Sunday, August 28, 2005

I Totally Forgot this Awesome Thing That Happened...

The Capitol Steps came to American! I remember when my mom used to play them in the car. They were so awesome. I was doing my Mr. Buckley* laugh.

*Man, Leor, how does it feel to be the only one reads this?

Tomorrow School Starts

And not one moment too soon, if you ask me. College (at least Welcome Week) has proven to be quite the dissappointment so far. My roommate is a sketchy chamore who's idea of a good time is to wander around D.C aimlessley and fake sexiling me. Seriously, the more I look at him and his smug litte face the more I hate him. I've gotten used to the small size of the room, so that's not to bad. But what's worst is the lonlieness. I really miss all ya'll back in Los Angeles. It really gnaws at one from the inside, lonlieness does. I mean, I'm standing out on the quad, packs of kids are all formed, and I just stand there, not knowing what to do. You think that you can do something, but you can't. You're all frozen up. It's not even embarresing. What happenes is that nothing happens, again and again.
I guess add all that up and it makes sense that I got wasted last nite for the first time in my life. Yes, it was a frat party. Sigma Kai. I didn't do anything stupid or anything at all, really. I left because the kids on my floor were holding a 'toga party', and I just didn't want to be there. So I just drank. I talked some with people, watched some Independence Day with some other people and then went home. I remember it all very clearly. Eight drinks. I'm not gonna say it wasn't fun, because it was allright. Not sure I'm gonna do it again, but it was nice to get away for a while.
Hope I'm not scaring anyone out there. Don't worry I'm not in danger of becoming an alkey. But ANYWAY, the saving grace of all this is all the money I'm spending on iTunes. Now I have almost hundred Dylan songs, all three Hendrix albums, Raw Power by The Stooges, and a lot more. I love iTunes.

Also, with classes comes a schedule, which probably means more posting at organizied times. I hope so, at least.

NEWSPIECE OF THE DAY: Major General Douglas Lute of the good ol' US Army is expecting that once the United States actually has a victory in Iraq, Abu Mosab al-Zarqawi will flee to Africa. Apparently, there are quite a few African countries that Al-Qadea's pointman on the insurgency could get into:
He [Lute] listed Yemen, Sudan, Somalia and Ethiopia as “ungoverned spaces” where al-Zarqawi might seek sanctuary to run his terrorist operations.

This is very interesting, and might actually be the start of a new chapter in the War on Terror- the African Chapter. Now, Bono has been talking about this for quite some time, as evidenced here:
It's a security strategy. The war against terror is bound up in the war against poverty, I didn't say that, Colin Powell said that.
And when a military man from the right starts talking like that maybe we should listen!
Because maybe, today, these are one and the same.
People get nervous when I talk like this.
I get nervous when I talk like this.
But in these distressing and disturbing times, surely it's cheaper, and smarter, to make friends out of potential enemies than it is to defend yourself against them.
But no one else has. I love U2 more than the next guy probably does, but when Bono starts speaking about the War on Terror better then Bush, we're in trobule.

OPINION OF THE DAY: Alright, I've got three for you today. One is by the bastion of progressivism, Frank Rich, who has just torn apart Bush on Iraq in a simple, efficient manner here. Also, here's the opinion of a bunch of people, the young muslims of London. They're very angry. And finally, that guy I love so, Jon Chait has a new column up.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

The First College Post

All together now: "DAVID'S FIVE YEARS OLDER AND IN COLLEGE!!!!." Ha ha. Sorry about the delay, but I've been getting shit together like crazy over the last two days. I never thought 'unpacking' was a big deal, turns out I'm wrong. In case you don't know, I'm in a single. With two people. Eh. I've decided to do a report on today, because today was pretty damn good:

