?
Now and again we try,
To just stay alive...
Maybe we'll turn it around...
'Cause it's not too late,
It's never too late.
- Three Days Grace


I don't want to take what you can give,
I would rather starve than eat your breast..
All the things that others want for me,
Can't buy what I want because it's free...
Can't buy what I want because it's free...
Can't be what you want because I'm...
- Pearl Jam

Saturday in the Park

Where Park = Adega.

This post has nothing to do with Chicago, save for the fact that I desperately need to go there to visit people. First, I need the money for a plane ticket.

Erg.

The end.

Grr!

It's March...way too early to be depressing myself with how much rent is in Silver Spring, but I am.
I need somewhere to live come August! Raar!

The band is gonna be fun, I think. Played for three hours or so tonight, and it sounds good. Fun music, good people. We'll see how things go!

Woops.

Ack! Missed a day. Oops.

Anyway, not much to report...worked a double. Got to spend some time catching up with a good friend, which was amazing. Watched Saved..it's always good to remind yourself that you're not the only one fighting the good fight against those fighting the good fight.

Er..yesh.

Running almost late for work now, then FIRST BAND PRACTICE later on. Well, first practice with three of the four of us, at least. I still don't know if I've ever met the fourth person in this thing. I did, however, find out that our band name is The Understudies.

Film at eleven.


p.s. I think my sermon for the week after Easter came to me in the shower. I must find and purchase a waterproof voice recorder for times such as these.

Whew.

So...it's started. At least that!

Comments.

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Post away!

IT HAS BEGUN.

1400 words, about 7 or 8 pages (it's really hard to tell, since it's all monologue).

It's a start.

God, it feels good coming out.

I was beginning to wonder if it ever would.

Appalachian!

You probably can't tell from the bad lighting, but this is one of my four favorite beers ever. I miss having it on tap.

Evil Baptists!

This van is stalking me!

Winejack!

I have successfully freeze-distilled five bottles of wine into Winejack.

I started with J&F Lurton Bonarda 2007, partially due to price, partially due to screw-tops (so I can reuse the bottles for the homemade wine experiment), and partially because I'd never had a Bonarda. Lurton makes excellent value wines.

I now have a much smaller amount (maybe 750) of what was left over after everything else froze. I'm left wondering what the ABV is, as I have no real way of checking. Well, apart from the obvious way, at least.

I hadn't thought of that beforehand.

Winejack?

Today's experiments have gone well, so far. After spilling an inordinate amount of cheap vodka all over our kitchen, I have succeeded in proving that Pur water filters do make bad vodka into not-so-bad vodka. Infusion attempt will come at a later date.

Homemade wine is halfway there, have to combine it all yet. Winejack is still in the works.

What does this have to do with my project? Research for a metaphor. If one is going to use fermentation and distillation as a framework, then one had better get an understanding of the processes themselves.

Now, to sleep, for tomorrow I drive insane distances.

The Understudies

So, most of what would've been tonight's blog post has been reserved for possible script-fodder for the play.

So, I'll leave you with this: Apparently, I'm in a band now.

It's about time.

I think we're called "The Understudies." Or "the Protestants." Or possibly just "The Laura Duzer is Awesome Band." Whatever we are, we're playing in Philly on May 10th, and I'm already unable to be at the first rehearsal.

This is off to a rip-roaring start.

Work work work work work.

Today was just that. Work.

I've discovered more hastily-jotted ideas in the backseat of my car.

It's interesting the things that you think are brilliant when you're tired and/or drunk, as I had to have been when I wrote a few of them. Bar napkins and whatnot.

I'll attempt to sort them out on Tuesday. For now, I sleep.

Wonderland!

Today, I made my maiden voyage to "Wonderland," a Korean restaurant with a very sensible name in Annandale. It's been dubbed "Wonderland" by Mike, who finds Asian women very attractive. Without comment on the prevalence of said females, I will say the food there is quite excellent, especially at three in the morning. Easily three steps up from Tastee Diner, and at least two up from the 7-11 on York St.

I'm taking up a new hobby. I'm going to be making wine in my closet, and, while doing so, creating my own cordials (or "flavored vodkas," as is the new fad). As a by-product, I'm also going to attempt to make a wine liquor of intriguing potency, in my freezer. More as I accomplish/fail miserably.

Looks like this week's going to be Tuesday/Wednesday spent writing... I'm forcing myself to have something on paper by the end of those two days. We'll see how things go.

Oofda.

Very little to report.

Salvia divinorum intrigues me. Anyone know anything about it?

10:30 a.m. comes way, way too early most days. This was one of them.

Tomorrow's not Easter, right? This is how disassociated with time I've become.

I found out today that at least two people are reading this. Hi, two people! And sometimes a third, apparently. Part of me wonders if that's the grand total.

Uh, I'm tired. Sleeptime.