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Ponderings Before NYC

Every time I go into NYC I always get rushed with different feelings.

I am from a small town in Eastern Ct. Most of the people living there are Boston fans (like myself). My house was set back in the wood where you could only see the neighbor's house during the winter and all the leaves are gone, even then it was difficult to see.

I have not traveled all that far (see A Friend's Travels). Basically there is no reason for me to like New York City, but I do. I love the city, I love the city because when you say "the city" people know where you are talking about.

After high school all my friends split into different areas, and my good buddy Dave moved to the city for school also at the time I was dating a girl who moved to the city for school. The girl and I decided we should end our relationship before college, about a month after the start of school I started my trips to the city.

I was at school at UConn, and there is only one way to get from UConn to NYC if you do not have a car on campus, the bus. The God forsaken bus. 6 hours to get into the city, if there isn't any problems with traffic (there is always problems with traffic). I used to plan a day around catching the bus and sitting with screaming children and stinking seats to get into the city. I got a lot of classwork done then and to remind you how long ago that was I had a CD player with me and a HUGE folder of CDs to keep me occupied. I could tell you every song that reminds me of that time, that trip, and that girl. (side note)

I did this for the rest of my freshman year and into the early part of my softmore year. Early into softmore year the girl and i broke up but i continued to go down because my buddy Dave was in Manhattan and I liked being there. I used to fill up a water bottle of mixed drink and ride the bus.

The summer of softmore year I moved into the city. This was one of the best summers of my life, working for a production company as a PA and just running around the city doing crazy junk for comercials and music videos, oh yeah and drinking forties from my friends from MT deli.

After that experience I knew that I would have to be in the city as much as i can. I learned quicker routes and trains and now i even based my decision on where i was living on how close to the train station I would be (very close).

I know every trip to NYC is a fun one, and sometimes I go down and hang out with dave without even trying to go out. The trip down starts with some drinks on the train and then we start it off.

I am on my way down right now...

Pics to come

Reaffirmation of the Blog

I started this blog because I was upset at textamerica for shutting down the mobile blog that I started a while back. It was all pictures from my cell phone (at that time pretty terrible quality pics) and none of them really mattered but it was fun to look back to what you did a couple months earlier and see how important things at the moment change so quickly.

I was without a place to post my phone pictures for a good while until I was sitting around bored on the internet like usual and realized I could not look back, I could not see what I saw 3 months earlier, and so i felt like I cannot have that reassuring feeling that things pass. I then realized that I enjoy looking back so I can reposition for the future. I already had gmail and I assume Google isn't going anywhere for a long time (and won't back stab like textamerica). so I made Blogger my new home.

Posting pictures from my phone is the main reason for coming here. I give the links out to my friends and they can see what kinds of things I have been doing when they are bored, just as I would do. That was all that I set this account up for.

If you go to the archives of this blog you can see that a majority of the early posts are pictures with an occasional writing in it. Up until September 27th that is what I used this for until I made a realization. I like my old thoughts just as much as i like my old pictures.

I don't reread my posts often, in fact i don't think i have reread any of my posts in this blog. But it is reassuring that one day i can.

After i post a new entry i usually skip around blogger to see what i can find. I find random peoples blogs and read a couple entries to see what is going on with a complete stranger, I think that is fun. I hope other people have read this, people who I don't know, and just checked it out. I found a couple people's blog that I read on a regular basis, I don't know them, but to be able to peek into someone else's life appeals to me.

I realize that last line sounds creepy but that doesn't make it untrue. To post your life so the whole world can read it is a dangerous yet liberating action. Obviously I have secrets that I won't post and things that don't need to be in the public arena. I think the people of the posts that I read do the same thing, that is half the fun, trying to figure out "why are they posting this?".

I like doing this, and I guess it helps that I have a boss who is relaxed enough for me to waste some of my free time banging on the keyboard.

Old Man Basketball v.2

I injured my finger playing old man basketball last night. After saving a ball from out of bounds I ran into a stage.

I had a fun time playing although a little later in the game I broke on a fast break and ended up dunking on an older guy. I felt bad doing it because this is an older league and I hate to look like a showboat but during the play that was the only way I thought I would be able to score.

Also I haven't dunked in about 4 years, if not longer, so it was nice to see that working out and losing the 60 extra pounds (gained from self loathing) actually is working.

More Nostagia

This is one of the oldest pictures I have of myself digitally. I was working at Lisbon Summer Rec and running the small basketball camp we did there. I look like i am saying something important but I will let you in on a secret, I was just posing.

Look at all that hair I used to have...

Those old rec days where a good time.

Cold Weather Memories

It is interesting what your memory keeps and what brings it back to you. This weekend I was driving around town for some errands, it was nice out so I rolled down the windows (with the heat on inside) and tuned my XM to the Led Zeppelin channel.

As I drove the back roads of Seymour while listening to The Stairway in my two door standard hatchback, I flashed back to senior year of High school. It is obvious why this could have happened, on a nicer day in the fall 7 years ago I would have been doing the same thing. Different Town and Different Car but the similarities of both are quite astonishing.

My senior year of high school was pretty normal as far as I can tell, I played some sports, had my handful of friends that I hung out with, and I didn't want to be in high school any more. I have memories of my friends and I doing many things that I enjoyed, and that I will not divulge here(I don't feel the need to implicate my friends in things done out of youthful ignorance). And I have memories of the silly things everyone goes through during adolescence. In total I don't think i remember as much as other people, most of that time i was looking forward to the future and let the days just slip by.

