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nyarhotep
nyarhotep
-- Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
Wed, Apr. 18th, 2007 05:07 pm
gratuitous swearing and catharsisCollapse )

Current Mood: enraged i WILL overcome

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nyarhotep
nyarhotep
-- Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
Thu, Mar. 29th, 2007 06:35 pm

the most depressing thing MIGHT be that if i'd just bellied up to the bar and stayed away from Dr. Tongue Depressor and her $1.50 Tylenol capsule, i'd feel the same, but i'd be $254 richer OR it could be that after a week and a half of general yuck i'm still not well enough to enjoy a shisha on this most beautiful of evenings, BUT what i'd really put my money on, for the most depressing realization, is: being surrounded by moronic subordinates is not as thrilling (¡METEORA!) as i would have guessed. i always figured a wealth of willing and astonishingly stupid minions would be a riot. nope. not even a little bit. it's hard to enjoy a sense of superiority when the person smells like old cantaloupe and is convinced cut&paste using the keyboard is, "too advanced for the likes of me"

saw M two nights ago. excellent cinema. got into an interesting discussion revolving around the question of how to deal with fundamentally insane murders: ¿are they responsible? how should the State deal with them? does the State have a responsibility toward them? in lieu of the rest of the population? very interesting. of course, discussions broke down when my friend admitted to being firmly entrenched in situational ethics. hard to discuss society with such people

Current Mood: confused astonished
Current Music: first free time in a tree of days

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nyarhotep
nyarhotep
-- Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
Wed, Mar. 21st, 2007 11:03 am

bah. Whine Imminent. Prepare yourselves

i'm sick; this sucks. sore throat, achey, generally poopalicious all 'round. stayed home from work yesterday ('cuz as much fun as infecting the office might be...) and should be home today, but too much to do. that sucks. you're supposed to stay home when you're sick. i remember in grade school not being allowed to stay home when i was sick and all the time thinking, "I'm sick and should be home." now i think, "I'm sick home and should be at work." fricking puritanical work ethic. ¡you suck! what's the point of having a free sick day at home and not enjoying it? i never had this problem in college - ¡i skipped class for bloody reruns, for making dandelion chains on the quad! when did i develop this work ethic?! SUCK!

come closer, i'll sneeze on you, ¡just test me!

Current Mood: sick sick
Current Music: drug cocktails FTW

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nyarhotep
nyarhotep
-- Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
Mon, Mar. 19th, 2007 03:08 pm

quiet weekend, all told. saw The Queen with Maestra - good piece of cinema ESPECIALLY if you're an anglophile (not that i am, particularly). though i'm sure the movie took liberties, i never realized how distraught Britain was with the death of Diana; the movie suggested this was a national catastrophe, one which had the power of potentially toppling the entire monarchical system. i can't think of a US analog: someone who, in passing, would polarize and possibly plunge the country in civil war. MLK, mayhap, but present day examples are scarce. VERY pro-Blair, very. i took it as another example of the seemingly intrinsic instability and disease within large-scale theocratic governments. in global governments, the inflexible premises just seem to shallow

cooked Spaghetti Carbonara with Sun's Sis and, apparently, it turned out fairly well; though i didn't eat it. ¿why?, you ask, ¿would you not eat the fruits of your bacon, egg, and spaghetti labours? good question. for whatever reason (who knows these days why i do anything, i'll hang this hat on the peg of eccentricity), i decided after returning from Italy to subsist on mostly bread and water until the equinox (next Wednesday). partially self-amusement, partially applied experimentation, partially self-discovery, it's more a dalliance in the shallow end of of self-restraint than anything else. i still drink tea (¡need the 'feinne!), the occasional hard-liquor, and have been choosing interesting breads (multi-grain, sourdough, the like). so, it's not a particularly severe diet. i have, however, drawn rather arbitrary lines at cheeze-bread, raisin-bread, and other such 'indiscretions'. haven't noticed a severe lack of energy or gastrointestinal troubles, so i must be doing something right. i don't kid myself about its intensity, but it has eased me into a place where i can contemplate the outer fractal edges of ascetics, self-flagellation, spiritual rites, sacrifice, self-awareness/mandates, and the like. we'll see if anything comes of it

oh, and a group has been hired from my consulting agency to come into BP and do what i was originally hired to do two years ago (but this time, for a different DB). so, being the resident expert (smirk), i'm teaching people to be me - surreal. i'm unsure if this full-circle deal is comforting or poignant. though, to be honest, it's nice thinking i have 8 people who report directly to me for guidance, direction, and reference (¡OH THE POWERZ!)

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nyarhotep
nyarhotep
-- Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
Tue, Mar. 13th, 2007 08:29 pm

whirlwinded back from Italy (Venice is idylic; Florence elegant; Rome grandiose) and straight into work. !it's 40 hours by Wednesday or Bust! even though this isn't what i want to do ad infinitum (a greater revelation than it seems) it's nice to have a full schedule - more than boring work, i can't stand boring down-time. ?ADD anyone? more later

p.s. it's good to read all your kirazy kids again. missed ya ;)

Current Mood: busy busy

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nyarhotep
nyarhotep
-- Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
Fri, Mar. 2nd, 2007 10:55 am

alright kids, i'm off to Italy. back in 10 days ¡see you on the flip-side!

