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| 03:33pm 05/09/2007 |
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keep alert peoples. a quick look into the doings of the senate and you'll find that bills such as this abound:
To authorize the transfer of certain funds from the Senate Gift Shop Revolving Fund to the Senate Employee Child Care Center. (Engrossed as Agreed to or Passed by Senate)[S.1537.ES]
and remember that all you need is kisses.
ps. this one is to be found to...
Expressing the sense of the Senate that Attorney General Alberto Gonzales no longer holds the confidence of the Senate and of the American people. (Placed on Calendar in Senate)[S.J.RES.14.PCS]
if this were all the senate was allowed to do, i'd be in a fit of joy all the damn time. |
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| 08:48pm 09/08/2007 |
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ich versuche, dass once in a while eintrag. for tom. the attempt at it, that is. the rest should also be enjoyed by the other three or four people who sometimes come across this mess of a journal.
TODAY.
headline out of the centralia chronicle. my home paper:
A train passes the green space in downtown Winlock where one of four large rooster sculptures has recently found a home. According to Winlock Lions Club treasurer William Pittman, the roosters were imported from China and painted by club member Jeanie Emmenegger. A fifth rooster has landed in Winlock but is yet to be installed. "I think they add to the town. They are really kind of neat. They are definitely the most complacent new residents of Winlock. They never complain about anything," Pittman said. |
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| 09:20pm 06/08/2007 |
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should the berlin wall have a proper memorial? yesterday sent me over to the "documentation center" for the berlin wall. There i watched a movie filmed sometime in the year 1989, right after the fall of the wall. parts were missing and makeshift boardercrossings had been installed. the flight around the gated cited lasted one half hour, and did not complete the ring. the commentary was lacking. then i walked upstairs to the free exhibit. too small, too little information. the top of the building houses a lookout to the other side of the street where the wall once stood. they have built a fake version of what used to be there, filled with photographing tourists inside the death strip. not really what i was looking for, but the view over the rest of the city was worth while.
then i got sick and went home.
lotta, my swedish roomate, had a going away party, as she will be on a train in a few hours, heading to gothenburg. my apartment feels alonely. and me too. |
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| 05:22pm 10/06/2007 |
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it is damn hot. it is, i bet, the same where you all find yourselves. but i must just say that i had a tough time walking throughout the flea market today, as the heat just ran me down. it has been a typical german sunday. sleeping in a walking about in flea markets and street with little shade, surronded by parks with much shade. ari and i ate ice cream, drank coffee and bought books and flowers. now we sit inside thinking about last week. the jim jarmush movies we stayed up all night watching.
my new to me bike is holding up although the kick stand fell off, it is not an ossi, but a wessi and a junkerman to boot. sophie gave him over to me after she left for treck across eurpoe, from which i have heard little. a wedding invitation to that of justin and lisa came to me yesterday. so much is being missed at home. ie. i miss you guys.
i am going to set up an accout and rent to many movies to watch away from the sun for the time, and spend next week without a shirt on walking from lake to lake. calling it my grown up life and pretending it is real.
lovitt records is still rocking my world. look at the new record from kids of engine down and denali, glos. it is keeping this day the way it should be.
love you and love you and love you.
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| 07:46pm 30/04/2007 |
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I can try this agian.
with one week left of a second german second semester, if that makes sense, i have set out to move homes and districts and start a fresh for the summer to come. ari will be here in a week to live for three months in a room without anything in an apartment with too much.
i will be renting with a swedish girl named lotta who is more than rad and somehow more than excited about our moving in. the place is filled with all sorts of unexpected shit, little of which is actually usefull, all of which seems sweet to look at.
in any case, the summer has uped a mood that was teetering. ive been about on my old bike, even fell off it last night, and spent the last weekend sitting in parks in prague with kids and oranges and eggplant sandwhiches. prague on like 15 dollars... it happened, and with any and all luck will happen once again. i am speaking words of polish in between attempts at bad german jokes. the setting is a german community college of sorts. the kids with whom i laugh are older, but also younger. well a mixture and i really haven't asked anyhow, those are all guesses.
sophie is building a space ship and gabriel forum for civics and i a resume of crap, bent on putting me into school come september.
