Dang it All
Trials and Travails of a 20-something
Wednesday, February 26, 2003

Let your literary compositions be kept from the public eye for nine years at least.
- Horace

Music playing right now: Bif Naked - I Love Myself Today

Is it sad when I'm more concerned about haloscan being down than I am about the current state of affairs with Iraq? I think so. I've become addicted to blogging.

I finished my short story a couple of days ago. I'm not really all that satisfied with it, but I don't feel like writing any more of it, so I guess it's done. I do think that I'm getting a bit better with dialogue. At least I hope so. Also finished up my first article for the school paper today. Wrote a review of white blood cells, the white stripes latest cd. It's been a writing week. Adios for now.

Apparently some people around here just got fed up with the lack of nightlife in Longview.

Tuesday, February 25, 2003

I live in Texas.
It's almost March.
There is absolutely no reason it should be this freakin' cold.

Monday, February 24, 2003

Few people think no more than two or three times a year; I have made an international reputation for myself by thinking once a week.
- George Bernard Shaw

Music playing right now: CCR - Have You Ever Seen the Rain

Random Thoughts

* Sleep is never quite so sweet as when you're not supposed to be doing it.

* When I hit 76 mph in Edgar, my antenna ball starts banging against the roof. It still freaks me out every time.

* I try to live every day as if I'm going to die tomorrow. But if I was going to die tomorrow, would I really be going to work today?

* A sigh is just an unrealized kiss.

* The woman in you is the worry in me.

Sunday, February 23, 2003

I knew this was going to be a good day when I bent down to pick something up in the shower this morning and when I stood back up I managed to turn the water on by smacking the faucet with my head.

Saturday, February 22, 2003

Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
- P.J. O'Rourke

Music playing right now: something by Ben Harper

I'm feeling very intellectual, bohemian, and artistic tonight. I'm sitting around, listening to Ben Harper, drinking tea, and reading short stories by D.H. Lawrence. Does it get any better?

Wednesday, February 19, 2003

Tuesday, February 18, 2003


Six months down, hopefully many more to come. Although in the future I think I should shave before I take pictures. Adios for now.

P.S. Anybody who says we don't have fun here doesn't know what they're talking about. Click here to see how I spent my saturday night. Warning: Your eyes will be subjected to the sight of me shirtless and somewhat covered in shaving cream.

Monday, February 17, 2003

If life is a box of chocolates, today was the orange cream.

The world needs anger. The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough.
- Bede Jarrett

Music playing right now: Rob Zombie - Never Gonna Stop

I just got back from a most frustrating outing.

It all started Saturday. I decided it was time to go deposit the paychecks that had been accumulating on my desk for a while. I knew it was Saturday, but figured my bank would be open 'til at least noon or so. So I got all my checks together, trudged out to the car, drove over to the bank, and found that my lousy bank isn't open at all on Saturday. Needless to say, I was a bit annoyed.

I attempted again today. I made it all the way to the bank and was almost inside. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that the doors were locked and there was a big sign on the door announcing that they were closed. Freakin' President's Day. If I don't get the day off, I don't think they should either.

Being repulsed at the bank, I moved on to my next errand: Getting a haircut. I figured it was about time. My last haircut was back in August. 6 months is just about long enough to wait. I had exactly 1 hour and 15 minutes between work and class, which is plenty of time as long as I didn't get stuck between a bunch of other people. Unfortunately, luck was just not with me today. I arrived to find that a group of what looked to be 8 or 9 year olds had taken up 4 slots right before I got there. And they were all getting blue highlights in their hair. What does a 9 year old need blue highlights for? So now my haircut plans were quashed. Which is annoying, given that this was basically the only time I had all week to get it done.

I've also decided that I need to stop driving past the hospital. That route takes me by too many old people. I can say without exaggeration that I drove at 20 mph for a good mile and a half behind one cadillac. Come to think of it, it was probably that grandmother's fault that those 9 year olds made it in front of me. Oh well, I guess it'll all just have to wait until later. Adios for now.

