5.26.2007

the votes are in for best autobiography name... and the winner is-- me. i win because i say and because of the following- i cooked myself an omelet. after eating it, and coming to the realization that it was cooked to perfection, i realized my champion awesomeness. the egg based treat was wheat field gold, and it featured strength giving spinach, passion inducing sun dried tomatoes, euphorically danceriffic garlic, and mesmerizing light mexican cheese. i also rule because of my washing it down with a beer. and i might even walk across the street and buy a donut and a beer for lunch- which will commence in about fifteen minutes.

things to do today... see a pirate blockbuster. write a pirate blockbuster. make love to a pirate blockbuster. prep for beach camp fun. learn.

listening: ipod on random.

song: rock n' me

5.23.2007

so, i went ahead and started in on tender is the night. i love it. and i love my wife. and i love my baby that is not born. and the new yiddish book i bought. and i love my job. and i love what i write. and i love love. and george harrison, sadie, my friends, red headed stranger, life, feeling sorry for myself, netflix, dodgers, my family, camping, and everything that is important. and i am a bum with good intentions. my autobiography shall be titled: bum with good intentions.

what would your autobiography be called?

5.20.2007

so, i finished the road last night. it was quite entertaining. i haven't been reading as much as i should, but i think it got me back on track. i'm not really sure what to read next. any suggestions? i've got a handful of books on my shelf, so i probably won't listen to your suggestions, but throw them out anyhow.

5.16.2007

today is the final day of testing- which is nice. i'm kind of running out of things to do, i realize, but i'm sure i'll figure something out. i have to finish grades today and would like to get some writing done. i'm not really sure why i'm writing about any of this as it may prove boring for you feeble minded readers.

four cool things i saw yesterday: a dodger game with famed crooner brien downie, jayson belt, jason bateman, and my baby and its little heart. i would scan up a picture, but my printer is all messed up.

hmmm... anything else? i want to check out the new michael chabon book and i'm looking forward to deadwood coming out in june. i'm also going to go ahead and shed a few pounds. i believe i'm going fat. seeing as i'm loosing my hair at a very rapid pace (stress related, i imagine- like roger maris), i need to combat the oncoming downward spiral by becoming fit.

things to eliminate for a time: booze, saturated fats, candy, goldfish by the handfuls at 11:00 before bed.

5.15.2007

yesterday i made coffee at 6:00 in the morning. i had a little left at 9:45 in the evening and wouldn't you know it- the stanley thermous had it still decently warm. i was pleased.

5.8.2007

i've got a few minutes between testing and meetings, so i figure i'll post noncryptically for the first time about the baby. hmmm... yes, robyn is pregnant... yes, it was a bit of a surprise... yes, i am now excited...

robyn will be eight weeks along at the end of next week. she is a little queasy, but doing alright. i, however, kind of feel like that guy in the slow motion black and white stock footage who gets hit in the stomach with a cannonball... slow intense impact... flopping... wobbly... in the end, (i guess) the guy survives and winds up looking pretty cool, though. i'm not too worried. all i need to do is keep writing on that thing i'm writing on so i can sell it and chill in the park with my baby next year all day with sadie and the baseball game on the transistor.

strange things are afoot

my 2007 christmas present.

4.22.2007

watching the wire, watched the prestige, drinking an adult beverage, missing robyn. out.

4.20.2007

i'm listening to some harry potter, drinking a delicious newcastle, and eating a bowl of sauteed spinach, shrimp, and scallop- a new dish i have named ZONK! zonk is very very good. if i were a talented cook, one of those talented famous cooks, i'd name my new dishes like candy. Zonk, Buzork, Chew-Zappers.

if they happen to replay the food network awards- try and watch- if only for the appearance by albert pujols and his wife- presenting an award to "cheese burger and fries" for best comfort food combo.

and... way less crazy... and way more awesome... and quite charming

4.14.2007

this is a link to a cool simulation espn did with jackie robinson- supposing he had played third base for the dodgers last year (and this). it's pretty cool.

robyn leaves tomorrow for africa. i'll be all by my lonesome for a couple weeks.

4.12.2007

last night we went to a dodger game with alan and xio. it was a fun goodbye evening- some cha-cha, some free dodger dogs- quite an amazing time was had by all.

the seats were most definately the best i've ever had for a game. i saw ron cey, frank mccourt, tommy lasorda (sleeping as usual), and- oddly enough- kevin malone (former gm and darren dreifort benefactor).

i'm waiting for parents to come. i'm going to conference them.

4.10.2007

i just had a great sandwich... some good swiss, salami, turkey, prosciutto, mustard... very tasty (though mustard tends to hide the taste sometimes, so i'd probably do it dry next time).

sandwiches are probably my favorite food right now. i've all-time favorites and in the moment favorites. my all-time favorite food is probably fried chicken or chicken fried steak... or pizza.

off the top of my head, foods that have attained favorite status at some given juncture include (but are not limited to): sushi, pizza, home town buffet, china buffet, orange chicken, Velveeta mac and cheese, klamata olives, beer, mojo potatoes, cheese burgers, fried fish, chicken fried steak, fried chicken, fried shrimp, blackberry cobbler, peach cobbler, chicken fried chicken, fried zucchini, fair food, goldfish crackers, western bacon cheese burgers, ribs, kielbasa, onions, crazy bread, skippy peanut butter bars, minestrone, bloomin' onions, jalapeno poppers, arby sauce.

the above selections would be my last meal.

4.9.2007

i'm in a good mood. i spent the day away from my job at superzone inc. to work on some writing and watch baseball. i had a treatment that needed to be finished today and finish it i did. so, i am happy. hard work is the measure of a man. that's what they say at least. it's a good motto to live by. i'm glad; however, it's not good work is the measure of a man. it's easy to work hard. not so easy to work good. though i do good work, i am not measured by it.

this seems to me like a question for poor richard's stupid almanack to answer. good thing i sent my copy to the dump.

wouldn't it be funny if benjamin franklin somehow came from the past and entered the future- only to become obsessed with stuff magazine? the funny twist to the funny thing would be benjamin franklin taking stuff back in time with him. instead of inventing poor richard's almanack, he would go on to invent stuff magazine .

it seems every time i see juan pierre at bat, he grounds out weakly to first base. i think this is going to be a season long trend.

4.8.2006

i'm up too late trying to work on something i will finish in the morning. that is all for now. up way too late. procrastinaing way too much.

