tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346534002012-01-29T05:39:53.159-08:00Sometimes you are driving the bus, sometimes you are under the bus. I strive to be the driver.cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.comBlogger2381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-55769306358675392782008-08-16T05:14:00.000-07:002008-08-16T05:50:25.358-07:00

I think I quit my job today. It feels like it, as I had an uncharacteristic loss of temper and snapped. Things haven't been good at work for a while. The work itself was bearable, but there was a break between me and my boss. We have a complicated relationship, to say the least, and while it has been mostly good and positive, there was something that happened about four months ago that has

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-17092469356585752652008-07-26T07:53:00.000-07:002008-07-26T08:04:41.642-07:00

You ever just get really mad at yourself for wasting time?I have wasted over four years. I imagine that, should I be blessed with old age, I will look back on years 33-37 as utterly, fucking wasted. Standing still, reacting, not acting, with no clear vision on who I want to be. In the grand scheme of things, four years is a blip. Right now, it is pissing me off.I am mad, and I rarely feel mad

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-65742655831156038972008-07-26T07:51:00.000-07:002008-07-26T07:52:19.040-07:00

I think I am coming back to this.

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-5712919455940586672008-04-20T02:33:00.000-07:002008-04-20T03:07:10.488-07:00

This is probably my last, but I suddenly wanted and need this to be put down into words.This was December of 1988. I had conned my way into graduating high school a year early and I was finally, after years of reading Sweet Valley High books, an American college student. I was at one of the country's largest public universities and finally, fucking finally, a small fish in a huge pond. Exactly

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-59518097284354313442008-03-18T23:24:00.000-07:002008-03-18T23:50:44.118-07:00

I don't know what, if anything, I am going to do with these ramblings. I will probably nuke it out of orbit, although Google never forgets, but sometimes, I just need to write. And my penmanship sucks.I was on the phone today with an old friend of ours. He was a groomsman at our wedding, I remember talking him off the ledge when his then-girlfriend got knocked up and he wasn't that into her.

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-27955228210718814682008-02-17T20:41:00.001-08:002008-02-17T21:14:25.015-08:00

Well, wow. Almost a month. It has been too long and yet not nearly long enough.I am embarking on an unplugging project. I don't really know exactly where I want to go, which almost always means I will meander for a while before I figure out the destination, but it means less time online. I am unhappy. Plain and simple. Unhappy with a lot of things and I have done next to nothing to improve

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-59548450340863060152008-01-19T03:15:00.001-08:002008-01-19T22:57:28.093-08:00

The Return of Writer Guy!He was, understandably, frustrated with me, and I did little to allay that frustration. To be honest, I was relieved when he backed off, as I didn't have it in me to really get into a relationship, but felt pretty stupid about that. I felt ridiculous every time I told him I wasn't ready for anything substantive between us because I never say shit like that. I hated how

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-67233054890857910982008-01-19T03:15:00.000-08:002008-01-19T22:50:02.143-08:00

The Return of Writer Guy!He was, understandably, frustrated with me, and I did little to allay that frustration. To be honest, I was relieved when he backed off, as I didn't have it in me to really get into a relationship, but felt pretty stupid about that. I felt ridiculous every time I told him I wasn't ready for anything substantive between us because I never say shit like that. I hated

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-37448380007806642342008-01-16T21:53:00.001-08:002008-01-17T03:10:50.213-08:00

5 things I believe:1. Scientology is freaking weird.2. Tom Cruise is delusional beyond any imagination.3. Britney Spears won't make it through the year.4. American Idol is utterly unwatchable. With perhaps this one exception:5. I need a three day weekend.5 things I don't believe:1. Katie Holmes ran the NYC marathon.2. I need the new Mac laptop.3. Project Runway is as engaging as it has

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-79716022678320034852008-01-15T20:48:00.000-08:002008-01-15T23:19:34.472-08:00

I am usually a pretty evenly balanced person. I don't get (typically) get depressed, I don't have manic highs, I don't binge eat, and I don't obsess. My mantra has long been "in all things balance." I am comfortable in the middle and not at the extremes.Yet, as I climb out from the rabbit hole, I find myself absolutely craving certain foods. Now, I am prone to burger cravings fairly regularly

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-24012536144004100632008-01-14T23:52:00.001-08:002008-01-15T10:16:38.586-08:00

God, I am still pissed off, and that is something, as I cannot sustain anger towards anyone or anything.I am involved in a copyright case that presents truly interesting legal issues and a book that probably only Norm and the P would recognize (Jonathan, Seagull, anyone?), and I am intimately familiar with all of the facts of the case. I am the client's favorite contact, but not her immediate,

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-12160083818729508252008-01-13T23:07:00.001-08:002008-01-15T01:03:07.459-08:00

Crazy, work-all-weekend kind of weekend, which leaves me pissy beyond words on this Sunday night. Nothing positive to say, but I was emailed some pictures tonight from my aunt's fiancee (that sounds so goddamn weird) that perked me up. My aunt Arlene (my best friend and proof of goodness in the world) and brother Kyle (ditto)Arlene and her son, my cousin Justin. Fantastic human beings, and I

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-71281026082771895362008-01-09T21:25:00.000-08:002008-01-09T21:59:31.201-08:00