Today was better then the other days. So far, it has been lonely, I gotta say. And with the whole room situation, very frustrating. Also, the fact that my roomie is one of the most popular guys around (he fixes computers) doesn't help. Today, things changed. Firstly, I got my wardrobe and my desk! Yeah! So I finally unpacked and the room looks a lot better. I went to a baseball game with Hillel. Apparently, the Nationals are even worse than the Dodgers, if you can belive it. Then I spent the nite at a frat party (just one beer), and afterwards chilled with Ashleigh (it looks like we're doing the friends thing). It was fun. Also today I did Day One of the Freshman Service Exeperiance, which is a community service thing (and why I'm here a week early). Three words: fun but pointless. I volunteered at Sarah's Circle, a sliding-scale old-folks home.
We did, to be blunt, nothing with them. Well, that's not true. I'll give you the run-down: we came, and there was nothing to do with them. So after twenty min. of just sitting, their exercise leader came. So we exercised with them, believe it or not. It was, as you can imagine, nothing intensive- just streching. Then we served them lunch. Then we socialized with them. Actually, one of the guys had this sweet voice, it was like a combination of Muddy Waters and Leadbelly. Me and him, we sang a couple hymns. Then we left. I enjoyed them, and hopefully they enjoyed me. And my family act....

Anywho, onto the daily features I promised:

NEWSPIECE OF THE DAY: Kofi Annan has visited Niger, giving the situation there the spotlight it needs. But will anything change? Here's a thought: How 'bout the Bush Administration spread the democracy it talks of so much into Africa?

OPINION OF THE DAY: The good folks at Mother Jones have a pretty good summary of how the Iraqi constitutional process is going. But didn't the American Constitution take time? This is very different, as Joseph Ellis explains here, in an excellent commentary.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

So these family walks into a talent agency...

I saw The Aristocrats today with good friend and gentleman, Josh Tabak. My word, that film is dirty. Yet hilarious. It's just brilliant. I'm not going to tell you what it's about, because thats what every other blogger would do. Not me. See it for yourself, and be amazed at it's hilarity. It's pure genious.
God, tomorrow is Thursday. After that is Friday, on which I LEAVE FOR COLLEGE!!!!! AHH!!!
So many 'lasts'. Last time I saw my sister, last time I saw my grandma for a while, last Stella Nite, last time I'm gonna see a lot of really good friends, etc. God.
Oh well. I bought my last CDs before I go: a 'best of' of the Mississippi Sheiks and a Greenhornes EP. They're both awesome.

Anycrap, I've decided to add two new features to the blog: NEWSPIECE OF THE DAY and OPINION OF THE DAY. I scour the blogs and news sites anyhow. I'm gonna try to show little known opinions and news stories, but sometimes they'll be well known. Today, for example, the Opinion is from the New York Times. Tomorrow it might be from Carpetbagger or Eduwonk. We'll see how it goes. There's very little pressure on me, considering how no one reads this.

NEWSPIECE OF THE DAY: Quick. Name the two former Commie powerhouses. Russia and China. Wouldn't it be scary if they started doing military stuff together? Yes, yes it would.

OPINION OF THE DAY: Bob Herbert makes the strongest (and least hypocritical) case for a draft I have seen thus far.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Yes, Yes, and Hell Yes!!

I've already talked about how great Carpterbagger is. Now, I'm going to talk about my other favorite blog: Bull Moose Blog. Named after Teddy Roosevelt's Progressive Party, the Bull Moose consistently has an intelligent, progressive (NOT liberal) outlook on the world. Today's piece describes how I feel both about the pullout and Cindy Sheehan perfectly. Read it by clicking on the blue.

Also, today was a final get-together with the good ol' Model U.N. team We played a very fun game called Balderdash. Guess who won? Me, of course! Woo hoo! Eh well, anyways...

There's an update on the shooting of Jean Charles de Menezes. If you forgot, he was the Brazilian that was shot by British police because they thought he was a terrorist. Apparently, if the report is to be believed, he was restrained before he was shot. As in held down. How bad could this be for the London Police?
Former Flying Squad commander John O'Connor told the BBC the leaked report would cause "great embarrassment" to Metropolitan Police Commissioner Sir Ian Blair, adding he would be under pressure to "go".
Yikes. Anywho, it's getting late. I'm gonna hit the dusty trail. Enjoy the singing horses.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

As if it already wasn't official...