4.6.2007

jeff kent just struck out. looser. big fat looser.

i had sushi for dinner. now i get to grade state tests. i would rather be writing or playing a video game or something, but i don't really have a choice.

i can't think of anything witty right now. i wish i could. wit. witty wit wit.

when i think if wit, i think of benjamin franklin. he seems like he must've been a witty fellow. a pretty witty jerk.

three things i hate:

1. indie things
2. apathetic guys will be guys fast food commercials
3. benjamin franklin and his stupid poor richard's almanac and his stupid wit

4.4.2007

man, i need a detox from food. for lunch, i had a delicious value meal from kfc. for din-din, i ate at dupars. what did i eat at dupars?
a deep fried monte cristo sandwich with jelly, blueberry syrup, coffee, and chocolate cream pie. the chocolate cream pie was the healthy alternative to the cheese pie. yes. cheese pie. i almost got chicken pot pie, but i didn't think i could have regular pie after getting chicken pot pie for my main meal. i guess it wouldn't be any different than eating two sweet pies, though i'm not sure how sweet cheese pie is. i bet it's awesome, though.

i feel like i have a dr power grader running full blast in my stomach right now.

i'm watching a tlc show about a little girl with no face. i'm not sure if anyone's seen this, but man. wow. poor girl. makes me appreciate my face all that much more. i'm a pretty lucky guy to have a face.

question: would you trade your face to be able to play major league baseball for five years?

answer: yes.

4.3.2007

i've been in colorado since friday. we've had a nice time and are watching roxanne right now. i've been watching movies, writing, reading, and hanging out. it's a lot like my regular life without the stress of work. nothing too interesting, i guess.

i went to opening day rockies v. diamondbacks. we had first row field seats. myself, robyn's brother, his girlfriend, and a work friend. i ate a lot of food that day. cracker barrel for breakfast, dog for lunch, ribs and steak for dinner, candy, nuts, seeds, cotton candy, and cracker jacks.

we had fried chicken tonight. it was pretty good. i'm buying a piano out here. a real piano to play shows with. not some new fangled electric piano. a real acoustic honky tonk number. a real humdinger.

the rest of the week will include the following: getting a passport, cleaning my garage, flying in a plane, grading state writing tests, writing a movie, writing a story, making fantasy baseball deals, playing with my dog, practicing future hit songs, hanging out at a beach maybe, and celebrating with ham.

dodgertown... a poem

sitting in my kitchen at half past nine with a mug filled with ginger, lime, and water- I am reminded that I have not fully related my story of visiting dodgertown. i have been rudely reminded of said visit by the beautiful montage of dodger memories by eric neel at espn.com.

when i was twelve years old i spent a summer in southern missouri. i fished for croppie and hung my line in front of fat rotten carp for hours. the air was warm and the ice tea was cold and good and i felt the sweat and fire orange sparkle of bottle rockets every night.

sitting in my kitchen at my oak table taken from the farm, i think back to that trip and the trip to florida with the same longing.

i was looking back today on the career of paul lo duca. he had his best season in 2001 when i was a junior in college. he hit twenty-five home runs. he was good and young and bright-eyed. eight years later, he's in new york city, sleeping on dollar bills, cheating on his wife and blowing diamonds across waves of cool white race horses- hooves blasting red dirt galloping like roy rodgers. calm and cool. blue shadows on the trail. blue moon shining through the breeze...

i can't figure out if it was the baseball or the fishing. maybe it was the charlie daniels song that played low at seven in the morning, hanging thick in the florida air of africans and crinkly white women... i ate a pecan waffle that was filled with too many stale pecans and enjoyed it for sentimental reasons...

the smoke hangs in the south with sweet cancer in a way that it never hangs in the west... still pungent, it is strong and weighted and connected-- with the husky whisps of robert e. lee's beard and the embedded wound bleeding inside of john wilkes boothe.

the fishing. the poles were twenty dollars apiece. twenty of which i still owe matt. we used shrimp to bait the hooks. to cover our hands with the smell of gulf stream salt and rancid sea. we pierced their eyes and ran silver through their backs- trying to emulate the live glowing bounce of the long dead animal.

we met a crazy man. twenty years old and filled with medication. abercrombie and fitch pressed white t-shirts with logos. his mind filled with mixed-up thoughts of puerto ricans and murder and drugs. we didn't have any and we didn't know anybody to kill. it would've been nice to meet his dad and it would've been nice to have shaken the hand of a real vietcong killer, but the trip was too too short...

the baseball was good, too. and the fish we caught- the small pretty one, struggling with the barb, sitting on the ledge of the pier, splinters in its scales, slapping the water and swimming away. the croaker and the pregnant one we let go- its eggs popping out of its belly.

i saw scott elbert get roughed up for three homeruns. and was grouched at by tommy lasorda- his belly loose like the atlantic we walked by in port saint lucia at dusk while talking about the oysters we ate and the records we would sell if we had the time or energy or talent.

maybe the lime and the water moccasain will get me in the end.

3.19.2007

i had a sweet time this weekend will every human i made contact with.

i am watching steamboat bill jr.

i just ate cheese.

i listened to harry potter and the curse of the jade scorpion on my piepod today.

my mom is coming over to bring us the dog. my phone is ringing. bye.

3.14.2006

man. i'm burnt out. just straight burnt out. not much of a post. i eat too many goldfish crackers and drink too much coke. i'm getting fatter by the day and i don't care anymore. i'm going to be the brian wilson of teachers in east los angeles.

3.13.2007

good times in florida. anyhow, as great a fielding team the pasadena bawlers would've been- it may not have even mattered if we'd jumped the gun and recruited mr. askay for our team...

scroll down some... he's on the giants. linky time!

3.10.2006

we've just arrived home from an evening walk along a1a. it was nice and breezy. i talked with ryan coultas, a friend who is playing in the mets minor league system. we were going to try and meet up with him in port st. lucia, but it didn't really work out.

we've had a pretty relaxing day. checked out vero for the third time and watched some minor leaguers take bp. i said,'hi' to ned colletti. he looked a lot less like a baseball man than supposed geekazoid paul depodesta. he was wearing alligator boots, though, which did earn him street cred points. we also ate a very tasty lunch in the town of stuart. our bellies were filled with some crab soup, raw oysters, crab cakes, fried oysters coffee, bread pudding, key lime pie, and sweet cuban blow. we then read and hung out some.

we've seen some fun games and will see more action tomorrow on our way out. in a little while, after eating dinner, we're going to go after some snook. we fished until 2:00 last night and probably will fish that late again. nothing else really. i am eating gummy worms.

