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| Tuesday, November 4th, 2008 | | 6:47 pm |
AYAYAYAYAYA! Can't sleep! Obama! | | Wednesday, August 13th, 2008 | | 9:10 am |
Joe Pollock! Tonight! 8 p.m.! Neutral Ground, 5110 Danneel St., New Orleans. | | Monday, May 12th, 2008 | | 9:31 pm |
New Orleans
Joe and I will be in New Orleans August 12-17th! | | Sunday, April 13th, 2008 | | 5:35 pm |
Joe and I have a contract to buy a house! | | Monday, August 27th, 2007 | | 11:21 pm |
I just bought a 2007 red honda fit. Woohoo! | | Friday, October 6th, 2006 | | 6:42 pm |
Okay, so someone posted on the new orleans group about this website where you can look for unclaimed property. I thought about searching it, but was sure i wouldn't have anything...sure enough, one of my friends looked for me and tipped me off that the louisiana department of revenue owes me $80. Woohoo! Check it out: http://www.treasury.state.la.us/ucpm/ucp/claim/simplesearch.asp | | Tuesday, August 29th, 2006 | | 11:01 am |
What I posted on August 28, 2005, having arrived about a week earlier in Charlottesville: I am utterly sick about Katrina. My stomach is in knots, and I've been teary on and off all day. Going to Tulane was one thing, but I know that many of the people that I worked with will be among those who can't make it out of new orleans as they rely solely on public transportation. MSNBC has had excellent albeit doomsday-like coverage of the storm, including shots of folks lining up outside the superdome for shelter. In one of those shots, I clearly saw one of the dishwashers from the hookah. He's younger than I am and appeared to be there all alone. Colin - If New Orleans does get destroyed, I will probably try to change my flight arrangements for the end of September to San Francisco instead. Or maybe Miami? Or Austin? But let's not think about that... Those of you who have been through a hurricane evacuation in New Orleans know what this is all about. For the rest of you, I cannot stress the absolute catastrophe that appears to be about to occur. If New Orleans is hit directly, there will be massive destruction to the extent that New Orleans could be completely uninhabitable. New Orleans is my home, and I am absolutely distraught over the pending devastation. More updates about grad school later... | | Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006 | | 3:19 pm |
Oh, hello livejournal!
So, Joe and I, having spent the weekend in DC, beefed up our collection of vinyl handsomely. So, I've spent most of my Wednesday off just goofing around the house and listening to records. I haven't even showered yet. I guess I have to take my ring back to the jeweler's today so they can send it in for sizing. When I first got the ring, they gave me a little metal sizer to wear for a little bit so I could show off the ring for a few days before sending it in, but I've since had a bad allergic reaction to the sizer, so I guess it's time to take it in. It's supposed to take two weeks to get the ring back, and now I don't want to part with it! I've shown it off to most people, but now I won't have it at Joe's birthday party. Ah well. | | Friday, August 18th, 2006 | | 4:27 pm |
So, holy shit, Joe and I got engaged. Details to follow. No date has been set, though he wants it to happen in spring. I'm waiting until the engagement settles in to start thinking about it. The only certainty is that it will be in charlottesville, so, whenever it is...y'all best be here! | | Friday, June 9th, 2006 | | 9:39 am |
In short: I started a new job, my cell phone is on the blink, and we're moving this weekend. These are all reasons why I have been poorly out of contact. But- come visit this summer, y'all! Joe bought me a guitar the other day! Danny is in town with a show tonight. Looks like a long day/night is ahead of me... | | Monday, April 24th, 2006 | | 1:24 am |
I am too big of a dork to not write about the fact that OMFG I HAD BRUNCH WITH WILCO!!! After going to see the Wilco show in williamsburg last night, Joe and I were walking up the C'ville mall when I spot Nels Cline, whom I'd met previously courtesy of Eric, and go over to talk him. I inquire as to whether or not I can take them to my restaurant for brunch, and they accept. After seating them at Escafe, they asked Joe and I to sit with them, so we did. Since we both love Wilco, and I'm into Nels' independent work, and I have the New Orleans thing in common with some of the members, it was very easy talking to them. They were very down to earth and wonderful. We parted ways, and they invited Joe and I backstage that night along with our friends Will and Susan. Nels also promised me some of his not-quite-released music, which I was really excited about. After Jeff and