Jessica Alba is the most attractive woman on the planet. As if this wasn't enough evidence, there's also her interview with Newsweek, and I quote:
Are you political?
I definitely have my point of view.

What is that?
I can’t wait for Barack Obama to run for something. Cause I am voting.

Do you think he’ll be president in the future?
I sure hope so. I hope people are open-minded enough to have somebody like Barack.
See, this is unfair. An erection causes loss of blood to the brain (at least thats the urban myth). Now she's smart too?!?!?! What I supposed to do on our date?!?!?! Goddamnit. I love you.

Well, onto other news. If you haven't already, you gotta check out The Carpetbagger Report. He's one of the smartest guys on the 'Net, and he updates several times a day usually. He's really good at finding things that the mainstream media misses (a perfect example).

So Iraq doesn't have a constitution yet. This isn't so bad. Now, if it gets to another extension of seven days or even a day, there will be trobule. Even if they get the thing out, the Kurds are gonna cause trobule. Mark my words.

By the way, know what a new dirty word is? Civil war in Iraq. Well, that's four words. Screw you.

Less Chomsky! More Sheehan!

Anyone who reads this knows what I think about Cindy Sheehan: she's a goddamned hero. But the right-wing's insistence that she is being manipulated may be coming to frution, I'm afraid. She's becoming more and more extreme as the days pass. Consider one of her first statements:
"I want to ask the president, why did he kill my son?" Sheehan told reporters. "He said my son died in a noble cause, and I want to ask him what that noble cause is."
That is tough, tough talk. Yet for a woman like Cindy, it was entirely appropriate. Her son had died in a war that was already supposed to be over. Clearly, she had a right to be pissed at the administration.

Little more than a week later, Sheehan is becoming nothing if more extreme and (I hate to say it) vitrolic. Look at this excerpt from one of her most recent speeches:

You tell me the truth. You tell me that my son died for oil. You tell me that my son died to make your friends rich. You tell me my son died to spread the cancer of Pax Americana, imperialism in the Middle East. You tell me that, you don't tell me my son died for freedom and democracy.'

Cuz, we're not freer. You're taking away our freedoms. The Iraqi people aren't freer, they're much worse off than before you meddled in their country.

You get America out of Iraq, you get Israel out of Palestine.
I'm sorry, but what the hell is Palestine doing in this speech? The answer lies in the place that is the base camp for Camp Casey- the Crawford Peace House. The Peace House calls itself "a culturally and religiously diverse center for spiritual growth and intellectual understanding that offers hope to humanity by providing positive alternatives to the cult of war." OK. First, the cult of war? That's pretty extreme. I'm not sure I'd call World War Two or the American Revolution a cultish experiance. And what exactly are the positive alternatives? Talking to Hitler?
But the Peace House is about oh-so-much more than providing positive alternatives to the cult of war. It's also about saving Palestine. A quick investigation of their website reveals this page. For those of you who fear links, lemme explain. These people hate Israel. Not the peace process, not Sharon, but Israel in general. Their bias is disgusting.
And I'm guessing that these people have been talking to Cindy. Like most Americans, she probably doesn't know that much about the situation in Israel. And those pro-Palestinian people can be pretty convincing. So that's why she's talking about it. Hopefully, she'll stop.

Listen Cindy: I know you don't mean those things. You better not. I've seen the face of a mother who lost her solider son to a terrorist, and let me tell you, it looked a helluva lot like yours. Stick to what you know. You'll gain credibility that way. There are already too many anti-Israel people out. We need some who are anti-war. We need less Chomsky, more Sheehan.

Monday, August 15, 2005


So today was an emotional day. Today, I went up to Machaneh Ramah and said goodbye to Gaby, my sister. We avoided it for as long as we could, but eventually we broke down and cried. It was emotional and sad. I saw a couple of people up at Ramah, but none, save good ol' Jon Levine or Ari Giller, seemed that interested in seeing me. Oh well. Doesn't matter to me much, anyway.