Sometimes, you find friendship and kindness in the most unexpected places. I have a friend who is going through his own painful breakup,and it has been both an honor and an insightful experience to view it from the male perspective. We 'met' under pretty unusual circumstances and have developed a unique but meaningful friendship. Neither one of us are looking for a replacement for loves or

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-37438101440953797532008-01-07T21:42:00.000-08:002008-01-07T22:07:44.245-08:00

Perhaps it is just the optimism the permeates a new year - or hell, sometimes just a Monday for me - but I am starting to see more silver than gray. Maybe just saying (or writing) aloud that I have been depressed was an important first step in seeing better shades of gray. I suspect that those closest to me have known for a while that I haven't been me for some time, and to be truthful, I am

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-82044479208258009682008-01-07T00:41:00.000-08:002008-01-07T01:08:41.644-08:00

It is way too easy to make grand resolutions, isn't it? I am going to work out for three hours a day, never drink again, cook more (obviously, not eat anything I cook), clean more, organize better, all of that shit. I'm going to do all of that.But here is what I am really resolving. I am going to work against myself this year. I was fortunate, growing up, in that I wasn't prone to depressive

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-48755000788829837622008-01-01T23:48:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:37:00.383-08:00

This was, without question, the very best way to welcome in a new year. Congratulations to my brother Keegan, and my new sister-in-law, Elisha. It was, quite frankly, a perfect night.Elisha, walking down the aisle with her parents:Reciting the vows. I should add here that their officiant simply did NOT show up. They had met with him two weeks earlier and went over every detail, yet he no

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-79835288976954622492007-12-31T13:19:00.000-08:002008-01-15T21:52:04.233-08:00

It is done. I am divorced (ugly word) and single (hopeful word). I met B on Sunday morning at Starbucks. I was all business and he was desperately trying to have a prolonged conversation. He asked me about every member of my family, which is amusing, given how little interest he took in them while we were married. It was kind of sad, I guess, but I was ready. He again (!) asked to come to

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-22515315198247055872007-12-25T19:24:00.000-08:002007-12-25T21:50:03.275-08:00

Last night, I finally got a whiff of the Christmas spirit.True to form, I decided that 1:30pm on Christmas Eve day was the optimal time to start my Christmas shopping. By 3:00pm, I was done and pleased with my choices. It was a positively glorious day in Seattle and my mood lightened. Kyle offered me a ride up, and about 4pm, as dusk settled in, we headed up to Bellingham. It was, quite

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-89983583600526739862007-12-20T21:59:00.001-08:002007-12-21T03:11:20.517-08:00

Oh holy hell, am I having a maudlin kind of night. The kind of night where you know better than to answer or use your phone, and to stay as far away as you can from your email inbox. It is probably inevitable that, at this time of the year, you want closure from whatever conflicts or issues you had during the course of the year. I have plenty of those, most of my own making, and I am a firm

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-20554531081616539082007-12-19T21:43:00.000-08:002007-12-20T01:09:53.268-08:00

In no particular order:1. My dad just got in tonight from Nigeria and we went to Austin Cantina for dinner, the first time for all of us. As an aside, my parents would eat at Outback Steakhouse, Buca di Beppos, Cheesecake Factory, or any other chain restaurant if I didn't insist on expanding their dining horizons. It just amazes me that after 25+ years abroad, they have absolutely no sense of

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-13383571715890100692007-12-18T17:59:00.000-08:002007-12-18T18:30:12.104-08:00

It is a week before Christmas,And all through my house,Not a present was purchased,I am such a louse.I have always hated shopping. I think that is an accurate statement, although I guess I remember going to the Gap with friends in high school and not exactly loathing the experience. Earlier, when we lived in Saudi, we used to come home to the States once a year, and during that lone month, we

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-46755095697447971802007-12-17T18:21:00.000-08:002007-12-17T23:39:37.472-08:00

At the end of the year, people inevitably start thinking about how they are going to live life better in the next. We read round-up lists, summarizing the year in closing, and make resolutions for the upcoming one.I started thinking about this little online project. I started it in a state of profound pain. I had finally realized that I was going to file for divorce and end a life than I had

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-84256996849538208132007-12-16T14:43:00.001-08:002007-12-16T18:23:29.238-08:00

1. My brothers are always my favorite people to hang out with. Always. 2. Keegan (groom) likes his dive bars and I dig that about him. Although sometimes, there are slightly jarring sights to be seen:(Yes, that is a very hairy ass, and an arm lovingly wrapped around him and up in his shirt. For every lid, there is a pot.)3. Keegan is still close friends with his buddies from high school,

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-17848806766911225702007-12-13T17:26:00.000-08:002007-12-13T17:46:46.579-08:00

I am in some whacked out, end-of-the-year funk and I cannot seem to shake it. Is it just being anxious at getting some, oh, major life event over done with, gone with? That's surely part of it. Excitement for my brother's wedding? Definitely. Boredom and burnout at work? 180%. Mostly, I think, no, I know, that I created this completely artificial line in my sand, where the old life ends

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-11632336114120136962007-12-12T20:03:00.000-08:002007-12-13T00:42:20.533-08:00

Tired, burned out, and nothing to say.