Current Mood: bouncy bouncy

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nyarhotep
nyarhotep
-- Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
Thu, Mar. 1st, 2007 01:16 am

jusy got back from one of the rizziest bars in Miami - the Sky Bar; place looked like a "10001 araian nights" mortuary - billions of billowing, drab and dour draperies . THREE drinks cost $80 - one of wchih was for my boss so !i'm expesing that shizzibizzle! no one smokes, in the entier company, it's un-bloody-canny. (be impressed at my dashification). i managied to schmooze, i'm the shazzlebazzlepadazzle. yes, ti's one word. AND i stopped a kirazy EYEtalian frmo getting n a fight with a starting Quarterack for the EnEffEll. i rawk! SLEPE, so sexy when i got am 8:--am conference

i can FEEEL your disapproval, it's like a hematitie strait0coat wrapped r'odun my thorax. YES, you!

Current Location: luvin' it
Current Mood: drunk MIAMI

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nyarhotep
nyarhotep
-- Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
Tue, Feb. 27th, 2007 09:14 pm

snapshot: i'm 104, and yet i still feel the acne-shrouded thirteen year old as the other centenarians easily prattle on about the cost of tea in China. i'm going out for a pipe and G.G. gimlet, ¿who's with me?

oh yeah, the town's gorgeous. that's it, i'm up and moving to the seashore, really, ¿what's the point of living anywhere else? more later

Current Mood: annoyed disgruntled
Current Music: "Anansi Boys"

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nyarhotep
-- Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
Wed, Feb. 21st, 2007 06:33 pm

no time recently to do much of anything outside of work (of course, i've overcome these time constraints by not sleeping - weee). lotsa early morning meetings. was able to hang with some good friends though, saw Smokin' Aces with two awesome ladies, Sun's Sis and Accountramatrix. it's really good, Piven was fricking AMAZING (as was everyone else). also was taught the foxtrot by the graceful Maestra - forgot how much i less than three dancing (in direct opposition to my skill). when i have time, will expound on both further

but first, i've been trying to write a succinct declaration of my stance on the situation in Iraq, in terms of military occupation and administrative activity. here's what i have so far, what do y'all think:
The path to peace, not only in the Middle East but across the world, does not lie in military superiority or self-righteous declarations, but in building a pattern of problem solving through local and global unity. If the intention of the force in Iraq was to truly unify the region and not to disseminate the ideals of a nationalistic, expansionistic policy, I would support the occupation. But, as I believe the current administration has repeatedly made foreign policy decisions which do not build a progressive policy toward peace, I can neither condone nor support their military actions in Iraq.
it's supposed to be more of a mission statement than a solution, something to solution around. it sounds so hollow and pretentious, that's not my intention. ¿thoughts?

Current Mood: rushed rushed

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nyarhotep
nyarhotep
-- Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
Wed, Feb. 14th, 2007 10:43 pm

ending books leaves me quiet. i try to play a clever game with the chapters. as i near the last 200 pages, i'll break my reading periods into smaller and smaller segments until i become truly desperate: reading only a page, or so, a day. but the pages dwindle; my will to sit and lovingly, reverently, slowly engage the reality falls to my need for the denouement. by the last 50, i can't stop. as soon as the final act is within sight, i frenzy and gulp the climax. everything ceases. i pull over to the side of the road in abandoned parts of town and read it in a single, car-light, eye-squinting, apoplexy. the windows fog, gas fumes eke their way into the cab and i bolt to the last line. i never read the the author's note or epilogue. i stop. i just sit in the noiseless car. in a noiseless world. it's quiet. the characters pad their way softly off-stage; the set blinks off, gas-light by gas-light; a stoic janitor stands in the wings waiting. sometimes, morals or longings echo in keystone archways, but that soon fades. and i'm left, quietly sitting, an emptied book in my lap. i tick the page corners with the pad of my index finger. they soundlessly flap. but, true to course, the quietude never lingers. around the edges, at first, a stray passerby; a mercurial, bestial grunt for food: and i think. i think away all the grottoes i just explored, all the subtexts i plumbed. i think away all the extrema i just read. all the adventures, sorrows, gaffes and guffaws suffocate in my thoughts as i, irrevocably, think away the story. that's why i hate ending books. i can't sit afterward and be quiet with them. i can't just let what happened stay tantalizingly in my mouth, savoring the wasabi vibrance - my gluttonous soda-thoughts always rush in and wipe out all nuances of the book. the momentary solitude, serenity vacate and the vacuum is brimmed and teaming once again. i entertain a hiccup moment of self-awareness while i think about not thinking into the quiet. shamefaced and reluctant, i wonder if the quiet ever really existed. that is, of course, until the next book - the next grail quest. the next frenzied attempt to hold the quiet after finishing a book

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