Friday, April 20, 2007

Yell It On the Mountain

Tonight I decided that I should go for a run. I made that decision around 6 pm. I actually went for the run around 10pm. Laziness is a blessed thing. So, I strapped on my new iPod nano armband (on clearance from the Shack) and headed out.

I didn't fully realize quite how few street lights there are on this fucking mountain. It was really dark out. It was made even worse because the cars that would drive by all had their high beams on, so I would go blind for a few minutes. Plus, there aren't any sidewalks, so I was running on the sandy, rocky strip on the side of the road, which caused me to trip a few times.

About twenty minutes into the run, after I had hit a part of the mountain that was so pitch black that I had to turn around, a pickup truck slows down alongside me. This dude, early 20's, is saying something to me. I take out my headphones to hear him. He's asking me who I am. I tell him that he doesn't know me, and that I'm not from around here. This doesn't dissuade him from asking me questions. He's asks if I'm Garrett Someone, if I'm his friends cousin, if I know one of his friends. I keep telling him he doesn't know me. I increase the pace of my jog and put my headphones back on to indicate that the conversation is over. Then he yells some other stuff at me. This time he's asking me if I need any help. Now I know the kid is drunk. I say that I'm fine. This seems to throw him off track for a second. Then he asks me if i have any drugs.

What the fuck? Why would I be jogging at night with drugs? And why the hell would you slow down on a dark, curvy, winding mountain road at night to ask a random jogger questions? The answer I think, as it is with most people, is that he was a douchetard.

Goodnight interwebs.

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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

RIP Kurt Vonnegut

I knew it wouldn't be long before Mr. Vonnegut Jr. kicked the proverbial bucket, but I guess I just wasn't expecting to come across news of his death as I was flipping through my Boing Boing feed. 

Kurt Vonnegut is my all time favorite author.  My first college girlfriend in college gave me a copy of 'Galapagos' freshmen year and since then I have been hooked.  I read 12 of his 14 novels and all of his published short stories.  'Galapagos' is still my favorite Vonnegut novel.  It's his most novel-like novel and it's main theme, that we're too damn intelligent for our own good, has always stuck with me. Even though  he hasn't published  a new novel in a long while, his  recent essays like 'God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian' were just as pointed and poignant and his older works.

It's a shame to see him go, but I think that it may have been a relief for him.  And, I can only hope that he's not really gone, but merely unstuck in time.

Kurt Vonnegut dies at 84 | - Houston Chronicle

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Monday, April 02, 2007

You have new Picture Mail!

some quotes from mike. "i like vicodin better than coffee in the morning." "i dont think its fair that they make you do work the whole 8 hours."