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-66001149817263066302007-12-11T19:49:00.000-08:002007-12-11T20:03:18.195-08:00

No, I never really was, aside from a period where my highlights got out of control. I had the song by Carly Simon as my daily earworm and I realized I am fucking tired.Tired of B. Tired of the story of us. Tired of rewriting history or otherwise trying to fill in some blanks. Just tired of the whole thing. B would say he has worn me down by attrition, but of course, he learned that word from

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-11252259493865041702007-12-10T19:10:00.000-08:002007-12-10T20:00:59.731-08:00

And my marriage will finally come to a successful conclusion. Although it appears that I failed at both marriage and divorce, this chapter will soon be over and chapter 37 will soon begin. Last year at this time, I was just trying to get through the end of the year and was so hopeful that 2007 would be better. I am a different kind of hopeful now. 2007 kicked my ass a little harder than 2006,

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-20719831950350506382007-12-09T15:30:00.000-08:002007-12-09T16:12:52.358-08:00

After my little rant yesterday about my professional malaise, I decided it was time to travel. Certainly not "quit your job and travel the world," as I have yet to put my first million in the bank, but time to plan a purely personal trip. Not to a beach or skiing or anything like that. It was time to travel, by myself, and have my Diane Lane moment.I had planned on going to Italy, and not just

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-82082363127811081882007-12-08T17:45:00.000-08:002007-12-08T18:42:37.578-08:00

I have spent the better part of the past two days, trying to figure out if this professional malaise is temporary or fatal.There are things I absolutely love about the practice of law. I love intellectualizing an issue and noodling it in my head until I fully understand the nuances of the issue. As I am fond of saying, usually, the law follows logic, although in practice, that's another story.

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-12504583099502030052007-12-06T17:45:00.000-08:002007-12-06T18:12:54.983-08:00

Totally courting the pervs with that title.I had an oral argument today that meant a lot, and, as par for the course, I am kind of beating myself up for every little thing I didn't say and should have said. I have mentioned this client before -- 22 year veteran of a police department (not a cop) with not just an unblemished record of public service, but fucking stellar. Long story short, her

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-54461324313986434292007-12-04T20:18:00.001-08:002007-12-04T22:36:11.661-08:00

Ed. Note: I wrote this immediately after last night's post, but held off on hitting the publish button because of the personal nature. I suspect that one day this blog will be nuked out of orbit, but you cannot erase the internets entirely. Thing is, I felt pretty cleansed after writing it out, so here goesThe Charlie Brown Christmas, together with this article in the Sunday NYT, brought up a

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-37366002458420039312007-12-03T19:30:00.000-08:002007-12-03T20:26:09.402-08:00

I live in the Emerald City for many reasons, not the least of which is that the weather here just freaking agrees with me. Given that I grew up in Saudi, went to college for a few years in Texas, and law school in goddamn Indiana, I have no tolerance for extreme climates. I was apparently more adaptable in Saudi, as I don't remember hating the heat, but I do recall being so irritated with the

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-29986226861725429932007-12-01T21:09:00.000-08:002007-12-01T21:41:47.278-08:00

Random snow today, as it doesn't usually snow in Seattle proper. It is so beautiful to observe, especially since it doesn't usually stick. I would have hated to have been driving in it, but mercifully, Darbs and I went for a two hour walk that ended about twenty minutes before it started snowing. It didn't really stick and will be gone by morning, but still, cause for a party on the couch,

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-39491536578495052572007-11-29T19:22:00.000-08:002007-11-29T20:51:04.180-08:00

I have previously mentioned my love of public transportation. Next to walking, it is my favorite way to commute, and I use the term commuting generously, as I live three and a half miles from my office. Mostly, I like the anonymity of it, and because there is a great cross section of the community, albeit a far cry from those seen in NYC, SF or Chicago. I love the crazies, the nutties, the

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-14638012231662066292007-11-28T20:02:00.000-08:002007-11-28T20:38:17.145-08:00

We had a blast.The weather was fantastic - that kind of crisp, fallish-winter, sunny but cold kind of days. The drive down was largely uneventful and we checked into our usual Portland hotel, which is decidedly pet-friendly. Darbs didn't make a sound on the way down and we settled into our suite (which we got for $129 a night - unreal). I took Darbs for a long walk around downtown and the

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-10925524315018921312007-11-26T18:53:00.000-08:002007-11-26T20:01:39.273-08:00

My dog has issues. Specifically, she hates being left alone, and yet she is left to fend for herself in my house for nearly nine hours a day. With three exceptions, every time I open the door, she is right there, stunned, delighted, and not just a little pissed off to see me. What's weirder is that she reacts the exact same way when I pick her up from doggie day care, where she plays harder

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-18740240874642822372007-11-23T20:51:00.000-08:002007-11-23T21:17:09.638-08:00

Tomorrow, the pea and I are setting off for Portland, to attend her sister's 50th birthday bash on Sunday night. We're taking Darbs, so this should be interesting. If I didn't live here (or in the U.S.), I would probably move to Portland. I would have done it by now if it weren't for my brothers. In any event, I am looking forward to the trip. I suspect that this trip might be a precursor

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-77643260847944027932007-11-22T22:49:00.000-08:002007-11-22T23:11:37.459-08:00

I often forget what I should be thankful for, but right now, I know.I am thankful for a family that, for all its various quirks, is real. We don't bullshit each other, there are no subjects that are off limits, and we interact more honestly than any other family I know. I know that for many people, our style of interaction is awkward at best and painfully brutal at worst, but I prefer a candid,