3.9.2007

we've had a very nice first day in florida. my parents and matt are outside in the somewhat heavy gulf air reading the bible and drinking coffee. i am finishing a bad danish.

yesterday, we arrived and were in a rental car by about 5:30 am. we drove from tampa to a waffle house to st. petersburg to check out the devil rays' training facility. i ate a pecan waffle. it made my heart sing.

at the devil rays' facility we read plaques that told us about the great old teams that had played at the park. we also saw bj upton walk in for his morning workout. he was nice and gave me five and asked if i wanted to help him warm up with some catch.

we then drove over to pittsburg's workout field. the complex was actually four fields put together. some younger players were scrimmaging a college team, while others were warming up, taking bp, and the like. we talked a little to jim colburn who was helping tom gorselleany (sp?) and ian snell doctor up their pitches with sandpaper and doritos. i also heckled jason bay while he took batting practice. they were having him practice his bunting. i told him it was stupid because bunting won't help either his real team, or my fantasy team. we then waited around some for colbourn to invite us to the clubhouse for sub sandwhiches, but left when it seemed he was avoiding us.

from there, it was off to vero and our little pad by the gulf stream waters. our little pad is nice and we're going to do some night fishing with our new friend doug.
doug told us about his crazy life. now we've got to leave. we're going to watch another game- hopefully santana will pitch. they lost to florida last night.

anyhow. no spell check as we've got to run. bye bye!!

2.21.2007

so, i'm trying to become hip and relevant by starting a blog for my class. i was looking on youtube for interesting videos and came across this clip from gary soto. gary is a writer of young adult fiction.

he is also the funniest man ever as evidenced by this sweet video.

poll: should i show this to my students?

2.16.2006

friday. recording. later. drinking diet cherry pepsi. writing a movie. relaxing. eating goldfish crackers. they are good. looking at the deer head on my wall. thinking i should take a picture of it. YOWZERS!

2.15.2006

now reading: blood meridian or the evening redness in the west and it's blowing my mind. i usually have one mind blowing read a year and this is it. my mind is blown to bits of sage and fire.

now listening: chopin. i like him. he is the randy newman of the romantic era.

now getting ready for: finally making a real rio bravo record.

happy for: finding a fisher price record player someone was throwing out at school during my prep period.

sad about: having a job where little humans you actually care for constantly tell you they hate you and how bad you are at your profession. my wife tells me to not let it bother me but i really can't.

happy about: dinner i made and some stuff i'm writing and the wife i had dinner with. i'm also happy about the dog i played fetch with and the fantasy baseball league i'm into with my homies.

2.12.2006

2006 year in review

my favorite movie i saw last year was casino royale. i also saw a lot of things on netflix. my favorite movie i rented was shoot the piano player. i hadn't seen it until this year. my favorite book was the beautiful and damned. my favorite record was leon russell self titled. my favorite wife was robyn. my favorite food: the sushi platter at koba (followed closely by klamata olives and goldfish crackers). my favorite drink was the cha cha bloody mary with horseradish, pickled green beans, and olives. my favorite time of day was the morning just before i leave for work when i say goodbye to robyn while she sleeps. i tend to think of each day as precious because each day could be my last the way i live my rebel life. my favorite new interweb site was tomgreen.com. my favorite bible is my new esv leather cool one. my favorite idea was to put beef jerky in said bloody mary. my second favorite idea was to become a rawkstar.

2.9.2006

this is cool to me.

from the cleveland plains dealer...

On the last day of the Indians' recently completed Fantasy Camp in Winter Haven, Fla., eight teams of campers faced a team of former Indians big-leaguers. Hall of Famer Bob Feller faced 24 batters -- the first three batters from each of the eight teams -- and allowed four hits.

Feller, 88, threw from the required distance of 60 feet, 6 inches.

2.5.2006

i'm reading this cool book on walt disney by neal gabler. i'm realizing i need to slow down on my book buying. i'm trying to catch up on everything i should've read that seems interesting. some of my recent purchases include: the crossing, roald dahl's omnibus, summerland, the crossing, blood meridian, portnoy's complaint, cities of the plain, this side of paradise, the usa trilogy and herzog. i shall try and finish these by summer

2.4.2006

super wha--? super flamboyant!

2.2.2006

listening: ipod random for my jog in a moment.

reading: that one superman comic that became smallville.

watching: these cool short films the disney studio put out for ww dos. i am also watching ellen because she is funny and has much charisma.

i will be doing the following this weekend: eating dinner with the pattersons, eating breakfast at backdoor, relaxing/ writing, watching jayson play soft rock, churching, watching the super with the belts and family, chilling, sleeping... working.

1.30.2007

i'm doing grades today- so don't call me to hang out.

listening: shuffledown

watching: love in the ruins

reading: st. luke's missiology

1.22.2006

wow. this is just... wow. id suggest click on the "America is doomed. U.S.A. = Iraq = Babylon" article first. not for the faint of heart. just wow. link

update!

http://www.godhatessweden.com/

1.16.2007

it is now the middle of the week. i should be reading a book.

1.9.2007

so, we're playing with the colours on thursday at spaceland. show starts at 9:00. if you wanna come- drop me an email or call, seeing as we have a guest list.

1.6.2006

i am eating the greatest food ever. i am eating a skippy snack bar. the package tells me to fuel the fun. boy is the fun being filled. i highly recommend them to athletes and everyone. go buy some today. they are replacing klamata olives of my food of the moment. expect a 20 pound weight gain from me. i will rule with power and strength

also congrats to j and d. mike- you're loosing a sister, but gaining a woman.

1.4.2006

i'm not really looking forward to going back to work next week. the job's tough and not very enjoyable. it pays the bills, which is what we need at this point. i hope i'm not doing it in thirty years, though (or three). anyhow, time to make robyn dinner- which is a highlight.

12.25.2006

merry christmas to all... including my enemies (of which i have many).

we are celebrating this fantastic day by both eating and opening things. wanting to make the day extra special, my dad paid fifty dollars for baseball legend don sutton to call the house and read the christmas story to us. it was a very heart warming gesture, though don read to us from the roxy extreme bible for teen girls- so there were a lot of 'ums', 'unt uhs', and 'lols'.

in other news, santy brought me two sweet pendelton's and a gift card to buy sweet books. he brought robyn lumps of coal. they were chocolate covered, though, so she wasn't too disappointed.

i would also like to wish merry awesome love vibes on darren and becca!

