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Published: December 8th 2008
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I’m not sure exactly why but at times I still feel like I’m in college. On Saturday, loathe to leave the apartment due to pure unadulterated laziness I was searching for a mulled wine recipe in order to prep for the holiday season that is upon us. Unlike the higher latitudes the holiday season here rides in on gale force winds that blow the non holiday gloom out of the abjectly poor and discontented rich alike. On the recipe’s webpage there was a sidebar indicating that the author of the “How to” make mulled wine was also the author of the how to play the incarcerated sounding game Cornhole. Cornhole is similar to horseshoes* but without all the labyrinthine complications that surround throwing shoes at metal posts. In Cornhole you throw a beanbag through a hole in a piece of plywood. Josh and I immediately created an indoor Cornhole court and got to fashioning beanbags out of socks, popcorn kernels and medical tape. As we are in the midst of a long weekend and the maid won’t be in for three days we bet chores, the unaccustomed rigors of cleaning up after ourselves. While I excel at things like picking out
Smooth Form
Still holding to the lessons of my South Side youth, look good first, play good second. The fact that that should say "play well" bothers me now though, so maybe I'm not as ghetto as I think I am. good cucumbers, lisping words, and doing the T-Rex dance, I am not the best cornholer in the world. I was therefore saddled with doing such outrageous activities as cleaning dishes (you get your hands wet!) and cooking my own food. Luckily the food was Velveta shells and cheese, kindly mailed to me by some of my
true friends. You can tell they are true friends because they took time (and money) out their lives to mail a poor expat a gift package, and more so because it was a dairy product. It also included fake mustaches and a McDonald’s name tag with the name Jon Bon Jovi on it, which Blair had run across in his travels in his native America’s Hat. I did some rolling as well (though not on Shabbas). We of course watched the big Lebowski prior to going, but as we were taking the English Club we refrained from partaking in any Caucasians. It’s pretty awesome because instead of a machine to set up the pins they have a guy who sits behind the pins, jumps out of the way when you throw and then sets the pins up, puts the ball in the return machine
Adam on his B-Day
This transformer and million unsound looking electrical wires were located directly above us as we sat on the patio of a supposedly upscale restaurant. We had dinner and all got tumors. and yells how many you hit. I didn’t bowl well but mustered up enough skill to dominate a bunch of pre-teen first timers. I don’t know how many 12 year olds I can take in a fight but I can beat like 30 in bowling. I went and saw my first mixed martial arts match live. It was like old school UFC, no weight classes and open sign up. It was enormously entertaining, a few tap outs a few stoppages. We saw a guy get taken out on a stretcher. He wasn’t one of the fighters but rather a booze vendor who had apparently imbibed enough of his wares to work up a nice case of alcohol poisoning. Thanks to all of those who wished me well on my birthday, it was uneventful other than the minor miracle of the Chiefs winning a football game. Adam’s birthday we went and saw live music which other than the local Vallanato (a mixture of accordion and scraping a cheese grater with a stick) is hard to come by. There’s a new venue, Crabs, and the house musician is excellent, sings in English with absolutely zero accent where as has great difficulty stringing
a cogent English sentence together when separated from the mic. Today is the Day of the Velitas or little candles. Basically everyone stays up until midnight, lights lots of candles with their families and then goes out. I was under the impression that we were celebrating the immaculate conception of Jesus, as people told me we were celebrating the immaculate conception and as far as I am aware no one was immaculately conceived other than Jesus. This makes little sense as Jesus is supposedly born weeks later. Whenever I am confused about life’s inability to be easily explained I go to the one place that gives me instant gratification and understanding, Wikipedia. Turns out the Immaculate Conception for some reason indicates when Mary was conceived, nine months before the Nativity of Mary (Sept. 8th) celebrating her birth. The incarnation of Christ (actual immaculate conception) or Annuciation is celebrated on March 25th, nine months before Christmas Day. So the day celebrating the immaculate conception has very little to do with the actual miraculous conception and rather celebrates the day the person who would eventual miraculously conceive was conceived in quite ordinary fashion. Hope that clears things up. As I probably won’t
Post Thanksgiving Sleep
I was in bed by nine, no Plaza lighting here. post before Christmas I hope you all have a good holiday season, I’m still clueless as to my plans other than them not involving spending too much money.
Music: I wish it were Christmas music, mostly it’s old music that I have on cd’s and I’ve been slowly transferring to my new external hard drive, gifted to me by my loving roomie Adam.
Movie: Inexplicably there are three movies that seem to always be on tv here. The Chronicles of Riddick, Van Helsing, and Along Came Polly. They show up on different channels and at times one of them will play at exactly the same time on competing channels. I’ve seen each like nine times in the last year. Luckily they are all awesome.
Book: The Things They Carried - Tim OBrien. It’s a reread but it’s excellent. I’m reading the 10th book of the Wheel of time as well. Why I’m wading through an eight-hundred page fantasy book in a 13? book series that will never be finished as the author recently passed away I don’t know. Failure to entirely give up on my dorky roots I suppose.
Spanish: Sodomia de herraduras - Cornhole
This aggression will not stand man,
~ TB
Christmas gift suggestions:
To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect.
~ Oren Arnold
I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. - Augusten Burroughs
I dream of a day when my children will live in a world without the shackles of cause and effect. - Colbert
*Stephen Colbert called the game “a cross between horseshoes and sodomy.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cornhole_(game)
http://www.americancornhole.org/
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Jeni
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For real...
You see the strangest crap ever. On a totally random note, Im trying to talk dad calling a faking a kidnapping into Donna when we get down there. I need some spending cash.