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-75282396396686527372007-11-20T22:24:00.000-08:002007-11-20T22:46:19.395-08:00

B and I had dinner tonight and it was difficult and sad and fun and heartbreaking.I asked for this dinner date. We need to break up, even though we have been separated for years. We NEED to break up. We revert to each other when the going gets tough, but only one of us is honest. B told me tonight that he is the most "real" with me than he is with anyone and he didn't believe we could ever

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-16676427031497886782007-11-17T23:48:00.000-08:002007-11-18T07:59:21.663-08:00

Today was an illustrative day on why I should not be dating anyone for a while.I woke up almost pissed off at MRE. Angry at him and myself. As Darbs and I went on the morning walk, I had this almost *pop* moment when I realized I was over it and him. In many, many ways, I dodged a huge bullet where he was concerned. I was days away from him moving in with him, when that was the last thing I

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-1907908346450639962007-11-16T20:13:00.000-08:002007-11-16T21:21:34.109-08:00

Scene: Just had a powwow with the boss, wherein the VERY FUTURE OF THIS FIRM is in my completely apathetic hands. Am feeling guilty for responding to the headhunters, particularly since my firm indulged my weird out over the past year, but also empowered because I am the firm's chief rainmaker.Receptionist: Writer Guy on Line 1.Me: You know, too le tired. Send him to voice mail.Receptionist:

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-23439447268248525592007-11-15T19:52:00.000-08:002007-11-15T21:59:44.166-08:00

Today was a miserable weather day, although it was just peachy when Darbs and I set off around Greenlake this morning. It is a small lake, about three miles around, just north of downtown. It is kind of ridiculous that I drive three miles to walk three, given that I live on a lake that is 7 miles around that we can walk in about an hour and fifteen minutes. By contrast, it takes about ten to

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-53267408317212775252007-11-14T20:28:00.000-08:002007-11-14T20:45:55.274-08:00

Tonight was just one of those nights. I wanted to leave early, which in my line of work means before 7pm, and because I am back to public transportation, that means I am beholden to the bus schedule. Seattle never really figured out mass public transportation - we are primarily dependent on buses. Mine picks me up in front of my condo and drops me off a block from my office. I cannot justify

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-89081839062989152752007-11-13T23:20:00.000-08:002007-11-13T23:29:42.856-08:00

My sister is going to hate that I wrote this, but I am really fucking worried about B. I know. I know. I shouldn't give B a second thought, let alone the weight of worry. But I am. He has kind of lost it.He is blowing through cash. I shouldn't know this, of course, but we have too many mutual friends. We're talking over $50K in two months, with nothing to show for it. I considered drugs,

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-9556207548937580242007-11-13T23:06:00.001-08:002007-11-13T23:19:12.120-08:00

Well, I screwed up that whole "post every day this month." Over it. This was a difficult yet great weekend and I am still sorting through some conflicting emotions.Grandfather's memorial was 180% better than I could have imagined. It was really just an open house at his waterfront estate, and the best parts of it were getting to know my bio dad's friends and my grandfather's family.

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-5087002839651186402007-11-09T19:53:00.000-08:002007-11-09T21:18:47.859-08:00

I went to the Feist concert with Writer Guy on Wednesday and had a blast. I had planned on going with my brother and his GF, but my scalper let me down in terms of desirable seating, so I wrote it off. Writer Guy called me that morning and asked if I had any interest in going. I hesitated for a few minutes, as I wasn't sure I wanted to go to this or any concert with him, but finally agreed.

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-25506102096056168752007-11-08T20:07:00.000-08:002007-11-08T21:18:40.374-08:00

Still not particularly inspired on any given topic. My grandfather's memorial is this Saturday and I have a strange sense of.....dread, ambivalence and anxiousness. I have a weird relationship with that side of the family. Legally, of course, they aren't family, as my stepdad adopted us, which severed all legal ties with them. Emotionally, I was very attached to my grandfather and my aunt J

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-59645272249659815152007-11-07T19:28:00.000-08:002007-11-07T20:18:49.931-08:00

I have a crush. That is all on that topic. Also, z, I take back everything bad I said about LA. It still holds true for the Valley, though.I was half-heartedly seeing if I could do the "blog every day in the month of November" (NaBloPoMo, or some such awkward ass acronym). Right now, I don't have much to say.On the writer's strike, however, the following kind of nutshells it:Also, seeing this

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-40306758283007727052007-11-06T19:49:00.000-08:002007-11-06T20:41:30.249-08:00

I actually called Writer Guy tonight to talk about the strike. It occurred to me that I have this friend who is on the margins in terms of making his living off writing for Hollywood and that he might have some interesting observations. To say the least. There is definitely a disconnect between the LA/NYC based writers and those who live elsewhere. He, of course, agrees that the industry is

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-34073806658007957632007-11-05T18:57:00.000-08:002007-11-05T19:49:45.850-08:00

I am completely transfixed by the WGA strike and find myself refreshing Nikki Finke's site several times a day. As erratic as a writer as she is, she seems to be the only one doing the heavy lifting in terms of reporting. I am personally still chuckling at Jon Stewart, who managed to pretty much lay the whole thing out in typical tongue-in-cheek fashion.I cannot believe how many non-WGA writers

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-48182039878739505702007-11-04T16:13:00.000-08:002007-11-04T18:20:16.405-08:00