12.22.2006

i am very tired. trevor and i went skiing all day. it was quite fun- hardly anyone on the slopes. my dad had to quit because his body is breaking down. he's almost sixty; he's not long for this world.

in other news-- i had psketti, sauce, and three packs of emergen-c for supper. robyn tried to convince me they actually used paul newman's blood for the sauce. i was excited for a moment- seeing as i would gain his powers- but she was just pulling my leg. out of revenge, i threw her off the balcony (just like daniel craig might do to his wife in a similar situation).

i am very tired, so my writing session turned into me passively watching mary poppins on television while ranking my top fifteen dylan songs for really no good reason. it's probably because i'm depressed about what i did to robyn.

anyhow, here goes: fab fifteen!

15. visions of johanna - no direction home version
14. ballad of a thin man - og version
13. it's all over now, baby blue - biabh
12. you ain't goin' nowhere - greatest hits vol deux (much better, but not as important as the basement tapes' version)
11. worried blues - bootleg vol 1
10. country pie - nslyne
9. million dollar bash - basement tapes
8. po' boy - the halfway house one
7. buckets of rain - blud on the trax
6. it takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry - og version
5. catfish - bootleg vol 3
4. seven days - bootleg vol 3
3. romance in durango (lyve) - rolling thunder review bootleg concert
2. sugar baby - 9/11
1. don't think twice, it's all rite! - og version

12.21.2006

beaver town, usa
Originally uploaded by wneloyd.

so, my last few days have been a bit interesting. on tuesday, after robyn's final at csun, we drove up to ventura for a pre-colorado christmas dinner with aunt, uncle, poppo, anne, trevor, and parents. it was quite nice- the highlight being the homemade tamales which were quite delectable.

after the dinner, we went back to my parent's house to pack. seeing as we were leaving at about 3:00 am, i decided to stay up all night long (use frat boy voice in your head and read that last part again). my good bro, mike askay, driving one of the cars to the airport, came with his fiancé and a deer head. i immediately began running around the house scaring sadie. i gave the head the voice of a dead civil war girl ghost. i also used it in gross ways that made robyn scowl.

fast forward to the airport. i slept in the terminal and on the plane, which was my plan. about two hours into our flight, and about five minutes after the pilot told us we were twenty minutes away from denver, he alerted us that we would be turning the plane around. robyn woke me up; i thought she was fibbing. she was not. i went back to sleep. mike's fiancé, danielle, had landed in denver on a separate flight and ended up stranded. she nearly died in the terminal and had to eat her arm to survive.

when we got back to los angeles, after much discussion, we decided to rent a van and drive. we were told we couldn't make it to vegas, but we did. we were told we would die in mesquite… but we didn't (though anne lost an eyeball). we were then told we couldn't make it to the rockies, which we did.

now we're staying in beaver creek. the roads are still closed some heading into denver, but we were able to stay at this piece of crap resort. we're hunkered down in this junkhole of a place with cheeses, petron, and luncheon meats galore. some guy my dad knows is letting us stay until the storm blows over. i'm praying it doesn't blow over until sometime in march- though we should be pulling out saturday morning.

i will ski tomorrow. i can walk to the lift from the condo.

12.17.2006

yesterday's goals went as planned- though i didn't get a jog in. today's goals are as follows.

1. get coffee now
2. drink it now as i write this list of goals
3. get breakfast with friend and friend's fiance who stayed the night
4. go worship the lord
5. get lunch with cousin at city walk
6. relax
7. write some more
8. read a little
9. find a workout program for the weights i got from keith a long time ago
10. get thai food

12.16.2006

work is over for the next three weeks. i should really set some goals for myself, but i'm not so sure that would be a good idea. daily goals might be the better route, so here goes it...

1. clean house
2. water plants
3. sign-up for cset
4. call back mike a.
5. write some satchel
6. jog
7. read some book
8. make a nice dinner
9. go to cha-cha with ventura friend and others
10. sleep

12.5.2006

i took this list from drew and matt.

69 LAYERS OF YOU

LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE
Name: james jesse gloyd
Birth date: july six nine teen ate e
Current Location: la, ca
Eye Color: bayou blue, ghoul green
Hair Color: blondish
Righty or Lefty: Righty
Zodiac Sign: cancer like what'll take me someday

LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE
Your heritage: the first american gloyd was a servant to one of the chicas put on trial for being a witch in salem. he drowned in an inch of water, drunk.
Your fears: i had a fear in my dream last night that all my teeth had slowly fallen out. i woke up with a headache and thought the dream was about brain cancer or something. i was real cuddly with my wife because i thought i was close to death.
Your weakness: cocktayles and such.
Your perfect pizza: junk in a box people bring to my house that i can dip in butter.
Goal you'd like to achieve: Get a (different) job by March 19 (j/k). i dont know anymore. go sleep or make someone laugh and dance. always that. it'd be cool if there was money involved too.

LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW:
Your thoughts first waking up: really? again?
Your best physical feature: my boyish charm
Your bedtime: 11
Your most missed memory: i try to not think about the past

LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK:
Pepsi or Coke: ralph's brand
McDonald's or Burger King: mc
Single or group dates: single. i'm a hermit.
Adidas or Nike: nike makes you jump leaps because of the air.
Lipton Tea or Nestea: yeah, coffee.
Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla
Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Take a shower: Every. Single. Day. To do otherwise is inhumane. (same as dru)
Have a crush? on my wife.
Think you've been in love: yeah.
Want to get married? i am
Believe in yourself: to a fault
Think you're a health freak: i eat weird and irregular things at weird and irregular times. either total health or total junk.

LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH
Gone to the mall: no
Been on stage: yeah
Been dumped: No
Gone skating: No
Dyed your hair: No

LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER
Played a stripping game: no comment.
Gotten beaten up: no.
Changed who you were to fit in: i change who i am to not fit in.

LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD
Age you're hoping to be married: sure.
Age you wanna have kids: at zillion million years old (pretty soon is more likely)

LAYER NINE: IN A GIRL/GUY
Best eye color: blood
Best hair color: frazzled grey
Short or long hair: skull
(and that's just how robyn looks in the morning- BA DUM CHA!)

LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING
1 MINUTE AGO: crying
1 HOUR AGO: cocktayles
1 YEAR AGO: worrying

LAYER 11:FINISH THE SENTENCE
I LOVE: wife, dog, friends, work (not just the stuff that makes money, but that too).
I FEEL: nothing.
I HATE: nothing.
I HIDE: nothing.
I MISS: reading more fun things.
I NEED: more and less time.