So I've finally gotten around to listening to Fugazi, specifically, Thirteen Songs. Lemme tell ya, the hype was right on. A real rocking group, those guys. Also, got a Charlie Parker 'Best of'. It's sweet.

I' too tired to post things about the news of today, namely the disengagement, Iraq constitution, Cindy Sheehan, and the John Roberts papers. Maybe later. Check out Google News or the Washington Post. I'll talk about it all later.


Just wanted to post an interesting take on the protests at Gaza.

Oy. I forgot to cancel the gym tomorrow. Oh well. Oops. I'm going up to visit Gaby, El Dave's sister. Damnit. I hate when I forget stuff like that. Crap.

All right, time to bust out with the Amos Lee quotes...

"I am at ease in the arms of a woman
although now most of my days are spent alone
a thousand miles from the place I was born"
--Amos Lee, "Arms of a Woman"

I'm feeling really good right now. My second date (I guess that's what I should call them now, eh?) went really well. No, nothing physical but it really doesn't matter one way or another. She's in that I-just-got-out-of-a-long-relationshiop mode. But you know what? I don't particularly care that much. She's funny, has a dirty mind, and has great taste in music. What more could you want?

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Thoughts While Fasting

Often times I get asked, "Dave, I plan on going twenty-four hour fast. There will be no food, no drink, and no physical pleasure. What albums should I listen to?" The answer is very simple: Bob Dylan's Blond on Blond. It has good beats, silly songs ("Rainy Day Women #12 & 35"), songs that sound deep but really aren't ("I Want You") , songs that are actually pretty and is generally cool. Highly recommended. Find some Lester Bangs review of it. He describes it perfectly. At first, non-hungry listen, I didn't like it that much. Now that I haven't eaten in over twelve hours, though, it sounds great! Especially "Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again." Such a cool song. It's different then Bob Dylan. That's the other Bob Dylan album I just bought (gotta be prepared for college, right?)But it's very good in it's own right. Check it out.

Also, crazy old electric blues is good for fasting. I'm thinking of Abert King or Bo Diddly

God, I can't believe I'm leaving this Friday. How crazy is that? So crazy.

Well, I'm going out with Ashlegih again tonight. I'm excited about it. Nice to meet a stable non-crazy girl, isn't it? (Answer: Yes) However things develop, I look forward to them.

Two notes about the Presdential Race: Contraty to popular beliefs (and a recent post) I do not support Hilary. I support Joe Biden. He is smart and likeable. If Paul Hackett can win next year (which should be the Democrats TOP priority), he'll be an awesome VP. Him or Bill Richardson.

And onto the second Presidential note. Say hello to the next president of the United States. The greatest man who ever lived. Christopher Walken.

The Fast begins...

No, I'm not on some 'Save Cindy Sheehan' thing. She's doing just fine on her own, isn't she? A really good sign that she is doing well is that while all the right-wing bloggers are attacking her (meaning they feel threatened), the mainstream is buying it. Actually, that's not the newest line of attack on her. Apparently, she's pretty much bullet-proof. She's been able to handle the all-knowing godmother thing with a forcefulness and grace that has stopped it in its tracks. Funny. I seem to remember a certain presidential candidate who lost an election because he couldn't do that. This wasn't meant to be a solely political blog, but I'm sorry. The woman is so inspiring. I half want to go down to Crawford right now, college-in-less-than-a-week be damned. Well, at least the Bush administration is doing something right, albeit far too late. How on God's green earth could someone, pre-Iraq War, say Iraq was a bigger threat than Iran? It was nonsense then, and nonsense now.

