I'm here at the ranch right now. I'm waiting on my carpenter, who typically shows up late or forgets to call. I don't mind really; he lives
down the streeet and it's not an essential job. He's building the access hole to the roof. What I SHOULD be doing is pulling linoleum in the kitchen, but instead I'm baked and procrastinating. Well, this is not exactly so; I am doing some writing, refining the stuff on the blog into articles I've gotten published in the Independent, a monthly newspaper down here.
The Independent is such a rockin' publication, and if I've gone on about it before, forgive me. It's not set up Village Voice or NYPress tabloid style. It's printed on broadsheet and looks like a newspaper out of the 1900s with all the cool fonts and margin ornaments
you'd expect. It's a good 4 inches wider than the NY Times, like almost 2 feet wide!
Doug Stanhope: http://www.sacredcow.com/videos/media_doug.html
Sometimes I'm a fucking idiot. I'm dating a hot, smart, sexually adventurous woman, and yet I find myself with that typical male itch of wanting to bang other women. A lot of this I'm chalking up to the fact that it's spring and the Penn students are walking around in
full flower. Also, my internet is down and so my release valve (ie, internet porn) isn't an option right now. And man, I DO love women.
Most of the time I'm so aware that I've got a good thing going, I just sit back and appreciate it. I dunno. People are complex. A friend of mine who's also involved with a woman gave me this whole "but do you love her?" lecture a few weeks ago, and I all I could muster in response was "I don't fucking know, it's only been six months, dipshit!" The more he went on, the more I realized he was projecting his own doubts about his relationship with his girlfriend onto me. This is a guy who met his girl about when Melissa and I started dating, and within a few weeks he's got this whole thing going on between Maine and Philly. They're talking about getting married when he gets out of school, which is fine if that's your thing. Hey if you fall in love and it's the right person, go for it, just don't expect your model to be mine.
I was reminded of this conversation last week when I was listening to the Christian radio station; ever listen to that? The music always sucks and the preachers are usually downright scary or incoherent, but it's kind of fun to listen to in a background noise kind of way. Occasionally you get somone who says something that makes sense. This one fellow was going on about marriage and what marriage means; his conclusions were skewed WAY out of my orbit, but one thing he said that struck me. "The first few weeks/months/years of a relationship [and Preacher Casey was talking about marriage exclusively] you are head over heels for that person, and they can do no wrong. Over time however, you find yourself seeing the flaws and imperfections and begin to think "why can't she be like this," "why is he this way," "it would be better if" And I thought about my friend giving me this lecture about "sacrifice" and being "able to accept things about another person" and that eventually "you will have to make these sacrifices
too" and all I can think is...well, i don't know. "Fuck you" is a little too harsh to say to a friend who's overstepping his bounds. Maybe, "dude what the fuck are you talking about" is a better reaction.
down the streeet and it's not an essential job. He's building the access hole to the roof. What I SHOULD be doing is pulling linoleum in the kitchen, but instead I'm baked and procrastinating. Well, this is not exactly so; I am doing some writing, refining the stuff on the blog into articles I've gotten published in the Independent, a monthly newspaper down here.
The Independent is such a rockin' publication, and if I've gone on about it before, forgive me. It's not set up Village Voice or NYPress tabloid style. It's printed on broadsheet and looks like a newspaper out of the 1900s with all the cool fonts and margin ornaments
you'd expect. It's a good 4 inches wider than the NY Times, like almost 2 feet wide!
Doug Stanhope: http://www.sacredcow.com/videos/media_doug.html
Sometimes I'm a fucking idiot. I'm dating a hot, smart, sexually adventurous woman, and yet I find myself with that typical male itch of wanting to bang other women. A lot of this I'm chalking up to the fact that it's spring and the Penn students are walking around in
full flower. Also, my internet is down and so my release valve (ie, internet porn) isn't an option right now. And man, I DO love women.
Most of the time I'm so aware that I've got a good thing going, I just sit back and appreciate it. I dunno. People are complex. A friend of mine who's also involved with a woman gave me this whole "but do you love her?" lecture a few weeks ago, and I all I could muster in response was "I don't fucking know, it's only been six months, dipshit!" The more he went on, the more I realized he was projecting his own doubts about his relationship with his girlfriend onto me. This is a guy who met his girl about when Melissa and I started dating, and within a few weeks he's got this whole thing going on between Maine and Philly. They're talking about getting married when he gets out of school, which is fine if that's your thing. Hey if you fall in love and it's the right person, go for it, just don't expect your model to be mine.
I was reminded of this conversation last week when I was listening to the Christian radio station; ever listen to that? The music always sucks and the preachers are usually downright scary or incoherent, but it's kind of fun to listen to in a background noise kind of way. Occasionally you get somone who says something that makes sense. This one fellow was going on about marriage and what marriage means; his conclusions were skewed WAY out of my orbit, but one thing he said that struck me. "The first few weeks/months/years of a relationship [and Preacher Casey was talking about marriage exclusively] you are head over heels for that person, and they can do no wrong. Over time however, you find yourself seeing the flaws and imperfections and begin to think "why can't she be like this," "why is he this way," "it would be better if" And I thought about my friend giving me this lecture about "sacrifice" and being "able to accept things about another person" and that eventually "you will have to make these sacrifices
too" and all I can think is...well, i don't know. "Fuck you" is a little too harsh to say to a friend who's overstepping his bounds. Maybe, "dude what the fuck are you talking about" is a better reaction.
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