When I first filed for divorce, oh, LAST FREAKING YEAR, I had the option of checking a box to return to my maiden name. I didn't give it much thought at the time, as I rather liked my married name, and certainly preferred it to my maiden name (which, by the way, is very close to the screen name I use here). My (step up) father adopted my sister and I shortly after he married my mother, so our

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-43402557651246503142007-11-03T22:27:00.000-07:002007-11-03T23:55:17.295-07:00

What follows is a cautionary tale in accepting random dates. Your mileage might vary.I had planned on a quiet night at home with the dog, catching up on magazines, television shows and general laziness. This, for me, is the perk of single life - no accounting to anyone for my slugliness. I took Darbs to Greenlake around 4pm, as I needed an adrenaline rush, and the weather is too nice not to

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-67801655580345444192007-11-03T10:37:00.001-07:002007-11-03T11:42:10.614-07:00

This is something I have been thinking about for a few years, but haven't quite hashed out in any kind of detail. I just watched the latest Tell Me You Love Me (On Demand) and the whole thing hit me again.When you breakup with someone, there is a ripple effect for your friends and family, and the same is true when someone in your inner circle of friends or family splits up a long term

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-5257059519044413042007-11-02T18:55:00.000-07:002007-11-02T19:15:22.586-07:00

Writer Guy called again this morning, wanting to firm up plans for tonight, but true to form, I canceled. At some point in the conversation, he used the word "girlfriend," which all but solidified my decision. It sounds so incredibly lame, but I know that any relationship I get into right now will end badly. And yet I see the end of the year creeping up and find myself realizing that I am

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-81124525088761642072007-11-01T19:34:00.000-07:002007-11-01T20:57:10.284-07:00

I canceled both dates. I sort of kept the door open, but can completely understand if both men write me off. I have never had any kind of anxiety about social situations, but the prospect of having a bad date just freaks me out. I hate that awkwardness and, to be honest, am kind of afraid (!) to be at the mercy of someone I just don't know. Just typing that, I realize how goofy I sound. But

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-87700208324741853672007-10-31T19:10:00.000-07:002007-10-31T20:08:06.593-07:00

copied and pasted goodness, with certain redactionsWriter Guy: You know, you don't actually date. You agree to dates, then you cancel them.Me: Yes. It is my 2007 version of dating.Writer Guy: Just so you know, that is maddening. I know I said I would wait until next year, but I may start seeing other people from now until NYE. Solely in protest of your cancellation policy. RUDE AS ALL GET

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-83098409831687032952007-10-30T19:23:00.001-07:002007-10-30T19:51:40.155-07:00

I wrote this whole post last night about the banality of my shopping excursion this weekend but it was so remarkably uninteresting. My ipod nano died (RIP) and me and the pea shlepped it over to Bellevue (Eastside suburb - very new money and upscale and pretty much my version of hell, just with better, designer labels) to get it replaced. I had actually done the research and knew that I should

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-82917393830810394122007-10-28T22:29:00.001-07:002007-10-28T23:58:02.774-07:00

I have never been a gym glamour girl. I go in the rattiest workout shirt I have, no traces of makeup, which I don't wear much of anyway, and I am not there to make friends. I invariably have my tunes on, and while I will make the occasional eye contact, I am there to get the job done. Work hard, sweat like I am in hell, and eventually retire to the steam room, where I get all girly and

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-91965049895160050572007-10-27T12:02:00.000-07:002007-10-27T12:06:15.850-07:00

David Sedaris quit smoking.The man practically moved to Europe so he could smoke in peace. I give up. I will give them up. You people have taken all the fun out of it.

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-81068822273985422792007-10-26T21:43:00.000-07:002007-10-26T22:14:47.024-07:00

Today was a shit day. Fuck, this week was a shit week.Friday brought the culmination of suckitude. The pea learned today that her sister has skin cancer and is having surgery next week. By way of background, the pea and I met through the internets, but every day, I think we will find our mutual Kevin Bacon, where we will discover that we either we had already met or would have inevitably met

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-34035499634394466462007-10-26T21:25:00.000-07:002007-10-26T21:41:55.469-07:00

I am starting to think this little corner of the internet is stupid and self-indulgent. I am a pretty private person, yet I hit the publish button and share random, private thoughts. But now, even if I nuked this whole thing out of orbit, Google's cache would keep it forever. I don't give the posts enough thought before permanently putting it on the internet. I am not a thoughtful blogger, as

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-68102451642812442712007-10-23T19:01:00.001-07:002007-10-23T21:29:54.476-07:00

I am losing the will to smoke. The terrorists (and nanny state) have won. I think I was in 5th grade when I had my first cigarette, with Marla and Julie (?). Marla's parents were chain smokers, so cigarettes were easy to come by. Like almost anyone who has tried cigarettes, I remember thinking it was nauseating and more than a little disgusting. I hacked, gagged, and gave it little thought

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-48315080418617841632007-10-22T18:52:00.000-07:002007-10-22T19:44:05.538-07:00

Been ruminating quite a bit on anger and my weird handling of it. In the heat of the moment, I guess I can get angry, or, at least, pretty curt and cutting, but truth be told, I just cannot hang onto it. I often have pangs of it long after whatever set me off, but for the most part, I just cannot expend the energy on it. Being pissed off takes valuable emotional energy and, necessarily, that

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-70289994758476918212007-10-20T23:52:00.000-07:002007-10-21T00:57:38.052-07:00

And having reread last night's post, I understand why I have a problem with anger. All I could read was textual sneers. I hate how I sounded. I woke up feeling shitty and a need to cleanse. I went to the gym and worked out hard and put all thoughts out of my head.Got all organized and shit today. I had a laundry list of things I wanted to accomplish and was able to cross a good chunk off.

