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london
berrylands to be more exact, where the beer flows like wine. i am renting out a room that is about the size of a walk in closet but the rest of the house is nice. every morning consists of toast and jam with a cup of tea, not just any tea mind you, earl grey tea, my favourite.
yanks and mates
so over the past week i have been running into and hanging out with all the americans i have been coming across. with ninety or so new faces it takes two or three times to remember a name and sometime more than that. the name i have come across the most is megan. there also seems to be a lot of people from michigan. but for the most part they seem to be fairly nice. so far as a group we have gone down to brighton and into central london. there has been talk of paris this weekend but there hasn't been any confirmation of that idea yet. i've also been out to twickenham as well, my old stomping ground. i met up with ian and some others there, hit up the moon under the water, the sorting room, and what was formerly known as rj's. it was pretty cresent-fresh but i made it a point not to get drunk so i would spend so much but they ended buying me drinks instead. it would have been wrong of me to say no, right?
in the mix
radiohead: pablo honey
flamming lips: transmissions from the satellight heart
postal service: give up
unkle: psyence fiction
dirty three: horse stories
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the lemon of pink
2003
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sonic nurse
2004
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the bug
so my mom computer has a virus that has limitted my use of her computer, as a result i haven't been able to update this page. so i'm at my brother's house using his computer. and soon i'll be in england which means updating could be inconsistent. so for all of you who read my webpage, all two of you... if that, sorry for the lack of updates.
gone by wednesday
'i watch the patch-work farms slow fade into the oceans arms. sit back and release your fears, the stale taste of recycled air'
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one man band
check this out. its really quiet so adjust accordingly. [i'm working on the link...]
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the world is safe for now
last week i ordered for the first time an item from ebay (which makes me the last remaining person in north america to have an ebay account... it's sad when canandians beat you at anything). i ordered risk II (for the pc) for a penny plus shipping and handling. pretty sweet huh? i got it in the mail today and gave it a go. i think this should satisfy my desire for world domination for now.
well after its long awaited debut i thought, i'm gonna get this cd as soon as i can. then i got it 18 months later. everybody i've talked to and the reviews i've read said the postal service: give up was disappointing. i admit it wasn't what i expected but i still like it. this keeps the total of ben gibbard projects i don't like at zero.
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everything thats keeping me together is falling apart
(god i love modest mouse lyrics. isaac brock, you rock. but only when the good times are killing you.) today was my last day working at camp snoopy. it was kind of slow and i didn't have a whole lot to do. but i had to say goodbye over and over again to many many people which sucked. i hadn't really given it much thought before today, saying goodbye to the people i worked with, the people i've gotten to know over the past few weeks, months, and years. perhaps i hadn't thought of it because i subconsciencely try not to show negative emotion. therefore i guess i'm not good at goodbyes. i kept my leaving low key until this weekend when i casually let people in on the news. and as always the news spread like wildfire. last night as the general manager was walking by he stopped and talked to me and wished me well in whatever i was doing in the future. how the news got to him is beyond me but i guess i was pleasently surprised by our encounter. and as for the rest, the people in my department who didn't know i was leaving, at one point or another they will find out that i left, and if for just one second they'd pause and think of me in a good light i'd consider myself lucky. not because i tried to be 'the team lead of the people', but because they remembered me as a individual person and not a number or a team lead. but anyway leaving was tougher than i thought, not beacuse i loved the job (sarcasm), but because i loved the people. it was a difficult departure but a necessary one.
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here comes the sun
thats right... the sun is out the sky is blue its beautiful and so are you. wrong song but right idea/band. the past few days have been nothing but mud and grey so it was nice to see the sun break through that grey cotton candy in the sky. i'm tired regardless.
the end of an era
this sunday will be my last day of work at camp snoopy. i finally submitted my two weeks notice and just a tick under eight years. sadly it has become a sort of way of life for me. whatever i did i always had a job at the camp, which was nice option. i will miss certain things/people... and other things/people not so much. perhaps this will motivate me enough to seriously look for a job when i return from england... a real job that is.
(hardly) par for the course
golf has become the post softball sport for me. not that i had a real desire to learn but after an invitation to play with friends and playing for just the second time in my life my scores were comparable to everyone else's. i can't get much worse can i? but its a good way to get outside and enjoy the weather. even if it is 52 degrees (10 degrees C).
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