One particular memory came to mind while I was driving this weekend, it is one of my favorite memories from high school. I don't remember exactly how it happened and how it worked out but at some point during lunch a bunch of guys in my grade said they have been playing football up on the old village green once a week. It was only about 6 guys and they played full contact. They asked if I wanted to play with them next time. I said yes.

These guys were not on top of the school's food chain, they did not hang out outside of their clique and mostly stayed away from everyone else. They weren't outcasts but they would not have been considered popular but high school standards. I also was on the same level but was in a separate group than them (my group dated, they didn't so much). Anyway that first day was about 8 guys playing tackle football out on the village green. We had a great time.

Deciding to make this a weekly ritual (I believe on Wednesdays) we told our friends and the next Wednesday the number of guys doubled. What the strangest part is who showed, it was a break from the cliques we all developed over the past 4 years. Since our graduating class was huge some of the people we played with that day I had not really spoken to. Guys from the popular crowd, guys from the band, guys from the goths, guys from the jocks, guys from college advance classes, and just the regular middle ground guys.

The teams split evenly since everyone was different sizes and levels everyone just picked someone they thought they could play against and we played. It was a mix of people that i never thought would be in the same place at the same time.

The next week it rained. I assumed that less people would come. I was incorrect. More guys came, and I made another observation, there where no guys from any lower grades. Without specifically making the rules, the rules were followed, only our grade and no girls. This was basically most of the guys from our grade who weren't playing a sport or had something else that obligated them not to be there. Since it was raining the green turned into a mud pit. Guys who never talked to each other now tackling each other in the mud, everyone wanted to win but it always ended in everyone laughing. I remember blood and bruises but no truly bad injuries, we had no safety equipment and at no point was there any shouting or fighting.

Looking back today, that was our Fight Club. After that week there was a couple more Wednesdays before it go too cold or the sun was down too early. Every week was a new battle and I remember during classes nodding to the other players because we didn't want too many people knowing about it. After the Wednesday football ended the common bond we all had faded, we all went back to our cliques and I don't think I have talked to anyone I played with about it ever since.

Entertaining

I just read this blog and it made me laugh so i figured i would link it up here.

I remember my first Hotmail email account...
It was terrible

Open Source The World

There are options to everything you do. I think that is the important information that people need to know. On your computer you use a word processor, you use microsoft word. Everyone does or has, it is the standard in computers, people use it because they do not know of other options.

We are not stuck in a world where we do not have choices.

Open Source is people making things that work the way they want it. If something doesn't run correctly you can fix it, you are not mandated to accept things and wait for the next $20 version update. The last source of freedom is our computers and the internet, Open Source is helping that.

Oh yeah, and it is free.

Check out OpenOffice.org and see if you like it. Also Mozilla Firefox, I like to support the betterment of things especially if it isn't based on money.

Nice pic

Thanksgiving

You know for the kids

Future rock stars

The bathroom pic

Oh geez

A kids bear

Always funny

A spitter

Paulys sons bday

fun times

see the next post for the win

Drinks?

New bar new pee

Mr sans fun

Peeing is fun

Delish

Balls for dinner

Wish you were here

The Weekend

I am looking forward to the weekend.

I will be hanging out with my brother and sister in law tonight for some dinner and drinks. I don't have any real plans for Saturday yet but I think I will be able to get some things done around the condo and then on Sunday i am playing in a Volleyball Tourney.

Not a bad little weekend.

Lost At The Beach House (Part 2)

The ending of a good summer time...

The Best part about living in a new area is when I go to Stop and Shop I don't have to run into half of my old high school.

Lost at the Beach House

Part one of a fun Summer Movie...

Free Rice for Free Time Killing

I am not what people call environmentally aware. I drive a small car not because of the gas crisis but because I don't like paying for gas, i buy long lasting low power light bulbs not because I don't want to waste but because i don't like paying extra electric bills, and I don't donate money at the supermarket when they ask me because i find that to be completely unacceptable to bother me when i am just trying to get some food and get home.

But what I do like is fun little internet things. To the right is a banner linked to www.freerice.com. This is where you play a game trying to get definitions correct and while you are doing it you are also donating Rice to the UN. Donating rice is good and all, the real fun is trying to get the words correct, I wasted about an hour just trying to get a lot of words right and I ended up donating a boatload of rice.

This is a smart way to setup a donation website and I suggest everyone check it out.

The hospital hallway is creapy

Interesting Blogs V.1

I had a long busy day today.

I always notice that if i have a busy day then the day flies, but the last hour it calmed down. And instantly i am bored, and what else to do when you are bored but to check out the internet.

I found a neat blog called ToDoList. I think it is clever because everyday i make these lists of what i have to do that day and some of the lists mix work and my actual life. Those are the ones that i look at at the end of the day and entertain myself.

My personal favorite part of a list is when i get to crumple it up and throw it away.

The only thing keeping me awake today

Crazy IKEA

Home sweet home

My night at the casino

My brother wins alot

8 ball here i come

Unbrella corp. hits foxwoods

Fred likes to play

Drinks equal the win

Casino fun and you

Fun at the casino

The elusive black chip

Louise browne always wins

The lab

Bobby @ the lab

Trip home to hang out with the brothers