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-68524748032370261412007-10-19T19:50:00.000-07:002007-10-19T20:51:25.386-07:00

I wrote a few different tribute posts to the Grandfather, but none of them felt right. I have taken over the obituary-writing duties and hopefully, that will be cathartic. I have a heady swirl of powerful emotions where his death is concerned, including guilt (not visiting as regularly as I should), loss of a figurehead of my childhood, profound sadness, and this crazy, irrational anger. I also

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-88702994373562616302007-10-16T22:28:00.000-07:002007-10-16T22:52:19.754-07:00

My grandfather died last night, and so did a part of me.This was an unconventional grandfather-daughter relationship. My parents divorced when I was very young, and my (biological) paternal grandfather sort of took up the slack for his musician son. My grandfather was the whole fucking package: WWII vet, founder of the FIJIs at UW, became an eye doctor (I never correctly identify the term),

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-72961256916652003232007-10-13T05:46:00.001-07:002007-10-13T07:32:12.805-07:00

Hokay, this shit is just fascinating.When I first clicked on this link, I saw her spinning clockwise. Now, anyone who knows me knows I am the quintessential left brain thinker and, in fact, am kind of laughable when it comes to spatial perception and fantasy-based entertainment. I was sort of delighted to enjoy Pan's Labyrinth, as normally, I just proclaim that "my brain doesn't work that way."

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-52966935656814665722007-10-11T21:57:00.000-07:002007-10-11T22:31:17.071-07:00

She is deserving of her own post.I met Hilarie in the elevator of our rich bitch girls' dorm. Hilarie is drop dead, stunningly beautiful. Effortlessly. Had I blogged when I knew her then, I would have compared her to Paulina. She had those kinds of features. She also had a caustic wit and a confidence that amped up her attractiveness and her ability to intimidate.Truthfully, that moment in

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-78682149184184916792007-10-10T21:33:00.000-07:002007-10-10T22:21:35.261-07:00

Went to a rare mid-week movie tonight with the brother, his girlfriend and the pea. Kyle texted me a few days ago to let me know that he had two extra tickets to a special screening of Lars and the Real Girl. I had seen the previews and didn't give it much more than a passing chuckle, but hell. Free movie and all that.As an aside (and really, don't I always have an aside), I have warmed up

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-58356241406264922032007-10-09T17:57:00.000-07:002007-10-10T04:29:09.667-07:00

As bitchy and prickly as the last post sounded, I had a thought this morning (on the treadmill, where all deeps thoughts are currently birthed). Notwithstanding the pain and hurt that inevitably comes from close female friendships, I have been tremendously lucky. Yes, I have been burned and hurt and betrayed by people I would have laid down in traffic for, but even those relationships added a

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-28551973035453731252007-10-08T20:58:00.000-07:002007-10-08T21:44:04.965-07:00

Been thinking a lot about this topic. You don't just break up with men - your boyfriends and your lovers. You break up with your friends, too. The latter gets little attention.I have never actively broken up with a friend. Passive aggressively, certainly. Those are the friends whose phone calls you gradually stop returning and you never have the conversation you owe them. "You are

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-50576705557126515332007-10-06T21:25:00.000-07:002007-10-07T06:23:38.256-07:00

Well, tonight was fun.The pea and I went to Michael Clayton, which fucking rocked my socks off. Honestly, it doesn't get much closer to porn for me than having George Clooney in a legal thriller. The story is complex, adult and demands patience, which is so refreshing after a summer of shit sequels. It is, absolutely, a movie that showcases acting, and Tilda Swanson was incredible. The whole

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-8612245984201192372007-10-04T19:47:00.000-07:002007-10-05T01:06:16.280-07:00

I have my natural hair color back. I had that shitbag of highlights washed out of my hair and I went back to me. This story is ridiculously girly and bloggy. And I don't care. I haven't had my dark hair in three years. It looked at once familiar and foreign. Therein probably lies a metaphor or some introspection, but alas, I am le tired and need a nap.My hair is dark chocolate - nearly

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-39074251015821956702007-10-03T19:43:00.000-07:002007-10-07T05:57:43.007-07:00

This entry is a perfect illustration of why I have nothing to say. I had a weirdly contemplative day about MRE, triggered by a few dozen reminders. At the end of this day, I finally realized that there is something to be said for cleaning up your space, both literally and figuratively. Got up insanely early and took Darbs around the lake. The weather has changed and October has brought crisp

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-33912731846508207012007-10-01T22:07:00.000-07:002007-10-01T22:34:22.260-07:00

I just haven't had anything to say. Still not sure I do, but am doing it for the exercise and personal growth (watch this space!).I am on the cusp of change. I refiled for divorce today, a safety measure, as the court is considering my motion to reinstate the original filing LAST GODDAMN YEAR. However, today was the last day to file a finalized divorce in 2007. I have a hearing at 10am on