Devon's party, Joe and I headed over to the show, where we found a spot right in front to enjoy the show from. We were among a handful of people backstage after the show, and, true to his word, Nels had a handful of cds waiting for me. The guys were amazing - hugging me and kissing me on the cheek in thanks for our hospitality. In turn, we handed off a stack of cds from our local friends. A truly great moment and great exchange. I could ramble on and on about the band, the shit we talked about, the praise of my new orleans accent, etc., but I'm too tired to document the whole goddamned thing, and I suppose it can be summed up by saying that this was an amazing weekend for Joe and I, and an incredible experience. I've had the luck to meet many outstanding musicians, but never have been given the opportunity to sit down and shoot the shit for such a long time with my favorite fucking band. Wheeeee. | | Tuesday, April 18th, 2006 | | 12:53 pm |
So, Joe and I spent Easter up in Georgetown (DC) with Greg (his pseudo-father) and his eccentric mother. Things went well. We made time to see Ian and Neha, which was fun. D.C. was great as always, and I got to see the baby panda. And here's a little picture of me and my man.  Peace, bitches. | | 12:53 pm |
Colin Williams: So the other day I made a chart of what all my friends are doing with percentages Amanda: percentages? colin williams: here, I 'll send it to you Jazz Musicians.............................7. ................39% Grad School/too busy to think..............5.................25% Licking wounds of traumatic breakup........4.................21% Emotionally distant relationship...........3................ .16% Contemplating Law/Med School...............3.................1 4% Quit Grad School to become bartender.......1.................4.5% Emotionally fulfilled......1..........4.5% | | Sunday, April 9th, 2006 | | 2:16 pm |
...as Katie inquired. Since I office spaced grad school about a month ago, here is a little update on my life. *I am now a manager/bartender/whatever whatever at my restaurant. If you live in C'ville, you should come have lunch in my bar. *Joe moved in with me, and, as I write this, he is in his music room playing some sweet acoustic guitar. He's pretty much wonderful. *Haven't read a single goddamned line of latin or greek, and haven't missed it. I do plan on keeping up with Latin, however. Greek can piss off. *Conjunctivitis. *I saw the following shows: Cracker (unplugged?), the silver jews, the trio with johnny vidacovich, jen and keith morris and joe pollock and friends, lauren hoffman and devon sproule. In the next two weeks I will see Neko Case, Joe (again), Ween, and Wilco (twice). *I did some laundry. Peace, bitches! | | Wednesday, March 8th, 2006 | | 1:58 am |
An elaboration on the previous post: I had intended to make a spring break journey to NOLA for awhile. In no way did I quit grad school and then run away to new orleans. Rather, I quit grad school from the aiport on my way to new orleans. New Orleans. Is tripping me the fuck out. So much so that I just spent $200 to get the fuck out of here tomorrow afternoon. There is no one downtown. The city is a ghost town, except for uptown. It's utterly frightening: seedy individuals and gutter punks running the streets of the quarter unlike never before. I saw a bar fight happening in 13. Eric Klerks has a girlfriend? I went to Tulane and the campus was better groomed that it ever has been, but students are living in a trailer. There are six miles worth of flooded out cars under the i-10. In some areas of uptown, trash collection has inexplicably not been happening recently. The hookah, one of the most successful business stories in new orleans, is struggling. Gil sounded less than optimistic, even though he was quick to re-open. The people aren't here. There isn't money to spend. Everyone is weirder, drunker, and fatter. Perhaps I should have come during carnival time, when some celebration would be occuring. Now all I see is a town that's dead by 11 p.m. of whatever little life it had before. Boarded up rite aids with trailer pharmacies in their parking lots. SIX MONTHS LATER AND NO GODDAMN STREET LIGHTS ON CLAIBORNE. MY fucking taco bell and mcdonald's are closed, too...not to mention the tons of legitimate businesses. I'm in a gorgeous vacant hotel, where I wonder if tourists were trapped for days. There are no lucky dog carts. I want to be optimistic about things, but the day to day operations of things seem to bode that the worst may be yet to come. I can't blame scott for packing up and saying he would never go back to new orleans again. I can't bear to be in the town I had adopted as my home... | | Tuesday, March 7th, 2006 | | 11:46 am |
Finished.
