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Aug. 18th, 2008
03:16 pm - Two more weeks
So everyone I will be back in Ypsi for the fall and winter semester on the 31st, yay for some, boo for others. (though on here I think it's mostly a yay) My weekends will be pretty open for fun so feel free to claim them (but realize that I don't have a car). I can't wait to eat Chipotle, Tuptin, and more pizza than a normal person should consume XD I also can't wait to have my own place again. I need a break from being at home and eight months sounds about right.
I'm also going to try to go to the gym more often on campus so if any of my EMU people want to go with me, let me know. I don't care what kind of exercise it is: swimming, running, weights, biking, etc. I'll be up for anything. I've gotten down to 172, that's 14 pounds and I'd like to keep it off this school year. I'm also hoping I can go to wallyball on Sundays sometime, I think that's the reason I have lost so much. I <3 exercise but man am I a lazy SOB
Well it's about time for work, I'll talk to you guys later :)
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contentAug. 17th, 2031
01:04 am - Someone is having a baby.
It would appear that Amber is going through the early stages of labor and will be having some type of baby in the very near future. I, for one, will be pleased once her uterus is free of this alleged “baby” because it just doesn’t seem natural to have something that big inside of you for more than an hour at a time. I am also having difficulty understanding why they would need to take Amber to an expensive hospital in order to give birth. My suggestion was that we find her a big box and fill it with blankets and towels and she could just do it there. I think that scientists and doctors officially refer to it as a Whelping Box and it is all you need to give birth- trust me.
I currently have no interest in spawning children and starting a family but that is not to maintain that I possess some sort of abnormal hatred of babies. I have accidentally found some infants to be intensely cute and hilarious and have even gone so far as to smile and wave at some toddlers. But, on the occasions that I do enjoy babies, I have to keep thinking about how this joy is contingent on the ownership of said baby. I would be much less apt to give tiny low-fives if I had changed the clothing it just crapped in. Which brings me to my concern over this new child- what if it wasn’t cute?
If J.L. and Amber have an ugly baby what are they going to do with it? Babies are not know for doing much else than being cute and producing messes. If the baby ends up ugly (and this peril befalls attractive couples all of the time) they will have nothing to show for all of the time and sex they put into this whole endeavor. Even if they got to work on Ugly Baby’s education right away, it would be at least two years before it could even apply make-up to its own face in a suitable manner. That means the parents have to spend the first two years of that thing’s life feeding it, changing it, and making sure it doesn’t go out in public without some good cover-up and a bit of blush.
However, the probability of producing a hideous child are likely to be negligible for most new parents. What they really should be worried about is how quickly one of their friends will start influencing its mental development in a negative way. For example, if you were to place the child in the care of Matt Ferrett, it will become immediately happy but run the risk of becoming obsessed with icons from its childhood later in life. Chase might have someone questioning their own existence by the age of four. I would undoubtedly have the child hating most forms authority and striving for a more complete understanding of the world. It would attempt to balance nearly unconditional ideals with a total objectivity and relativism that would eventually drive it into madness. I don’t even want to start on what Vinnie might do to that poor kid. It might be best just to take this child and place it into a room with no contact to the outside world- just food, darkness and silence.
Unrelated and less important: My hot water heater no longer functions, nor has it worked since Wednesday. I am beginning to look a bit more like a homeless person everyday that I have no hot water to shave with. As far as showers are concerned, brevity is essential to survival. Flip it on, scream, scrub down, flip it off, realize that you are still soapy, flip it back on, scream again, flip it off. Why nobody has fixed it yet has left me confused and angry. I have told them several times that this is a problem that will end in warm water or their deaths in the very near future. I am getting dangerously close to having a beard and I do not think that this is something that I want. I will have to cold shave like they did in the Army in the 1910s or face the world as a changed bearded man.
I have been told by many that once you go beard you never go back. This seems to be true for Brian Miller and one Mr. Ferrett seems to be mostly in love with his whiskers (although I know he harbors a deeper secret desire for the mustache). Be that as it may, my contention against Posky-Beard remains unwavering and there is nothing that will convince me otherwise.
I put a new short together in record time with the boys. You can find it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EldkFgzB
I Feel Fine: A True Story
If you follow the actual link to youtube you can also view Vinnie’s video response to the short which consists of him piecing together adlibbed scenes and shot during the filming of the original short. It is entitled Aeroplanes and Tomato Soup and it shows how different Vinnie feel about things.
The night after I finished it I bottle of wined it with Jeff, Byron, Chase, Brett, Matt Ferrett, Andrew, and Dan. We had some of the most outstandingly awesome discourse in the history of backyards AND kitchens. That’s how I remember it anyway.
Sunday will be busy as I have to go meet J.L. and Amber’s new baby Massimino and hit a birthday party afterwards.
Oh, and the website is up and we are fine-tuning it now.
I think that’s all.
I am tired.
Thinking fondly of you,
Matthew Posky
Aug. 11th, 2031
12:35 pm - After all she is a little bit of a hero.
I found myself meandering around town on my motorcycle this morning. As I cut through the cool wind I noticed all sorts of the mundane that somehow made me feel good about the world. There was a mother walking with her son, a homeless man pushing around a shopping cart full of cardboard scraps and aluminum cans and people going into local shops. I felt like all of the class nonsense and upward mobility was a valueless farce when everyone is essentially doing the same things at ten in the morning- they are just doing it in different places.
It seems to me that people are destroying themselves so that they might get a finger on that next bar on the socioeconomic ladder. If you want to be educated, I think you should get an education. If you want a nice car, you should save your money so that you might purchase one. But if you just want to claw and scratch your way up a few inches, I think you are wasting your time. Do not misunderstand my words because I desperately want to achieve something important and make a comfortable living. However, my ideal does not consist of a Land Rover and a Mc Mansion. I’d much rather live somewhere more interesting, less expensive, and drive something that is more unique and less extravagant.