10.26.2006

i've had a fantastic time hanging out in ventura. enjoying the company of good country people... i wrote songs, a movie, read a book, went to three movies, napped, ran, ate, drank, listened to astral weeks on repeat, bought a night at the opera for my ipod, and pants that i like. i am going to disneyland today to cap off the fun.

11.24.2006

yesterday, i was thankful for the memories. today i'm thankful for pumping iron. i'm going to begin a workout regiment today.

man, casino royal is a rad movie. i saw it last night. subsequently, i tried to gain my double zero status by killing two bums.

11.21.2006

you can be taken back by a death for any number of reasons. i remember when i was visiting missouri as a kid. mickey mantle and jerry garcia died in the same week. i appreciate robert altaman in the same distant sense.

11.20.2006

first off... i'm very excited because my life has been good. writing has been fun, basseball playing= awesome, solo randy newman concert= AWESOME!!, school= not so bad (which is close to awesome), the house is clean= awesome, breaktime= awesome, good reading= awesome, dodgers signing juan pierre=awe... (that sound of a record needle stopping serene music) ,MFHXCZVBUDHRFKJHLBSGAJHFXZBHJVFJKZDNHC92C387YQRWYT4VF85W745Y4280B74YT08VB7YT4087Q3Y480Q7VYT80347T08B7475TY8237650NYRDFUWHO8765FT80WE7RYOEUDVHGOSE4Y8RJF0WE8ERTY

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11.16.2006

for those of you who know gabe davis and maybe haven't heard, his sister passed away tuesday morning. he has really gone through a very, very heavy week and could really use your prayers.

11.7.2006

so, i got a new phone. when switching over the sim card, i lost everyone's digits. if you're a friend of mine, and want me to call you. drop your nombre in the comments, or email me @ jessegloyd@gmail.com, or myspace me @ the rio bravo.fart.com.

11.5.2006

i saw the who last night on some random free tickets. i wasn't really expecting much, but they really ruled the roost. fun fun show! their encore was all of tommy. pretty fun.

11.1.2006

robyn slipped on a rib and broke her foot this morning. she's fine, just in a heap of pain. i've parent conferences and grades the next week or so. all of this busy busy makes me glad for albums like nebraska.

10.30.2006

i'm in my room. things are beginning to come together, i think. i'm working on grades this week. trying to mellow it out some. fell asleep to annie hall last night. i forgot how great of a movie it is

10.21.2006

an article
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i just thought this was mildly ironic.

10.14.2006

congrats to darren and his de-troit tygers. congrats to larry david for making awesome television. congrats to me for being just a great guy.

10.10.2006

man, i don't want to go to work today. i'm really not in the mood.

10.7.2006

stupid dodgers.
funny ray stevens.

10.4.2006

the hope of tomorrow (reasons to love and awesome randy newman).

10.2.2006

so, i guess i'm not as anonymous as i thought. if any of my students are reading this... go work on your five paragraph essay or your vocab or something. mr. gloyd had a fun weekend. he went to monterey and saw the following: sharks, jellyfish, hippies, otters, seals, and fishies.

students, if you're reading this, you're going to learn (though i would like you to never write a paper using all lower case letters).

here is a third person omniscient recap of my weekend...

mr. gloyd left his beautiful school in quaint east los angeles tired and hungry. he was a little low on money, so he decided to make a sandwich at home and save the spicy good smells of sweet carnitas for another afternoon. upon ariving home, his wife hit him with a rolling pin and called him silly names for no good reason. he was in a bind, so he gathered all of his strength and placed a banana peel in her path. she noticed the banana peel and turned into a gargoyle, thwarting his plan (and their weekend).
"i be shinatar, queen of moldar!" she said.
"i don't care who you are," he said, waving a finger with a hand on his hip. "you gonna' git in the car this instant, and we are gonna' go to monterey!"

okay, i'm going to quit writing this now. i need some sleep. it's past my bedtime (and yours).



back to not internet blog teaching academy... i'm in a band. sometimes i like the things we do. sometimes i do not. i am in the middle of not liking things right now. thusly, i shall go and write some wicked dialogue for my major motion picture i'm working on. kids, go google something more interesting than your teacher.

actually, i will go read john dos passos write wicked cool things that are old timey. kids, read something good. it'll change your life.

10.1.2006

welcome to october. fall is here, the air is crisp, and i am sitting in a hotel drinking coffee. we are in monterey, robyn is getting ready for the day and i'm about to hop into the shower.

we met up with alan and xio yesterday at a winery. we met some very nice armenians. they gave us each a bottle of wine and were very good, unexpected company.

i've listened to a miz i made, pussy cats, all things must pass , and itunes on random. sorry to the matt and amanda (who are also on holiday in the same region), we didn't get back on the road from solvang/ wine country until 7:00.

school is one month in. i have to start taking classes at lacc next semester. i pray that it either goes by quick, or something saves me from having to do it at all. time to shower.

9.26.2006

my night has been good. a nice dinner of meat and asparagus. a little fun making jest at andrew's hippie ideology. a little not thinking about school tomorrow. a little music time time. and some writing starting in a few. the dodgers won. i've really got nothing.

9.14.2006

quick update on me:

not that anyone cares, i just think of this like a diary that a lot of people will be able to see- including myself and possibly my more industrious students. man, i hope my students don't google me.

watching: arrested development III, paths of glory
reading: dos passos, house on mango street (with kiddies)
listening: workingman's dead, marty robbins
working: teaching students some form of english sort of
lovin': robyn my wife and sadie my dog and jesus and red stripe, flank steak, baseball, willie nelson, dos passos.
writing: kinetivision
acting: this thing about a guy who was born with a muppett for a hand that this guy says he's going to shoot
writing: satchel paige, kinetivision
performing: jarvis
singing: songs that i play with the band rio bravo. i wish it were the lovin' spoonful.

i get up at 5:30 and go to bed between 11:30 and 12:30. the dodgers are hanging on by a thread. i like being busy. i jog a lot. i see people. i work. work isn't as bad as i thought. not enough time to think about it. "time keeps rolling along and there's nothing we can do about it," said poppo when my grandma was dying.

i'm watching the wheel of fortune. i'm more fascinated that its still on tv. pat say-jack is a big baseball fan. one of the good guys. we'll all be dead before we know it.

9.8.2006

i just had this weird urge to move to the midwest. i don't think i can talk robyn into it.