One more political thing I want to touch on. Former Gen. Kevin P. Byrnes. If you don't know the story yet, here it is: this four star general was fired because he was having an affair, even disobeying orders to do so. So even though there are conspiracy theories abounding out there, I don't really believe they hold to much water (points for trying, though!). Rather, I think it is plain and simple: the military wants to be moral from the top down. Now, many people have pointed something out, but Arianna Huffington says it best. Ignore the fact that I am linking to Please ignore that. I beg you. I'll give you twenty bucks! Just read.
Have I mentioned I'm a link whore? Well I am a link whore. But I don't care. You gotta read this Op-Ed at the LA Times. God, I'm gonna miss them next year (especially Jonathan Chait).

And of course, there was an editorial that gave my Eema pause today. She looked at it, and said, "I don't want you to read this." She didn't want to encourage to join the Army. I've given this some thought, and I'm going to it some more, and to be honest, right now I think I want to do ROTC. Why, you ask? Two reasons: 1) I suffer from Rich White Boy Guilt (RWBG). I don't like the idea of having the poorest in our nation fight for those who are in a good economic spot. And Reason #2. Self-explanatory.

Onto some personal stuff. So the whole Tisha Bav thing is right here. Yup, I'm currently not eating, drinking, pleasuring myself or anything like that because Jerusalem burned down about 500 years ago. Funny but true: while searching for "Tisha Bav" on Wikipedia, this is the first site that came up.
Also, tomorrow I go out with Ashleigh. This should be fun.

Oh yeah, I forgot: I failed my driver test. But you know what? I don't really care.

One more thing: I'm going up to visit my sister at Camp on Monday. To quote Stella, "Yeah!!!"

Saturday, August 13, 2005

The New Silent Majority

For as far back as I remember, the Right-wing has had a catchy nickname for itself: the Silent Majority. The name was coined by Richard Nixon in 1969 in a speech. While Nixon wasn't specifically talking about conservatives, conservatives took it upon themselves to be called that. It refes to the idea that many people queitly support conservative measures, even though they aren't as loud as the vocal minority. The idea stems back to Barry Goldwater's campaign slogan: "In your hearts, you know he's right." It's the same concept.
My, how the roles have switched. The Silent Majority is now in Dolby Surround Sound. They control the White House, the Congress, and arguably the Supreme Court. Right-wingers dominate the airwaves, everyone from Sean Hannity to Bill Kristol to (for a short time) Alan Keyes (remember when he had his own show?) gets their say. These people have gotten loud.
I'm guessing they're about to become the minority.
"Dave! You kind old fool. You're just saying because you're a Democrat." No, I'm not. Look at the facts. We're being run by the Vocal Minority. The Left has become the new Silent Majority.
Allow me to explain. One cannot underestimate the importance of Terri Schiavo in all this. This was the first major mis-step the Christian Right (which Barry Goldwater hated, by the way) made in the Bush Presdiency. Americans feel mixed about abortion, generally don't support complete equality in gay marriage, but they drew the line on Terri Schiavo. I'm not just preaching what I think here. A poll from Harris Interactive backs up my point:

58 percent of Americans disapproved of how Congress handled the issue.
54 percent of Americans disapproved of how President Bush handled the issue
51 percent of American disapproved of how Governor Bush handled the issue

Clearly those numbers aren't good. But why do they matter for today? The Terri Schiavo case left a bad taste in people's mouths.
Clearly, other thigns have lead to the Left become the Silent Majority. Let's talk about Iraq. For the first time since the Iraq War started, a majority of Americans are against it (Source: WaPo). A shocking 52% of Americans say they don't feel safer, despite Iraq. Why? One word: London. People are used to hearing about bombings in far off places like Iraq and Bali, but we're talking about England here. They're as civilized as us! Hell, they even spell civilized in a more civilised fashion then Americans! And they got bombed. After we invaded Iraq. After we've had people holed up in Gitmo giving us information.
But there's one more thing that is bringing people out of their shells. No, it's some politician coming out with blazing rhetoric. No Democrat has the balls to do that now (not even Hilary). No, it's someone much more pure than that: Cindy Sheehan. If you haven't heard about Sheehan yet, you simply must. A mother of a KIA in Iraq American solider, she has become a folk hero by camping out outside President Bush's ranch in Crawford, Texas and demanding a meeting with him. The Carpetbagger Report (one of my favorite blogs) says what Bush should do. I tell you what he will do: nothing. Bush has shown in his presidency not to like second opinions one little bit. To be fair, he's not the only politician one either side of the aisle to be like this. But that's the way he is. The right-wing attack machine that worked so efficiently on tearing John Kerry to shreds cannot figure out how to destroy her. They've tried the flip-flop thing, but instead of sputtering like a certain Presidential candidate, she has spoken eloquently. Even though Margret Carlson leans a bit too much to the left for me (I prefer the clear-thinking Jonathan Chait), she sums it up perfectly in this editorial.