We all want to be cool and we all want to be envied, but when is it alright to give up a big part of our personality and sanity to do so? Achieving the kind of wealth that is repeatedly shown on television as “normal” occurs after generations of accumulation. There are occasions where a poor person achieves great success and wealth and we showcase them whenever possible but, do not be deceived, these things are an acute rarity. The acquisition of wealth and status is something to strive for but doesn’t make for much of an ideology. Your life isn’t really going to change that much if you “move-up” in the world until you’re at the top. You still have to buy and cook food, you still have to fight traffic, you still have to interact with people, you still have to go to work, and you’ll still want to buy shit that you can’t afford. You will wake up and go through a similar routine as every other American with a job and you won’t even realize it. It doesn’t matter if you’re a bike mechanic, a professor, an architect, or a cook- your lives are all going to be roughly the same.
However, I do not think that it has to be. Rather than isolating or ignoring people, why not enjoy them? So many of us lead such a lonely existence that I find it appalling and our society encourages us to step-on each other in order to get to the top. Even if it were worth spending years and years of your life on socioeconomic advancement the chances of breaking out of the bracket you were born into is not very good. Competitiveness is an excellent motivator but “defeating” everyone is not enough to bring peace to a person. Happiness comes from making a difference in the world and being with people you can take pleasure in. If you find one person that really cares about you then you are already doing better than most of the world. If you know a person who enjoys talking to you on a daily basis, you’re already a partial success. I think people forget about this aspect of life as they stretch for the brass rings in their lives and claim that they are “living life to the fullest.” In the end, nobody is going to remember you for what grades you received or how much you pleased your boss. There is a good chance that it won’t matter to anybody that you worked ten hour days and had little time for family and friends. What people remember is how you made them feel and what you actually achieved. They will recall how it felt to hear a joke, to make love, listen to an idea, to see a new place or to do something exciting with you. They will remember how you behaved with them and what you left the world to remember you by. You are only as important in the world as you are to the people that inhabit it.
But as my mind marched on about class conflict, the denial of poverty and what it really takes to be happy in society I was shaken by the sight of an older woman in a wheelchair pushing herself haphazardly backwards. It as clear to see that she was enjoying herself and, when she fell, she did it in a way that made me think she was born to do it- a true comic genius to be sure. I immediately stopped and went to assist this relic of the vaudevillian school of comedy but, by the time I had removed my helmet, she already had several people righting the chair while she laughed manically. I thought she was absolutely wonderful in her senility.
I have been too unhappy about too much as of late. The world is a terribly imperfect place and I used to know and enjoy that about it- I must have forgotten. For whatever reason this woman, who intentionally caused a fall that could have killed her, seemed to have nothing inside of her to be unhappy about or fearful of; she was at the end of her life and completely in hysterics. It reminded me that I used to be more like that. Recent events have forced me to dwell on unpleasant things and I forgot some of the things I am made of. This, potentially crazy, old woman helped me put things into place much quicker than I was doing on my morning ride alone and I wish I had thanked her for it….jpg)
…after all she is a little bit of a hero.
I’ll leave you with that for now. I’m going to try and take a brief nap as I slept poorly last night.
Aug. 10th, 2031
03:08 pm - Soup and Sandwich Can’t Cure Everything
"The gang" and I dropped by the Scrimshaw Art Show on Friday night and examined some of the local flavor before Vinnie and I accidentally opened and drank and entire bottle of wine. Brett and I made a few contacts at the show and we’ll see if anything comes of it- I certainly hope so. Simply deciding upon a name has been difficult enough (although James was a big help); we do not need any difficulty with recruiting new friends for the collective. At any rate, wheels have been put into motion.
We lost some of our focus after we abandoned the Mug and then the Art Show for obvious reasons but exchanged good vibes never the less. Byron’s brother, Jeff, made an appearance and is always excited to hear about anything we were doing. I certainly wished he lived out there and could be around more often- but that is true of several of my favorite people. Sometimes you just need to persevere with your friendship and not let distance interfere with something that is so much greater than the word that represents it (Brian, I am sorry I keep missing your phone calls).
In addition to the melancholy of late, I have also been feeling rather physically poor for the last two days. I prepared soup and sandwich but, alas, it could not save me. Maybe I just need to rest a little bit more or get out of my current routine. Personally, I’d like to do a plenty of both because I am not happy about either.
I don’t really have anything insightful, clever, or even interesting to say this time around. I just wanted to write something but I became intensely disinterested with it as soon as I began.
Next time, then.
Aug. 8th, 2008
10:14 pm - Dammit Bush!!
Anyone else watching the opening of the Olympics and saw the President look at his watch?? Way to go Bush, way to go... *rolls eyes*
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annoyed02:27 pm - *hates her stomach*
Since Monday I haven't been eating well, I can only seem to pick at things. I can feel that I'm hungry but the thought of food makes me nauseous. Well yesterday that caught up to me and I got sick :( During work I couldn't even sit down and feel okay. I went into our back room and grabbed a workout mat and laid on the floor every so often so I'd have enough strength to go back out and sit and watch the members. I got caught laying down by the matience boss and he felt my head and sent me home. Thank god I wasn't fired! I was so worried I would have been! Since I got home my stomach has been on fire. My sis gave me her pepto-bismol which got me through the night and dad gave me some tums which have numbed the pain a bit. I haven't tried to get out of this bed for anything other than the bathroom, nor do I want to try.
I also have Chubby Hubby waiting in the freezer for me. It's been there for a whole day and I can't eat it :(
The only plus of all this is that I weigh 173, which I haven't weighed in years XD
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