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-59573503131048892792007-09-24T19:34:00.000-07:002007-09-25T02:10:02.369-07:00

Tonight was one of those nights where I realized that you can manufacture your own village (I hear that in the voice of that one couple in When Harry Met Sally) and manage to do extraordinary things without your historical problem solver.A word (or a thousand) on that. When we first got together, B was absolutely the problem solver in our relationship. Hell, I was 21 then and just beginning to

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-41505053277515156462007-09-22T20:43:00.000-07:002007-09-22T22:42:17.185-07:00

As I might have mentioned last night, I was a little pissed off. I was the kind of pissed off that I rarely get, in that I wanted no contact with anyone. Ignored all phone calls, eschewed the computer - just wallowed in my anger. I also fully intended to abuse alcohol, as those in the program say. I don't even recall tasting my first glass of wine, as I think I treated it as a shot glass, and

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-78265050319989042562007-09-21T19:42:00.000-07:002007-09-21T20:51:33.236-07:00

Well, this was a shit day to rival the top ten shittiest days.I had a reply brief due today which, admittedly, I completely procrastinated on. I haven't come up for air in days. I was up most of last night and up at the crack of dawn, finishing a brief that deserved better organization and more attention to detail. Although I managed to pull out a quality work product, I know I could have

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-72881138584500828792007-09-19T19:06:00.000-07:002007-09-19T20:23:46.296-07:00

I am a little wired, to say the least.I helped B out with his little HOA problem and, once again, was reminded of the definition of insanity. I spent a good few days learning the facts of his claim and of the situation as a whole, so that I could speak directly and advocate on his behalf. I agreed to do this, by the way, for purely selfish reasons, as I got a partial payment of money he owed

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-5422291138566834872007-09-18T21:41:00.000-07:002007-09-19T06:11:19.304-07:00

This entry (nee entree - HAR!) is probably going to be like the last. Not well formed or particularly coherent.My reluctance towards getting involved with Writer Guy is rooted in reality. He is, timing wise, very much a rebound, and I continue to wish that I would have met him a couple of months from now. I still miss MRE quite a bit, some days much more than others. What struck me this

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-34190215700933173212007-09-15T21:25:00.000-07:002007-09-17T22:13:17.051-07:00

I had this whole thing to write, but it still isn't fully formed. It has something to do with the men I am attracted to. I like them strong. Manly. Purposeful. Certain. Confident. And I connected all of this to celebrity chefs.I am an Anthony Bourdain kind of gal. Aside from his earring, he does it for me. Blunt, smart, confident, passionate, flawed, cute and charming. I feel similarly

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-91287635180538454292007-09-14T18:43:00.000-07:002007-09-15T18:23:11.224-07:00

I watched a lot of television growing up. There was hardly a variety of programming in Saudi or Colombia, so when we were in the US, my parents would videotape television shows and movies all day for viewing when we returned home. This included tapes and tapes of music videos, as this was back when MTV played them. You name it: sitcoms, dramas, afterschool specials, movies of the week, etc.One

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-13950849748218629042007-09-13T19:07:00.000-07:002007-09-13T19:59:54.667-07:00

Angry Thursday really had some legs this week. Holy hell. Feeling angry and bitchy really isn't my thing and feels downright foreign. I am snappish with my boss, was short with Lingering Colleague and am ignoring my neglected dog. Who, incidentally, rewarded my behavior by playing with a roll of toilet paper while I was at work today, which meant I was greeted with a ticker tape parade when I

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-75574294956803156322007-09-12T19:37:00.000-07:002007-09-12T20:39:11.674-07:00

Angry Thursday came a day early this week. I am blaming the short week last week, together with some unhealthy repression. Work is currently kicking my ass, owing both to clients and colleagues and bosses. I have three cases that are challenging my desire to practice law, if only because none of them should be in litigation. They are no-brainers - cases that should be decided in our favor as

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-53264563683184168382007-09-11T19:06:00.000-07:002007-09-11T20:08:50.414-07:00

There's nothing quite like writing a screed against society one night, arrogantly believing that it was a somewhat original thought, only to wake up the next morning to the same basic arguments being made across the media. There was a shit ton of backlash against the Britney-bashing all over the internets today, with the general consensus being that the media had taken it too far when they

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-44896194415967715812007-09-10T17:58:00.000-07:002007-09-10T19:52:12.773-07:00

Another day, another avoidance of the email and voice mail. This is absolutely the shittiest way to handle this and the usual MO when one lacks the sack to do the right thing. I just haven't quite figured out what that right thing is to do. Unrelated thoughts:1) I retract my desire to have carnal relations with Justin Timberlake. I still think he's talented, but he is freaking annoying. I

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-9235085130581492062007-09-09T17:14:00.000-07:002007-09-09T18:03:21.165-07:00

Email and phone call from Blind Date Guy. I haven't returned either, as I am trying to carefully consider what is called for. What is the etiquette? Hell, if not etiquette, what is the right thing to do? I thought about what I would want to have happen if I had, what I believed to be,a promising date with someone I was interested in, but that person wasn't terribly interested in me. On one

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-47855654560575130382007-09-08T22:00:00.000-07:002007-09-09T09:34:50.158-07:00