9.8.2006

it's funny, but i accidentally forgot that revenge of the nerds was the best movie in all the world.

9.5.2006

first day was alright. celebrating with an ice cold taycawtea and an episode of deadwood before i get into my evening routine. the routine will include: a jog, a movie writing time, a rock song, maybe more deadwood, some prep, maybe some roger rabbit, some fine cooked dinner, and maybe a couple innings of dodger baseball.

i was expecting gangbangers with red headbands, hairnets, moustaches, and those creepy tear tattoos. turns out i have a group of really nice kids (one period of 16 kids= awesome time) who answer questions when i give them candy. i was freaking out some yesterday, but it seems to be pretty cool. give me a call if you want to hang out and you live in los angeles. though i should take it easy some this week.

that guy who played daryl on the bob newhart show is really funny on deadwood. we have a garden at our school and we get to take field trips. we're called the beverly hills of east la. though i like to think of beverly hills as the east la of crapville. east la has wicked good tacos, beverly hills has wicked gross wrap sand-whitches.

oh... we're having a halloween party! come to our house when it happens.

8.30.2006

my classroom's a bloody mess. school starts on tuesday and it seems to be a good place. i've already made my first dw griffith joke in front of all of the teachers and it went over well.

i'm watching constant gardener with the wife and dog. it takes place in and around the kenyan slum of kibera. pretty intense. if you want an in depth look at my relationship with robyn you should watch this film... oh, i mean if you want an indepth look at the stuff robyn saw and experienced in kenya, you should watch this film.

i think rafe fines made this film to shake the evil nazi off his back.

8.27.2006

we've a free show on thursday. i think we need to put you on the list before hand for it to be free, though, so drop me an email if you want to go (or even if you might go but you're not sure). we're watching the latest harry potter and cohc.

8.22.2006

watching a dodger game. it's dog night at petco. we get our dog back tonight. wupee. i've had heartburn, i got a haircut and realized i'm going bald in a hurry, and i'm fat, and i think i'm breaking out.

8.20.2006

the end of summer is usually depressing, but this year it's not for some reason. robyn is back from africa, which has put me in a very good mood. we're going to eat some flank steak and asparagus and watch a movie and relax. i've more training all next week for my new teacher job, some shows to prep for, a wicked concept album to piece together, sweet blockbuster movies to write, and many many other fun things to accomplish (including, most importantly, chilling out hard core).

more gems from the attic...

this was a section from a report for health class. i believe it is a response to a video we may have watched. i guess i was the inspiration for ignatius j reilly.

date rape

the purpose of this video was to make people aware of the dangers of date rape. it was a learning experience that i never really thought of before. i believe that this is true that boys shouldn't presist on "getting what they want." but girls shouldn't be so sudctive and revelieng.

girls should be able to speak up for what they believe is right, and boys should stop when being tempted. i wish this video would have given more ideas from the male's point of view, because alot of women don't know what's going through a buys mind when hes being tempted like this, i think that some of the feminists who made this video should think of the pressure that the girl is putting on the boy.

(note the teacher didn't correct any spelling or grammar mistakes)

funny stuff from my attic

i'm cleaning out my attic... old papers from school, etc.

some highlights...

1992 fax to jim rome

1998, your glory year you were led by mickey hatcher and alfredo griffin, half your team is drifting around the minors, on class c ballteams.

when your sending sympothy packages to crackdaddy, daryl straberry, filled with cocaine. to nocal, ponder on this question, who has one the most world series, and have the most men in the hall. p.s. switched at birth matt williams, harmon killibrew, and martina narvatilova.

and this journal entry. the topic: the most dangerous game i can think of is...

my answer: i would have to say what some of the marines did in vietnam, where they would have a deck of cards and if they were to draw out an ace, they would kill a whole town.

8.5.2006

i am really feeling like a sloth today. i am too lazy to get food. too lazy to write. apathetic, lazy and bored.

8.1.2006

i am going to be working at david wark griffith middle school this next year. i will be teaching 7th grade english.

the school is indeed named after the same david wark griffith who directed such notable films as birth of a nation and intolerance.

it also looks like robyn's dad doesn't have parkinson's. i will celebrate by eating ribs and drinking soy milk.

7.31.2006

don't drink milk ever again

7.28.2006

happy b-day to my wife.

7.27.2006

i'm not a matt (o'brien or bethancourt) and i'm really pretty clueless when it comes to computers. mine is broken at the moment. upon going into the mac store to try and fix my charger, i found that it would cost $79.00 to buy a new one. fry's electronics, however, let me know that I could buy the same piece of compatable equipment for $40.00.

apple sucks big time. i use my computer to write and check internet. that's all. i could do it with a notepad and a library. for what i want to do with a computer, apples are more expensive, their service costs more and they are less reliable. why, as much as i love it, why am i spending over three-hundred... THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS... on this thing that plays music, when i could just play a cd. man, i'm stupid for being suckered into this whole apple thing. ipods, computers, everything; it's all a bunch of image conscience bolognia. it's stupid and my next computer will be someone's used pc.

i also hate those crappy apple commercials. the ones with that guy from dodgeball. really, i'd rather have work done by the pc dork. the cool dude may be just as knowledgeable, but he's probably less reliable, hung over, and he's probably a marxist. i'm just bummed i've been suckered into spending a lot of money for a computer that "looks cool." what a joke.

7.25.2006

Sunday @ the Knitting Factory
Rio Bravo and Jayson Belt
$5.00
i think we go on at 7 or 8

NEW WICKED REAL BLOG HOT GIRLS!

naked csi

6.24.2006

i'm taking advantage of the free wireless my local bar has to offer, drinking a cold beverage, and listening to the traveling wilburys. my wife has some people over. i'm pretty scattered and bored today. does anyone out there know a tv show i can write for? i'm going to start a blog called hireme.blogspot.com. i'll just post ideas for different tv shows and beg people to hire me. actually... hmmm...

cold pbr. cold and delicious. i just got the dos passos usa trillogy, still laboring through saul bellow. he likes the sound of his words too much for me sometimes. i'm also reading catch-22. everyone seems to get around to it sometime. it's not very funny. i wasn't really expecting much to be honest. the dialouge is to the book as the rake in the face gag is to wiley coyote. mildly amusing the first time around, then trying, then pointless. i like the book, i'm just not a fan of the 'comedy.'

we've got a show on saturday. man i need to make some money. seriously, if you own or operate a business, give me a call.

i went to the os mutantes, theivery corporation, flamming lips show last night. i really only cared about os mutantes, but the flamming lips blew my mind. such a good show. though theivery corporation were pretty terrible. we also took the train. which was cool on the way there, what with our nice conversation and hangout with the bethancourts; but man oh man did it suck on the way home. i'm glad we don't have better public transportation, because public transportation, even good public transportation, is still public transportation, and public transportation is boring and dirty.

montana was cool. i rode horses and floated, saw animals and had some libations. i missed my wife miserably and made many a joke about those furry little critters that live in creeks with the flat tails. my battery is about to die.