Sunday, February 16, 2003

How did she hurt me? Was it the day when she raised her arm to wave at someone across the street? The day when no one came to open the door to me, and then she appeared with her hair all ruffled? The day when she was whispering with him on the embankment? The thousands of times she made me hurry here and there?
But this has nothing to do with aesthetics; this is grief. I wanted to count my memories of happy moments, and all I can remember is the pangs I suffered.
Never mind, they serve the same purpose. My love story with her is not made up of dramatic scenes but of moments filled with the subtlest perceptions. So should a poem be. But it is agony.
- Cesare Pavese, 28 Feb., 1935

Copied from The Assassin's Cloak

Have you ever had a day when you just don't feel like doing anything? I've been awake now for all of 3 hours and I'm ready to go back to bed.

College is a place to keep warm between high school and an early marriage.
- George Gobel

Music playing right now: Dixie Chicks - White Trash Wedding

Memorable things from my day:

Surfer chicks
Dreadlocks down below knees
"How's your mom? Still turning tricks down there?"
Slippery shaving cream
New scar on my chin
New artwork on dave

Adios for now

Saturday, February 15, 2003

There is nothing in the world more annoying than getting a piece of apple skin stuck in your teeth for 3 hours while your tongue picks at it over and over.

Friday, February 14, 2003

Love is such a tissue of paradoxes,
and exists in such a endless variety of forms and shades
that you may say almost anything about it that you please,
and it is likely to be correct.
- Henry Finck, via Nerve-Wracking

Music playing right now: The Eels - Mr. E's Beautiful Blues

It's time for a special Valentine's Day link-a-thon! So many good words out there about this holiday. On both sides of the spectrum.

Alex over at Brokentype wrote an educational and very interesting piece on the origins of the diamond engagement ring.

Sour Bob is one of the few bloggers who seems to actually enjoy the holiday.

Davezilla did us all a great service and provided the link to My Creepy Valentine, just in case you're still not sure what to get that special someone.

The good people over at Bathtub Gin are hosting a Valentines Day party that I will unfortunately not be able to attend, although danie may stand in for me.

Dave Barry contributes a special Valentines Day poem.

Catifabulous is not a big fan of today's holiday.

And so I wish you a very happy Valentines day today, whether you spend it with that special someone or just go hang out with friends all night. However it turns out, may it be memorable. In words stolen from Samantha's blog, "i hope you have a great one too regardless of the commercializedpiggyfacistoverplayedoutforabuckbullshitofaholidaythatweknowasthedayof-unreasonableexpectations aka valentine's day." Adios for now.

Thursday, February 13, 2003

This school was on top of a hill so that God could see everything that went on. It looked like a cross between a prison and a church and it was.
- Quentin Crisp

Music playing right now: Stranglers - Golden Brown

Another preview weekend is upon us. After working in admissions at this school for 3 semesters now, I've started to notice a few things about previewers. They all look exactly the same. They're so incredibly easy to pick out of a group. The guys are all ill at ease and either shy and quiet or trying to look cool. The girls are really the ones who pull off the preview thing the best. I don't know if it's because they're more mature or what, but they actually look like college students. The guys though, just look like dorks.

Looking at these prospective students, I think back to my own days previewing at this place. Did I look that nerdy? Did I look that out of place? And I think I can answer that with an emphatic "Yes." I was so awed by college. Not even really this college in particular. I think it was just the institution in general. It was "college." The time when I finally got to leave home, strike out on my own, rule my own life. And it scared the shit out of me. Of course, now I feel the same way about graduating college and entering the real world. Oh well. Adios for now.

Wednesday, February 12, 2003

Why do they put the Gideon Bibles only in the bedrooms, where it's usually too late, and not in the barroom downstairs?
- Christopher Morley

Music playing right now: John Wesley Harding - I'm Wrong About Everything

In honor of the upcoming evil holiday:

Sexy Things...................................Not-So-Sexy Things
Cotton Underwear..........................Long Underwear
I-Just-Woke-Up Hair......................I-Just-Woke-Up Breath
Pajama Pants..................................Hammer Pants
Marvin Gaye...................................Liberace Gay
Strawberries 'n' Whipped Cream.....Strawberries 'n' Whips
Wine in a bottle..............................Wine in a box
Talking Dirty..................................Getting Dirty
Back Massages...............................Back Hair
D.H. Lawrence................................Joey Lawrence
Better Than Chocolate..............Chocolate Willie

Tuesday, February 11, 2003

People do not sing when they are feeling sensible.
- W.H. Auden

Music playing right now: Cranberries - I Just Shot John Lennon

I've had a bad habit for as long as I can remember. I sing along with any music that I hear, whether it be on the radio, in a movie, on an elevator, you name it. It doesn't matter if I don't know the words, or the song for that matter, I'll just kind of make up words that sound like they should fit. I was sitting at my computer today, trying to do something productive today despite being sick, and was listening to David Gray. I started singing along and almost immediately collapsed into laughter. With a stuffed up nose and general lack of energy I sounded pretty much like somebody had permanently attached my tongue to the back of my teeth.

Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I can't have fun. I unearthed my copy of the Spice Girls and turned on Wannabe. If you can imagine a version of American Idol being introduced into the Special Olympics, you'd have a pretty good idea of what I sounded like.

"O! uhl 'ell oo wat I uhnt, wat I 'illy 'illy uhnt! O 'ell ee wat ooh uhnt, wat ooh 'illy 'illy uhnt!"

You never know, I could be the next Ricky Martin. I think I've got what it takes. Adios for now.

Health is merely the slowest way someone can die.
- Author Unknown

Well, I thought I was going to make it without catching whatever Dave had. I should've known better. I woke up last night around 4 shivering with a sore throat, headache, and a stuffed up nose. I'm just hoping mine goes away faster than his did. Have a healthy day. I'm going back to bed. Adios for now.

Monday, February 10, 2003

Sunday, February 09, 2003

I've been racking my brain for the past week trying to come up with a question as good as Sarah B.'s. But the start of a new week is upon us. And I have yet to come up with one. So I'm just going to steal hers. I don't think our readers overlap that much. And if you do happen to read both of us, please forgive me.

If you could hand-pick three other people to play Spin the Bottle with, who would you choose?

Saturday, February 08, 2003

Friday, February 07, 2003

A Letter is a Joy of Earth - It is denied the Gods
- Emily Dickinson, 1885

Music playing right now: Henry Rollins - African Safari

Ok, so I stole the idea from The Plug, but it was such a good idea I couldn't just let it rest. I sent out a bunch of letters to random people across the US. Just picked their names from good ol' whitepages.com. Included a stamped postcard for them to send me something back. Got my first response today. There's nothing like a piece of unexpected mail to brighten your day.

Have a wonderful day. Say hi to somebody you don't know. Adios for now.

Thursday, February 06, 2003

I am fond of children - except boys.
- Lewis Carroll

Music playing right now: Hole - Celebrity Skin

The year was 1987. The place was Ankara, Turkey. The boy was stupid.

Looking back at home videos of my earlier years, I really just wasn't that bright. The scene is Christmas day. My brother and I are standing amidst the clutter of another frenzied race to greedy bliss. We're both dressed in pajamas. I think I have some sort of two piece matching set that my mom found incredibly cute. My brother is dressed in a t-shirt and his superman underoos. Definitely a classy individual if ever there was one.

My dad is taping the whole fun-filled time for posterity with our old camcorder, the one that was later sold off at a garage sale so we only have movies until I was nine. My 7 year old brother notices the camera and shoots it a huge smile, showing off the gap in his teeth that stubbornly refused to leave for 3 years of his childhood. Then he looks over at his younger, ostensibly dumber brother. Me. At 5 years of age, I hadn't yet learned to distrust him.

Michael leans towards me and starts beckoning. "Hey Daniel, look at me! Look at me! Daniel! Look at me!" Caught on video forever, my gullible former self looks up with a gaze of contedness and trust. My brother immediately kicks me in the shin. And then goes back to whatever present he was inspecting at the time.

It would be nice to think that since I was five, times have changed, relationships have become more sophisticated, people less cruel, skins thicker, but there still seems to be an element of that afternoon in everything that has happened to me since. All my other stories seem to be a scrambled version of that first one.
- paraphrased from High Fidelity

"...im gone but i'm still back where i started"

Do you ever wish you could go back to the days when spelling words upside down on your casio calculator was the coolest thing in the world?

Wednesday, February 05, 2003

Monday, February 03, 2003

Sunday, February 02, 2003

About Me

My wife thinks I'm awesome. Counter

Days since Dan entered into wedded bliss:

::Required Reading::
My beautiful wife
The Slot
A Capital Idea
eegah, eliot!
Practicing Myrtle
Obscure Store
The Plug


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