08
Apr 03

Weird Dreams

I had some weird dreams last night after I passed out from a few Long Islands tippled at Donn’s Depot. When I woke up fully clothed, diagonally in my bed at 5 am I sat up and wrote down what I remembered. Now I know some of the most boring things to hear are other people’s dreams so continue only if you like:

  1. In one dream, a thin man wearing a black striped sweater was standing in this avenue shooting random people with a scoped sniper rifle. The people were fleeing all over the place. He got a few of them and then looked and aimed in my direction, then shot, missing me. I guess this ticked him off so he kept firing at me. I ran and jumped and ducked to avoid the shots. I think this one is video game inspired.
  2. In another dream, I was apparently playing some game which involved wearing a harness and springing up to thirty feet in the air and then back down. The object was apparently to get to coin shaped objects near the ceiling before other players. This all took place in some sort of barracks or dormitory with bunk beds.
  3. Another dream involved being on a TV show. Evidently, I played some part in a television sitcom. The weird part was that when I watched it later I realized that my whole life I had thought I looked a certain way, the person I see in the mirror. It wasn’t until I saw myself on television that I realized I was instead a tall Indian man with dark hair and brown skin and heavy eyelids. I felt stupid for not knowing what I really looked like. I’ve been having a lot of India related dreams lately.

05
Apr 03

Residence Hunting

My roommate and I have been looking for a new place for the past couple of weeks and just today found the greatest duplex for rent in a nice older neighborhood of Austin near some of the best parks (which Austin is known for). I hope we get it. I will know by Tuesday and I’m keeping the old fingers crossed.


03
Apr 03

B-Day Rundown

Wow. Yesterday had to be one of the more eventful birthdays I’ve had. The big 26. The night before Amy and I had a few drinks at Donn’s Depot and watched old people dance. Then the next morning my mom called early as she usually does on my birthday except this time she had some bad news. My stepdad’s father had passed away in the early morning hours. It wasn’t unexpected. He was 94 or so and had been suffering from dementia for the past two years. My mother kept saying “it’s a blessing, it’s a blessing really”. She has a very pragmatic attitude about aging and death. She has to I suppose since she manages an assisted living center. She sees people die all the time, many of them in pain, many who are ready to go having lived their lifes the way they chose. Sometimes I think she likes to seem more accepting of it and cooler than she really feels sometimes. But like I said, this was somewhat expected.

After rousing myself out of bed I made an appearance at work to make sure everyone knew it was my birthday and that I had the luxury of having the day off. I’m sure they really enjoyed that.

Later in the evening my mom came up with my brother and his fiancee for dinner at this local indian restaurant, The Clay Pit. My brother told some sick jokes including: Question: What’s black and blue and doesn’t like sex? Answer: The fourteen-year-old in my closet. Nice.

We went back and had some pie my mom had made especially for me. I made sure my roommate ate some. I like making him do things. Then after everyone left I called up some friends, James Stewart and his roommate Melissa. Then we all rendezvoused back down to Donn’s Depot with Susan and Steve, where I ran into my cousin Christy of all people. Everyone drank a good deal, hugged a good deal, and got a little loud. Then I went home and watched everything spin and watched a show about a guy with a twenty-five pound foot before passing out.

So the real question is: what did I get for presents?! Karen got me some very cool shirts I really like. My ex-roommate and ex-coworker, Jason, got me a really cool cinnamon Ralph Wiggum air freshener. Amy got me some nice shorts and awesome socks. In addition to buying dinner my mom made me a coconut cream pie from scratch! Susan and Steve got me some cool books including one Susan had given me the year before. It happens. Sara got me a Camillo Sivori CD (a very thoughtful gift for obvious reasons) and made me an old-school mix tape which I’m looking forward to listening to. I made out like a bandit. I’m looking forward to someone else’s birthday now. They’re so much fun.

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Me and my brother, Scott.


02
Apr 03

Happy Birthday to Me

It’s been a good one so far. I think this is the one where I start to feel really old.


31
Mar 03

yesterday

Yesterday I felt shitty almost all day. Tired, hungover, depressed for a number of reasons I won’t go into because I do have some pride. Plus I was at work which didn’t help. At one point, during the day I went outside to smoke (I smoke at work). As I was standing there waiting for some signal to feel better, I saw a small anole lizard with his skin turned dark brown to soak up the sun. And maybe even I was looking for some sort of signal I would have found one anyway, I felt like it was an omen and a message that I should stop wallowing it whatever it is I’ve been feeling. I decided that I ‘d need to take my mind of stuff and get some real sleep, start eating and try to stay busy. When I went home I laid down still in my clothes and took a nap.

A little while later Karen and Jason brought some great early birthday presents by and when they left I tried to watch On the Waterfront. I fell asleep for a bit on my chair, then I went into my room and slept for about 13 hours. The point is, today I feel a lot better.