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| 10:39am 28/04/2007 |
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Ich weiß nicht was soll es bedeuten,
Daß ich so traurig bin;
Ein Märchen aus alten Zeiten,
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,
Und ruhig fließt der Rhein;
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt
Im Abendsonnenschein.
Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
Dort oben wunderbar;
Ihr goldnes Geschmeide blitzet,
Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar.
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
Das hat eine wundersame,
Gewaltige Melodei.
Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe
Ergreift es mit wildem Weh;
Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe,
Er schaut nur hinauf in die Höh.
Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen
Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn;
Und das hat mit ihrem Singen
Die Lore-Ley getan. |
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| 10:04pm 11/04/2007 |
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hey. alive and breathing sort of! |
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| 09:28am 25/09/2006 |
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loves,
i rode the bus to bremen and saw a number of things along the damned way. a couple of hunting stools. a lot of nothing. a real not so real truck stop, where the bus made a one half hour stop. there i visited a shell station with the intention of picking up a pad of paper. but saw only porno, outdated worlk cup memorabilia and a lot of windshield whipers and replacement bike tires.
so i walked to the diner that the other three bus riders were sitting at and sat down, to discover that this was not anordinary diner. it was one of the ameircan types. sad to say i did not feel that at home at bonny's diner until i hear that they were playing fall out boy's take this to your grave, and that there was an american flag flanked by a jack daniels flag out front.
then i felt at home.
oh yeah. so i arrived in bremen to see shook ones and saw fucking shook ones. scott and kelly plaid the solo song and i loved it and sang along to every other song. and the death is not glamourous kids covered nofx as well as rocking in thier own right.
then my parents called and i walked around for two hours and found a hostel and slept tight.
it was the best day of eurpoe part 2. and i feel good at 9.30 in the morning as i wait for my bus back to berlin. almost as happy as the world, when it is just spinning around.
i love you.
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| 10:01pm 04/09/2006 |
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ah, lieber Livejournal. seit langem sahen wir nicht.
so i am in berlin. ps. i am sorry if i did not say goodbye it happened quick, and i was a bit frazzeled. how do you spell that?
i met with my old house mother, barbara. she treated me to an italian dinner, and we talked some shit about shit, and laughed. it was very nice. i am getting my old bike back. remeber that old piece of ddr lovliness...? yeah, we're reuniting.
otherwise i have been busy. running errands and helping out. the first week was, due to that, very hectic and tiring. things will now slow down, and i should be able to start with a bit of my own planning. a couple of excurstions and theatre visits, for those interested.
as of yet there is nothing funny to talk of, nothing interesting except that i will be having dinner with helmut franz and his wife on friday! somehow that should be very interssting. i am hoping that shook one come toberlin, regardless of what ther damned myspace says, and if not. i will try my hardest to go to them, although that will be a bit hard.
i miss you all and will be home in december, maybe for good, maybe not. my life is up in the air.
love,
nate.
ps- i will write more, i promise! |
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| 01:32pm 07/04/2006 |
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SPIEGEL: In methodical Germany, a major debate is currently underway in Berlin over whether to rebuild or start from scratch. Is tearing down the Palace of the Republic the right thing to do, and should the reconstructed Hohenzollern palace (which East German authorities demolished in 1950) really be erected in its place?
Koolhaas: I think tearing down the palace is a crime, simply because it was a special, recognizable artifact of a past political system. In my view, Berlin is nothing but a collection of overlapping regimes. It's unhealthy in a historical sense to eradicate this characteristic building.
SPIEGEL: But the palace was ugly.
Koolhaas: Ugliness also has a right to exist. Our society can no longer tolerate ugliness. You see that in cars, sofas and women. But seriously, if something like this building is ugly but nevertheless important, we must preserve it.
SPIEGEL: And if it had been beautiful and important? Shouldn't architects be the prophets of beauty?
Koolhaas: Beauty isn't what I'm primarily interested in. I think appropriateness is more important. |
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| 12:31am 06/04/2006 |
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seriously.
fuck blackboard, fuck geology. fuck midnight deadlines.
i already have an f in my lab, and i've not even attended the frist class. |
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| 05:03pm 23/02/2006 |
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music: cnn at school in the arntzen artrium.