7.19.2006

i am home finally. i will write about montana maybe later.

7.11.2006

syd barrett died the other day.

7.10.2006

i'm watching david wright talk about himself during the home run derby. he looks like an adult malcolm in the middle. maybe he is. i also think pudge has adult braces, can someone confirm this?

now paul lo duca is pitching to malcolm in the middle. paul loduca likes skanky women who aren't his wife.

7.9.2006

listening to jim o'rourke. next on random, bix. next on random more bix. next on random, mary poppins. next on random, smashing punikins; roy smeck, t.rex, django, everly brothers with cathy's clown, comin' in at 3:00 pm... carry that weight, baby driver, harry nil, dylan, beatles' worstest song, bobby darrin, the band live, nirvana on a plain, she's goin' bald, funny... nirvana, on a plain unplugged, more of the band live, dancing at the lesbian bar, cry! cry! cry!, james taylor, muddy waters, me, muddy and wulf, lucina, iron and wyne, lips, beach boys pretty song, lip service, old 97s fun song, bob wills song i covered one time, brasil band i will see soon, sufjan with another of his stupid long titles, all you fascists, gillian, oasis on fire rocking the world, dreamer in my dreamz, jay-zzz, more frigging oasis being the best with war ballads for fighting, wilco, leo cohen and his jaw harp, JUNIOR!, j. cale, t. waits, cream, red foley, hawaiian wedding song sung by elvis and tribal natives, that song on bb and wilco sung by that black guy, jimi, everlys, ben folds being sincerely ironic, paul simon never being ironic, led z., g. dead, roy rodgers singing home on the range with his sons of the pioneers and i'm done for now as i should be writing my movie that will make me a zillion dollars none of which i will donate to charity because i will make a swimming pool of coins and soiled used dollar bills that i will pay my friends to jump in and hurt themselves and i will laugh behind my sunglasses ominous and cool and distant and most likely packing heat with my shirt off ready to shoot down insurgents like the remaining members of the clash who are assulting my ears with the right profile. nobody ever gives a thought to jimi h. and his flying quitar any longer. i will, i will buy large rugs that sport his embroidered mane and stoned far off gaze, i will listen to his music and think of out casts and doors fans and zeppelin and grateful dead t-shirt wearing high school juniors and realize that they're the only ones who really get the picture man. next song. get back. sign me up for a beatles rug too. a kinks rug would be cool, too. we had a willie nelson face at a house once. he's playing a standard now. i believe it was first written by george and ira. america's elvis costello is rocking. prissy belle and sebastian singing that stupid space boy dream song. good band but what a piece of crap song! oh!!! old kentucky home by satchmoses, i love this frigging somg so much. stephen foster, mintrel nonsense aside, wrote nice songs for to tap one's feet. man oh man. we will sing one song of our old kentucky home... by and by hard times will knock at the door... my old k home far away... he scats along... silent smoke and a bass solo, what's he doing? in the room many years ago... only the bass. now bass and piano, but no busted lip horn blowing, maybe a slug of gin, now everyone sing!! we will sing one song of our old kentucky home far away. the horn now... lyrical and driving... muted because he can... low... now... here it comes... soaring... driving along smokestack light saber... connecting through the stars and moon on the mississippi knee deep in the mud kids and crawfish and their little legs kicking in the boiling pot like fingers on the golden brass horn... and we're finished. buck owens died and i saw him like a corpse sing steady and drunk on my first date in bakersfield. i think they dug a hole and buried him in the sewer.

7.8.2006

saw a pirate movie and ate poke yesterday. and sushi. what to do today? run and surf. yes, i will run and surf.

7.7.2006

arrrrrrgh
Originally uploaded by jessegloyd.

mother-in-law's birthday, and my mom's dad's as well.

i will see a pirate movie.

for my birthday i got: a book, new baby blue sperry's, a hat, shorts, and new new ballance running shoes.

i am quite excited to see the said pirate movie. maximum camp must abound. i am reading a book about funny fat people in new orleans that darren wrote in the 1960s. his name was john kennendy back then.

one day, upon coming home from work, the weight of the world became too much for darren. he promptly gassed himself with a garden hose in his car in his garage and died peacefully.

then his mildly crazy mom found this book he had written about fat crazy funny people in new orleans. she thought it was a masterpiece, and it may have been, so she took it to walker percy. after bugging the hell out of him, he decided to read the now brittle manuscript.

the rest is history. john kennedy was reincarnated the same year his book came out. as a baby, farting along in his own little world (just like ignatius), he won the pulitzer in 1981.

7.6.2006

i celebrate my birthday by giving you this... kelvim escobar's myspace.

7.5.2006

fourth of fun
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happy almost me day.

my sister and trevor left yesterday. i opened some presents. after complaining about soccer, i actually became mildly (read mildly) interested in the battle of the axis powers yesterday.

i got new shorts from the gecko store from my wife. i also got a new gecko hawaii wallet.

7.4.2006

happy fourth of july.

i read night yesterday. nice, light, summer reading.

i want to house swap with someone in europe.

people are watching world cup and i could care less. soccer is boring as hell. soccer is like bad metal or jam music. everyone craps their pants over how "exciting" and "skillful" and "unexpected" it can be. to me, it reads like a lot of nothing on it's way to nowhere. i feel sorry for how boring it is. and stupid.

"but baseball is boring," you say. suck on a rotten old dagger. i don't give a rip. "you just don't understand it." i say, exactly! "you're closed minded!" so? "but it's fuuutboool! it is the world's sport!!" so is starvation.

7.3.2006

listening to james p. johnson.

7.1.2006

happy my almost birthday. the dodgers are puddy in the angels' hands today. it's alright. i've got leonard cohen to confort me. i may go and surf the waves today.

i followed an eel around yesterday for a while. maybe i'll build a sandcastle or some form of sand fort.

6.30.2006

some good friends and their space shuttle cafe are to be featured on huel howser's california gold august 15 (with a repeat on august 25). the episode will also feature my parents and poppo. watch it and be cool!