What has all this resulted in? Bush's poll numbers have fallen. There is no trace of 9/11 support in his popularity anymore, he's finally completely back to being judged as the type of President he is, which, if you look a the poll numbers from before 9/11, weren't too good. See the rise and fall here. Welcome to the New Silent Majority. My guess: in 2008, we take back the house and the Presidency. Can you say Clinton-Hackett? Has a good ring to it, doesn't it?

So thanks for tuning in to my first political rant. Hopefully I'll get better at it as time goes on.

Oh, one more thing I wanted to throw in there: the Christian Right is hypocritical.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

More on the goings-on of last nite.

Well, due to an incessant demand by the voices in my head (the only ones who read this), I have decided to talk more about Ashleigh. First I gotta say this, though. As I walked to The Grove last nite, I saw TWO (2!) Homestarrunner t-shirts. That has to be a good sign. It was a TGSQ and a TROGDOR! shirt. So anyways...
She's got awesome taste in music is pretty darn cute, if I do say so myself. We saw Wedding Crashers,which was funnier the second time around, believe it or not (I'm walking on air.).

Holy crap, 7 days....SEVEN DAYS!!!! So far, I've only gotten a couple responses for my Shabbas lunch. Le sigh. I'm gonna do some follow up phone calls on that one. Yeah.

The Things That Worry Me in the World Right Now (In Order of Importance)

  1. The Iraqi Insurgency
  2. The situation in Niger
  3. The upcoming biopic of Johnny Cash

Seiously, if that movie disgraces Johnny Cash, I will kill all involved. Johnny Cash is a hero to me. His music, in quite a literal sense, saved my life.

The other two are horrid situations right now. The third is a potential worry. Apparently, Walk the Line is getting a debut at the Toronto Film Festival, which is a good sign, I guess. What's good is that, as far as I know, it's in competition. The Matrix Reloaded debuted at Cannes, sure, but it wasn't entered in competition. This means it was there just to be there. If a film is in competition, that means a bunch of people involved in the fil think it has a chance to win. And since Toronto is a pretty big film festival (BBC called it a "launch pad for Oscar contenders"). So that's good.

I Met a Girl (I'd Like to know better)

Ten dollars to the person who can identify which band I quoted in the title of this post (Hint: It's not Amos Lee). And yes, the title is true. I went out (but not out out) with a girl I met an American U. Los Angeles Sendoff. Her name is Ashleigh (as in the Ashleigh Hotel) and she is very nice. You can see her facebook here. So we'll see how that goes.

Has anyone out there read Questionable Content? It's pretty addictive. I read 200 comics in a day. It's a nice time waster. Man, Bobby Dylan is just a genius. At times. Hey, know what book you should read? Pyschotic Reactions and Carberatour Dung. Just brilliance. It taught me how to appreciate music.

Anyway, gotta keep continuity. So I'll talk about the Leone exhibit. It was pretty good, but it could have been better. I would have like more about about his film stlye (which is spine-tingling- I get all shaken up every damn time I see either the opening to Once Upon a Time in the West or the three-way gunfight at the end of The Good, the Bad and the Ugly) but I learned a bit (he worked on Ben-Hur!) and there were awesome original posters. I got me a $35 il Buono, il Brutto, il cavitto poster. It's gonna rawk in my room. Ya here that, Aaron (my roomate)?!?! RAWK!!!!