26
Mar 03

A little more, a little less

The following is roughly 50-60 percent personal admission. Read at your own risk:

Is it reasonable to want and expect ever increasing happiness and excitement about life? Sometimes I think that I’m fighting against forces beyond my control. Like I’m wading in the Gulf of Mexico and taking swings at the waves. Sometimes I think that life is a trial and that the world is a giant millstone grinding us down into powder to be cast to the four winds, or maybe a meat grinder which sucks up everyone and spits them out in a spray tiny, bloody chunks of flesh and bone. If the course of things is ultimately beyond my control, why do I fight it? I’ve been thinking a lot about this in regards to the current world situation and how it relates to my own personality and worldview.

I long ago made the connection between my essential feelings of rebellion, dueling pessimism/optimism/fatalism, and overwhelming idealism and my early life experiences. I think my world view is almost certainly due to my experiences growing up. My father could be very strict and very authoritarian seemingly without purpose. He seemed to dominate my family just as a matter of course. I don’t mean to suggest that I had an unhappy childhood only that I grew up in an environment where I was told how to think and behave. It could be very chaotic and unpredictable. I never really knew when my father would be angry or if he wasn’t angry how long that would last. Anyway, this and the fact that I grew up believing God was an asshole who wanted people to burn in hell unless they accepted his grace (I was raised a Southern Baptist) caused me to feel rather cynical about power and authority. Anyway it just reminded me of this Camus stuff you might find interesting on the subject of rebellion:


    Camus drew three consequences from the existence of the absurd: “my revolt, my freedom, and my passion.” Decision was his, and his love of life led him to defy the absurd. In The Myth of Sisyphus, Camus drew those consequences from a reflection on suicide. In its sequel, The Rebel (1951), Camus expanded on his earlier themes. This time, murder provoked him. The twentieth century was proving that history is a slaughter-bench, drenched with disease, injustice, and especially man-made death. The absurd does not dictate suicide, but, Camus wondered does it legitimize murder?

    Again Camus answered emphatically “No!” If the absurd implies that everything is permitted, it does not follow that nothing is forbidden. Building on the insight that the most authentically human response to absurdity is to protest against it, Camus emphasized that such defiance is and should be fundamentally social and communal. Life is fundamentally lived with others. Absurdity enters existence not simply because one’s private needs go unmet, but because so many conditions exist that destroy family and friends, waste our shared experience, and rob human relationships of significance. Hence, far from dictating suicide or legitimating murder, the absurd should lead to rebellion in the name of justice and human solidarity. “I rebel,” wrote Camus, “therefore we exist.”

    Here, like Sisyphus, we face an uphill climb, because the rebellion Camus advocated is characterized by moderation. By moderation, Camus did not mean to say that our actions should be hesitant, dispassionate, or weak. But he did not want the rebel to become the revolutionary who so often destroys life under the pretense of saving it. “The logic of the rebel,” asserted Camus, “is to want to serve justice so as not to add to the injustice of the human condition, to insist on plain language so as not to increase the universal falsehood, and to wager, in spite of human misery, for happiness.” Camus was no pacifist. He knew that at times the logic of the rebel might even require the rebel to kill. But Camus’s true rebel will never say or do anything “to legitimize murder, because rebellion. in principle, is a protest against death.”

    As if the task of rebellion were not difficult enough, Camus once more reminds us that the rebel can never expect to escape the fate of Sisyphus: “Man can master in himself everything that should be mastered,” he wrote. “He should rectify in creation everything that can be rectified. And after he has done so, children will still die unjustly even in a perfect society. Even by his greatest effort man can only propose to diminish arithmetically the sufferings of the world.” Perhaps things would have been different if the world had been ours to create, but at least “man is not entirely to blame; it was not he who started history.” On the other hand, Camus added, neither “is he entirely innocent, since he continues it.” The task before us, Camus concluded, is “to learn to live and to die, and, in order to be a man, to refuse to be a god.”


24
Mar 03

Academy Awards

I went to the Alamo Drafthouse last night with Sara and her friend Jeannie to watch their presentation of the Academy Awards. It was pretty cool and totally random things happened during the ceremony. There were a few good moments like when Gael Garcia Bernal made one of the first anti-war comments:


Early into Sunday’s Oscar show, best supporting actor winner Cooper signed off his speech with a brief wish for peace, while Mexican actor Garcia Bernal said: “The necessity for peace in this world is not a dream but a reality. And we are not alone. If Frida (Kahlo) was alive, she would be on our side against war.”

All in all, it was an interesting experience seeing how celebrities deal with current events and likewise how that is received by their peers.


24
Mar 03

A break from war coverage

My mom sent me an email she had gotten from a family friend in Washington state. Apparently, some kid whose diapers I used to change (I made pocket money babysitting him and his sister when I was about fourteen or so) was in the local news in some human interest piece. The important thing to note is that I’m getting old. He’s got to be at least 11-12 now. I never thought I’d say “I used to change his/her diapers!” Here’s a photo of him from that TV news site. The weird thing is about getting old is that I don’t want to go back and I don’t want to go forward, and I say this each year so I guess I don’t really have a problem with getting older.


18
Mar 03

Look at what great friends I have

Dru messaged me out of the blue today to tell me something:

[18:57:17] her: Chris?
[18:57:21] me: dru?
[18:57:29] her: Pardon me for getting mushy…
[18:57:34] her: but I’m so glad that I know you.
[18:57:36] me: awww
[18:57:39] her: Thanks.

Isn’t she the best?