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dear diary.
kids in new york are cute and i wish i saw them more.
someday i will regret the time i spent in school writing absolut bullshit and turing it in and as a result not actually learing much of anything.
bandito's burritos has a burrito that is about the same price as diego's but much better.
i wish eric sanford would call me to check it out.
tomorrow i'm putting on a clean button up shirt and driving the not so long one and a half hour drive to seattle where i will eat at a nice resturant in celbration of sheil's birthday. i did indeed say nothing of pants. i choose to not wear them, becuase i have to dress nice otherwise.
love,
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| 01:45pm 16/02/2006 |
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get called. |
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| 02:56pm 09/02/2006 |
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okat eric.
although i admit that i really do not listen to music anymore. just dinnerxline.
1. hum - if you are to bloooom
2. shookones - so grown up.
3. vitreous humor - why are you so mean to me?
4. jawbreaker - shirt
5. hot water music - moments pass
6. husker du - celbrated summer.
7. saves the day - holly hox, forget me nots.
8. deftones - my own summer (shove it)
no particular order. no pants. jud.
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| 08:50pm 05/02/2006 |
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fuck the everyday post. i tried. and man, if you look back over the last bunch of lame ass months, i posted like seven or eleven times.
yup.
i am in the midst of another quarter. fucking up as i always do. but the difference is it usually dosen't really matter. this time, with my first real actually hard mitterm coming up and an honors thises yet to be really solidified, it looks as though i may be fucked in the near future. try wednesday.
jessica. i'm gonna call you. sorry i haven't written back... when is a good time?
tom. ich liebe dich und vermisse dich auch. ich wird dich auch anrufen, vielleict am Ende der Woche.
maggie came over today and i was given a hot t-shirt that mike made. thank you mike. i am wearing it right now, and it will not come off until someone tells me it's time.
why do livejournals exist?
'cause sometimes i want to say hi... even if i live in the same town as you, and for somereason can not seem to get my ass over to your house. i'm sorry.
kelly. we should be on for tomorrow. i miss you.
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| 01:49pm 12/01/2006 |
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day twenty of everyday post.
i guess stephan brodsky edited that post kelly made about the upcoming year,
filling in the missing parts:
"A Japan tour, an extensive European tour, another new album -- released only on 8-track and 78 rpm vinyl -- and an instructional video for making savage riffs while spreading peanut butter onto your morning toast, and zen-like happiness all along."
kelly, i hope you took note. especially the "savage riffs" part. man, that shit is sweet.
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| 06:41pm 10/12/2005 |
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music: texas is the reason - promise ring - split
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day nineteen of everyday post.
according to my computer clock it is march tenth, and of my friends no one on the list has made a post sice the 27th of november.
march tenth or not that is pretty in-active.
on another also not super cool note. the expensive heat in my house only worked for one day. i sat the whole day on the freezing cold couch complaining to myself and the cat out loud about how much it sucks that the heaters have mysteriously broken.
i hate being busy and having too much school. but today, an example of the alternative, was damn pathetic.
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| 11:19pm 01/11/2005 |
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music: fall out boy - take this to your grave.
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day fourteen of 'everyday' post.
live journal got a bit of a make over. fuck it. kelly has plans to show some fourteen yr old kids how to throw the mosh this weekend. i hope to help. either way i am going to fucking scream my ass of for every song fall out boy plays that i know.
fuck yes.
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| all this living around. |
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| 01:30pm 28/10/2005 |
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music: the promise ring - very emergency.
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day thirteen of 'everyday' post. (mag_thomp, shhh.)
i am / will be waldo for halloween. i have the glasses, the camera, the hat, the shirt, the pants, and the cane/unbrella.
the kids in poland with be stoked. as will most other people i run across, while in the process of hidding. cause that is what walter does.
(f.y.i. this is a rough translation from the hungarian in which is was yelled at us.)
"sit in the corner, do not fucking talk to each other, and don't even think about turning around to see the sweet bloody meat dishes that we will be eating behind your stupid wacky vegtible eating unhealty wussy asses!"
TRUE STORY, that was actually told to us. yelled more or less. with a fierce as hell grin.
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