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Friday, September 14, 2001
 
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Thursday, September 13, 2001
 
AMEN TO THAT
Cindy(9/13) is so right on.

 
DUNNO
Rob and I talked over fatburger last night, trying to avoid the obvious subject. We failed, of course.

In general, I get annoyed at comments that tacitly support or condone terrorists who kill thousands of American civilians in such a manner. That being said, I have to readily acknowledge that I don't completely understand what is going on in the middle east.

Information in general is never without its slants or biases, but here are some of the more helpful sites I found during my research.
    FAQ (scholastic.com)
    Conflicting Views (scholastic.com)
    Timeline (scholastic.com)
    Maps (scholastic.com)
    Bin Laden (cnn)
    Who is Bin Laden (bbc)
This information is simplistic at best. Anyway, make sure to check out the red cross site if you want to help...

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Also, I wanted to apologize to Wendy (9/12). Sorry.

Wednesday, September 12, 2001
 
PARANOIA
First of all, we aren't even completely sure who is responsible. Even if the civilian-murdering-bastard-terrorists are Muslim, that gives me no excuse to feel the way I did today.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001
 
ANGRY
Thousands of completely innocent civilians were murdered today.

It is terrorism on a scale far greater than anything America has ever seen. Listening to the news this morning, I was sickened to hear a few political analysts make their opportunistic jabs. I was disgusted to hear the occasional expert try to explain away evil with education. I'm not interested in pointing fingers or being high-minded. The way I see it, there are three things for me to do. I am to mourn with those who are suffering, support those who will bring the fuckers down, and get on my knees to pray.

You know, after it is all said and done, I know life will go on for me. I will continue to eat, sleep, go to work, and fall in love. But for so many other Americans, that is no longer the case.

 
TRAGEDY
We are all being sent home for the day. I can't believe what has just happened.

Monday, September 10, 2001
 
MORE CONTRASTS
I love fantasy sports. We've just started our football season. I had a horrible week, but the truth is that I know I'll be in the mix when its all said and done. Being reigning champion of football and baseball (one of our two leagues) is a mixed bag. While I love bragging rights, it also sends out a loser image. It's a balance. You want to win but don't want to be known as the guy spending twenties hours a day "researching" (the ultimate loser is the guy who has no life, researches too much, and still comes in 10th place). You know who you are out there!

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So I am a sports radio loving, fantasy sports winning, freak of a fan. I am also an insecure anorexic teenaged girl. Ever since I have returned from Cambodia, I have been obsessed with my weight. I have been 165 for a almost 6 years now, but when I got back from southeast asia, I was a staggering 155! That made it all worth it. I knew I'd get some of it back, but I wanted to keep it under 160. I have been weighing myself every day. Sad to say, I just hit the 160.5 mark yesterday. AAARRGggg. No more late night Pad Thai with Rob.

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I am completely demoralized. Reblogger, Geocities, and Blogger have all been acting up this weekend. It seems we've lost all our comments too. What's a guy to do? Can't really complain because its all free.

Now playing: Ivy ~while we're in love~

Sunday, September 09, 2001
 
GO BLUE GO!
As a loyal Children's Committee member, I accepted my role as Blue Team Leader in my church's Super Book Olympics. We gathered all the first through sixth graders and formed four teams to duke it out in bible, sports, and overall spirit competitions. The winners got a trip to Chucky Cheese.

My team came in second, but the Blue Team did get the coveted "Spirit Stick" more than any other team. In fact, we would have won if we didn't travel so much. (A lot of the kids, including this kid, took trips out of the country). I don't mind. An In and Out party is better than that scary robot rat anyway.

The girls wrote a great team cheer:
B... L... U... E...
We've got spirit you can see,
We're the BLUE team!
Yay yay yay!
(followed by insane shouting by the team leader)
NOTE: reblogger is down for a bit... oh well.

Saturday, September 08, 2001
 
CONTRAST, NOT CONTRADICTION
In some ways, last night was indicative of my Hairy Years. Some might call it a contradiction, but I say its just a striking contrast.

After work, I went to Koinonia, the young adult christian fellowship I love and hate so much. I was kind of worried about kicking off our new speaker series, but everything went well. I think that good things are on the horizon for our favorite dysfunctional church. I was even able to quote Bono in the end! Damn I love that guy!!!!
And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong

Walk on
Walk on
What you got, they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it

Walk on
Walk on
Stay safe tonight
After Koinonia ended, I ran off to meet Robbie in Silverlake. Spaceland was such a great, casual, diversely attended place. The Incredible Moses Leroy rocked (he's the guy in the Gap commercial). I think I am getting a feel for what kind of live shows I like. In general, I prefer the smaller venues. There is more of a connection with the performer. It's also nice to sit alone at the bar, sip my mandarin and tonic, and then have the headliner sit next to me and hit on girls. (more on that in a subsequent blog!)

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The hours of work are piling up. I will need to make up six hours on my 'day off' next week. What the hell, it was worth it.

Friday, September 07, 2001
 
BAND THEORY
You know, if U2 wanted to be the biggest band in the world, Belle and Sebastian purposefully want to be the smallest niche band in Hoboken. Originally starting out as a college project, the octet are musical purists who don't seem to play rockstar. Still, their good music and obscure vibe equaled popularity in the indie scene. Note to James: They are a perfect example of the Tipping Point.

The concert was much the same (see la times review). Musically, the set was beautiful and low key. They were very humble, with just enough banter to be polite. Band members were not introduced. No encore was given. They did everything they could to keep attention away from themselves. All about inclusion, they had fans come to sing and dance along.

Now conceptually I am really into that. Its about the music right? Make the crowd cheer for the music, but not for you. I'm down. Well, maybe not completely. The Wiltern is beautiful but that type of show (and their type of music) is better suited for a smaller venue. Show a little flair and do the damn encore.

Don't get me wrong. It was another wonderful night. I so love Thursdays. Who could complain about a yummy sushi dinner coupled with a beautifully melodic concert with Sam, Reg, and Cindy?

I wouldn't dare.