Having split a bottle of wine and had two cocktails, I think I am legally intoxicated, and yet I feel sober. And need to record this for posterity and all that.I canceled my dinner date with Writer Guy, only to get set up last minute (by well meaning friends) with Blind Date Guy. Oh holy hell, I am not ready for this racket.Blind Date Guy was nice. So very nice. So very sweet and adoring and

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-73550272508348563012007-09-07T19:55:00.000-07:002007-09-07T20:27:02.402-07:00

Sometimes, I just need to see it in black and white text. Rereading what I wrote yesterday, it just sort of all came together. Yes, I still think of B as family, but that is misguided and kind of foolish. Family, at least my estimation of it, means forever, through good times and bad, and it means past, present and future. B is just the past and I don't want him in the present or future. He

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-8987920830109647462007-09-06T19:46:00.000-07:002007-09-06T20:26:44.964-07:00

I had one of those post-workout epiphanies today, which came at a good time.I had a phone call from B last night as we made plans to get together to handle some unfinished business. I know that I should handle everything through email or attorneys or some other arms' length interaction, but it honestly feels so unnatural. Contrived. Phony. Maybe that isn't a bad thing, given the circumstances

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-23003800669802810322007-09-05T20:16:00.000-07:002007-09-05T21:08:55.886-07:00

As a counterpoint to my holier-than-thou tone as of late, I confess that I took a great deal of delight in the observations of several mutual friends who remarked that B's girlfriend has gained 40 or 50 pounds in the last year. Fucking A, that made me laugh and will serve as a personal motivation to keep myself and my body on the program I am working. I don't know the woman and don't believe I

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-56097680853392208822007-09-04T19:18:00.000-07:002007-09-04T20:12:33.737-07:00

I reread over some past posts and just hate the tone of some of them. I have to believe that I am not going to become bitter or jaded as a result of any past relationship. Perhaps that is inevitable in the short term, as you try to make sense of what went right and what went wrong, but at least in my case, any bitterness or anger I have is directed squarely in the mirror. I don't think that

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-85317626112797253292007-09-03T22:08:00.001-07:002007-09-03T22:16:05.812-07:00

Would hit it with purposeful abandon - just once - but memorably. Jesus H Christ, he is talented, and of the old school model. I found myself thinking about the Jacksons, of all fucking people, but he is an old school entertainer. He has to be smart. He is too good not to be smart. I think he might be Madonna smart in terms of calculating a career. One time. Not for any other reason

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-50764704657126323302007-09-03T20:10:00.000-07:002007-09-03T21:10:37.955-07:00

Still haven't seen the theatrical version, but caught the reality version tonight.I love three day weekends. I had my lazy day yesterday, piddling around the house after my morning soccer game. Holy hell, I am in dire need of conditioning. I wish we played twice a week, as I forgot how different the cardio workout is when sprinting hard in short bursts. We won, thankfully, but I am not yet in

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-35543114329450459412007-09-02T21:36:00.000-07:002007-09-02T22:05:34.329-07:00

This thought has been rattling around my brain for a few weeks and is probably not all the way thought out. I cannot believe how many times I have narrowly averted a disaster or worse. It has happened so frequently that I have questioned my agnostic take on things. I look back upon the times in college that I willfully drove drunk, purposefully running stop signs and I am profoundly ashamed.

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-31773253319116219252007-09-01T20:01:00.000-07:002007-09-01T21:59:04.379-07:00

This was, without question, my favorite trip to LA. I have a completely different impression of the city now, and just calling it a city is indicative of that. I have long observed LA to be a clusterfuck of suburbs and commutes and freeways, but because Kelly lives so in-city, I finally realized that there is a dynamic community of urban dwellers whose lives don't involve hours on the

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-20782093398610875232007-08-31T13:41:00.000-07:002007-08-31T15:30:54.295-07:00

Last night was one of those few times that I wish I was a picture person, to say nothing of a video person.After our surreal experience at Craft, we were thoroughly satiated. Dinner would not be able to hold a candle to lunch, so there was no point in trying for high brow dining. We ended up going to Pink Taco, which was right across the street. Pink Taco is a small chain owned by the Morton

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-20254253062111957482007-08-30T15:02:00.000-07:002007-08-30T17:25:11.723-07:00

Another story to record for posterity....My meeting was at eleven this morning and, as luck would have it, the building is around the corner from my hotel. This being LA, that sounds much closer and convenient than it actually is, as I have never seen a city that discourages pedestrians more than the City of Angels. As I strolled through a courtyard, I passed a valet station and wondered about

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-62400042746187063032007-08-30T00:29:00.001-07:002007-08-30T01:07:01.368-07:00

I love and hate this town. Love it for all it has to offer, hate it because it has no city soul. No heart of the city. A town of drivers, hustling to whatever hot spot is on the radar. Aside from Santa Monica (which I love with reckless abandon), it is not a pedestrian town. I have been here for a few hours and still haven't had an In and Out Burger. Criminal, that. I am here on business,

cornutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098976203299709317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34653400.post-66115423664449708752007-08-28T09:11:00.000-07:002007-08-28T09:15:36.295-07:00

I keep losing this link, so I'm putting it here for easy access. I am not a big fan of Justin Timberlake's most recent CD - it is too techno for my tastes and just sounds overprocessed. Nevertheless, on a random surf last month, I was directed to this link, which is a remix of his latest song (Love Strong), done by some guy named Justice. I freaking love it and wish I could figure out how to

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