6.29.2006

listening to mose allison, getting out of the sun for a bit, drinking coffee, etc.

i switched back to firefox again. being one who at times suffers mildly at the hands of ocd, i took an hour and a half to reorganize my favorite bookmarks and whatnot. i enjoy order, but i'm also lazy. i usually just sit around worrying about order without doing anything about it.

almost finished with the beautiful and damned. it was a bit slow going; needlessly wordy at times, but i am really enjoying the last 2/3rds of it.

pg. 178

"Work!" she scoffed."Oh, you sad bird! You bluffer! Work-- that means a great arranging of the desk and the lights, a great sharpening of pencils, and 'Gloria, don't sing!' and 'Let me read you my opening sentence,' and 'I won't be through for a long time, Gloria, so don't stay up for me,' and a tremendous consumption of tea or coffee. And that's all. In just an hour I hear the old pencil stop scratching and look over. You've got out a book and you're 'looking up' something. Then you're reading. Then yawns-- then bed and a great tossing about because you're all full of caffeine and can't sleep. Two weeks later the whole performance over again."

6.28.2006

aleister crowley, skull and bones, and judge reinhold were all prominetly featured in my dream last night. judge reinhold has been in my dreams the last two nights. all have been freaky.

i am going for a run.

6.27.2006

it's been a lazy day. too lazy in fact. too many chips, not enough mangos. we watched the pilot episode for magnum last night. so-so. i kept falling asleep. harry nilsson is on the ipod.

i went running twice yesterday, so i'm making up for it today.

friday we will have maximum fun. we went to charlie's (a bar/ restaurant frequented by the red headed stranger hisself on occasion). turns out a band called the planetary bandits are playing.

6.26.2006

had a nice anniversary yesterday. we ate sushi on the grass where we got engaged. drank some nice drinks on the roof at a new restaurant on front street. mai tai for me, lava flow for her. tropical places are where it's at.

poke is my new favorite food. i consumed a pound and a half of it with my dad yesterday.

we went on a sailboat today and are about to eat fish tacos and my homemade poke i just put together.

6.20.2006

we leave for hawaii on friday. i am quite looking forward to it. then it's off to montana. then it's off to find work for the summer. i passed one of two csets. i will be missing os mutantes, but a trip to montana beacons and sounds like more fun. my wife will be in africa helping babies live better and learn to be cool. i'll be chillin' with my homies and puppy dog. i've got a rock band that'll rock some this summer. and i will work on many stories. some funny ones and some weird ones and maybe a funny one that is supposed to make you cry (while farting). love jesse.

6.13.2006

by Jesse Gloyd

He was sleeping beside her breathing heavy. The sweet smell of wine hung in the air close to his face. They had been drunk for a time at dinner. Him more than her. Ten dollar martinis and a bottle of something red, she couldn't remember, that he'd ordered with the lamb had done the job. When she got drunk, she would get fuzzy in her lower jaw and a slight pressure would build in her temples. She had been spinning when she fell asleep and was glad to have turned down the fancy ice wine that he had ordered with the fried banana desert and its lines of criss-crossing chocolate syrup.
A breeze moved the blinds and cooled the room. She wasn't drunk anymore. They had fallen asleep talking about Arizona; about the red rocks of Monument Valley and how they reminded her of giant petrified sand castles. It had made him laugh and she now wondered what had put that image in her head. She felt the pang of embarrassment for a moment but it passed quickly after tasting the rotten alcohol and cigarettes that had settled on her tongue and the roof of her mouth. He was much worse than her, she thought. He would be thinking more about water and brushing his teeth when he woke up.

She sat on the balcony in the dark and shook a cigarette out of a soft pack of Camel Lights. She remembered how he had gone on and on that first night with his mind clear and his half naked body covered with the cool bottom sheet of the bed. “James Taylor has the most perfect pitch,” she remembered him saying with the room a filtered cloud that smelled green like she believed marijuana was supposed to smell. “His chord phrasing effervescent, his fingers dance with my bow like gulls over the sea.” She never wondered about love or the validity of the situation; it didn't really even excite her much.

They were to have one more show with her to the side of the stage. The free cocktail shrimp and the asparagus wrapped in prosciutto never got old. She would bite into the pink flesh that smelled faintly of the ocean where it once would hump alive through the kelp, suspended between rays of light- green, dark blue, and black- like his arm as it flicked and beat with the urgency of the moment across the strings of his instrument. In his black suit, solitary and cold, he played like a statue with the brass and wood of the orchestra behind him. Nobody in the audience knew that he wore the same shirt every night; that the sweat that beaded off his forehead collected always in the stained yellow armpits, whose smell never went away.

Smoking, she knew that it would end after the next show. The stars in the Denver night were bold and crisp in their whiteness, as snow flakes falling on old snow. He would be back in his New York condo soon, she imagined. With the movie view of the green trees of the park; of Woody Allen and his daughter walking hand in hand, wearing glasses, and balding perpetually with their dog... him inside, high above, drinking chamomile tea and watching the Knicks dance across Madison Square Garden.
She wouldn't think much of him. No. A story to a friend maybe. Nothing of the sex… of course it would be implied. Just the curiosity that hung with the smoke of the cigarettes that she held between stained fingers and the needless wondering on whether he minded being called Yo-Yo, or just Yo when they were making love.

6.12.2006

i'm listening to baseball prospectus' podcast. i wish they would focus more on current baseball as opposed to random shows on specific themed topics. i just had a bowl of frosted minis and have finished getting the crockpot full of split peas and pig's feet for dinner.

to do:

unload dishwasher, fold clothes, clean bathrooms, write satchel more, get a job, wash car, jog, watch movie with wife and eat said split peas and pig's feet.

now i will do the things listed.

6.10.2006

so my sister's getting married tomorrow and i'm watching the commentary on "yankee doodle dandy." it is the last film from afi's arbitrary top 100 list. it's really quite good. michael curtiz directed james cagney, who is a fantastic dancer. good stuff...

i'm looking forward to "prairie home companion." i've heard a few interviews lately with altman and garrison k. altman is like the updike of film. both are very influential, both have made some of the most fantastic works of the last forty years, both became hip in the late 60s, and both have a lot of crap wedged between greatness. i ought to read rabbit is rich someday.

i just finished for whom the bell tolls. done with hemingway for a time. moving on to let us now praise famous men.


books i'm taking to hawaii: beautiful and the damned, confederacy of dunces, augie march...

any recommendations?

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