I just sent the e-mail. I am not going back to school on Monday. I'm on my way to New Orleans right now, and will return to Charlottesville on Friday to start the next chapter in my life. | | Tuesday, February 14th, 2006 | | 1:10 pm |
I bought $200 worth of fine wine last night. I have to work in the restaurant tonight. Getting excited about Ovid again. Got on a spinning bike again last night. Current Music: Jack-A*s | | Tuesday, January 17th, 2006 | | 2:46 am |
Tomorrow I will adopt a kitty, which I will encourage to nap on the Oxford Latin Dictionary in order to procure a heartwarming snapshot of grad student life. | | Friday, January 13th, 2006 | | 2:48 pm |
Admission
I was in target a few days ago, purchasing sundry items and a new bookshelf. Carting down the aisle, minding my own business, lost in thoughts of home decor, I looked down to discover some foreign items in my shopping cart. I eventually came to the conclusion that I had accidentally started pushing someone else's shopping cart. Was there anything to do in this situation? I looked both ways, abandoned the cart, and went to find my own cart, which I had left at the end of the aisle. Since I've lately been thrust under a deluge of karma, I quickly tried to decide what the right thing to do was. Coming to no conclusion, I laughed and went to the check-out line. I don't think etiquette could possibly demand anything in this situation, yet I felt bad. And then I got bit by karma. Having turned down an option to go out, and to a small get-together with the "second year boys and Dan club" in favor of putting together my new bookshelf, I was disappointed to discover the following: The frame of the shelf was nearly finished, when I realized that there was a cruel defect in the design. Lacking some of the necessary screw holes (holes for screws?), the structure was fatally flawed. I took it apart, boxed it up again, and will eventually haul it back to Target. So it goes. | | Wednesday, January 4th, 2006 | | 4:41 pm |
Days Sober: 2
Dream: It took place in a small classroom, at my high school, which wasn't my high school at all. We had gone from graduation straight to prom (which started at 6:30 sharp), to some sort of after-assesment attended by "seniors only." These circumstances would lead me to believe that I had just graduated from high school, but everything else made it evident that I was still in the same point of time I find myself stuck in right now: grad school. The session was lead by my undergraduate advisor, who was shorter, and with less hair. The topic of our intense attention was "What four people, historical, mythical, or known to you, would you choose to go along on ____ (x badass adventure)" . I'm depressed that I can't remember EXACTLY what the adventure was because, I thought to myself, this is a BRILLIANT and poignant question. I somehow mistook the question, though, and thought I was only allowed to takewith me ancient folks or mythical heroes. I chose to take Hercules, Julius Caesar, Alexander, and I was very troubled about the forth. I was shocked when we started discussing it to realize that most people had decided to take real life people with them. As t.d. frazzle surveyed the class, he drew remarkable pictures of those chosen on the board. For the lucky present who were chosen, he rendered exact replicas of their "senior pictures." I was embarassed (since this was many years later, though it seemed to not actually be) that I was wearing a nun's habit in my senior picture, recounting my former pious days and, I suppose, when I was devotely (read: never) Catholic. I can't remember who in the "class" (which consisted mostly of my fellow grad students and high school classmates) chose to take me along on their badass adventure as though I, in my nun's habit, would be one of the top 4 ass-kickers of all time. I was absolutely distraught when an old boyfriend's name appeared on the board. I was dumbfounded and embarassed that those present knew him, but was even more confounded as to why anyone could MISTAKE him for being worthy of a bad-ass adventure. I was further upset that my professor took it in stride, as though anyone would know the name of the great _ _. This sequence eventually gave way to a gathering at a log cabin, which was presumably my house. It seemed to be the holidays, and people just began showing up out of nowhere. Soon the house was full, and awkward interactions were bound to occur. Katie J. was there, with Jeff Doss in tow. I was astounded that Jeff was there. (He has a recurring role in my dreams in which he will appear, but refuse to talk to me.) The next to appear was Ray, with his entire family in tow (he someone had 5 parents). They had a lot of babies with them, and soon the house was full of thousands of people. I was frustrated because I couldn't give anyone the attention I wanted to. I introduced people and then had to run off to answer the door again. |
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