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Abort! Abort!

Well, let's put it this way. Operation: DW wasn't a failure of epic proportions. It just didn't work. See, in the morning I got one of them conscience attacks and I realized that lying would be bad. So I told my father I didn't want to go to work because I was tired. Well, let's just say that didn't go so well. Yelling all around, not talking for a little bit, and so on and so forth. Sigh. So I went to work. Rabbi Pressman it turns out is against the disengagement in Gaza and kept showing me unconvincing articles to prove his point. But we agreed this ws my last work day. So I guess eveything worked out OK. Or not. Yeah, I guess it didn't turn out O.K. But hey, I got paid.

So what am I looking forward to today? Well, we're going to the Sergio Leone exhibit at the Autry Museum. I'm very excited about that. Leone is a god. A golden god. If you haven't seen any of his films, I most likely hate you. Well, that's harsh. I strongly dislike you. But seriously, you gotta at least see The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Sheer brilliance.

I've often pretended I like pancakes, but I don't. Not even with syrup.

Operation: Ditch Work

Yes, I know this is my fourth post in a day. Screw you. Alright. Here's the deal. I don't want to go into work today. I work for an old, retired and generally nice Rabbi. I type up his old sermons on the computer for a book he is compiling. It pays, and like I said, he's a nice guy. No real, serious complaints. Except that it starts at 8 am. This is odd for me, because during school I can become quite the nighthawk, staying up till God knows when listening to old blues albums (mainly Robert Johnson's complete recordings) and be fit as a goddamn fiddle the next day. And remember, I used to go to school from 7:30-5 EVERY DAY except friday, which was 7:30-12:30. The thing is, that was more stimulating. I'm just typing here. While sometimes the sermons can get interesting, it's still just typing. Not the most exciting thing in the world. Let me put it this way: I fell asleep last time I was there, and Rabbi Pressman (the aforementioned boss) was IN THE FREAKING ROOM. I need a one-day vacay. No I don't, you say? I'm just being whiny? Screw you. Again. So here's what's going down, flappy. I'm gonna head out to walk, then call the Rabbi and tell him I'm sick. Then I'm going home and telling my parents that he is sick. God I am a genius. Lying to both my rabbi and family just so I can get some sleep. What a malicious bastard I am. Huzzah!

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

The Title

I told you I ramble a lot. See what I mean? Here I am again. So anyways. What does the title mean? I mean, it is funny in a kind of ironic way, I suppose. But I'm not sure I meant it like that. You see, outside my gruff exterior is a child who is often awed at the beauty of the world and the men in it. Men like Napoleon, Genghis Khan (whom you should definitly read about). See, I know it's kind of pathetic, but I at times yearn to be like them. And I guess the title comes from a deep place inside me yearning for glory. So that's that. Is that pathetic? I hope not.

Buy the way, pick up the latest Sleater-Kinny album. It rules big time. Sleater-Kinny owns. Owns your soul.


I just saw a hummingbird while listening to Hound Dog Taylor. Life doesn't get much better than that.


So this is the first post. Whopdi do. Perhaps I should explain why I'm making this blog. Well, first off, it's kind of on a whim. I have a lot of ideas like this (transitor radios, swimming, etc.). So hopefully, it won't crash and burn. But it might. Kind of makes it exciting, doesn't it? Knowing that this might be the last post ever. OK. I need to stop rambling.
See, that's reason Number 2 why I'm making a blog. I ramble. Perhaps I can put my ramblings here. And Reaon #3, you ask? Well, that's the one I tell people so I seem cool. I'm a fish moving from a small pond to a large ocean. Specifically, I'm going from a little jew school in Los Angeles to a semi-large (for me huge) college in Washington D.C (for all my Chliean readers, think of it as Santiago. But bigger.) Specifically, American University. Maybe this will help the transition. Maybe it won't. But if I keep this up, it should become pretty interesting one way or another. If not, I promise to become a meth addict and write insane things about how insects are crawling under my skin. That should be fun.